Chapter 471 Cataract, needle extraction!
The negative effects of [Flow] were much lighter than before. Luo Hao dragged his heavy body to take a look at Chen Yong first.
Chen Yong is stronger than Luo Hao imagined. I guess he was just stating the facts before, not bragging. Not mentioning anything the same all night, Luo Hao thought of Chen Yong vividly describing his girlfriend with a pituitary adenoma to him.
well.
"Luo Hao, something happened to my master in the imperial capital." Chen Yong was lying on the bed while Liu Yiyi was massaging him. Seeing Luo Hao come in, Chen Yong immediately told Luo Hao about his master.
"What's wrong?"
"The stock market has surged recently, and my master was so happy that he developed cataracts."
"???" Luo Hao was startled.
Don’t ordinary people get sick?
How could that old god get sick?
Besides, what does the surge in the stock market have to do with cataracts?
Numerous question marks arose in Luo Hao's heart.
"Hey, do you know any of your colleagues?" Chen Yong asked, "He's from the health care team. Do you know what my master is like?"
"Yes, I'll contact you. You rest first, I'll go see the boss." Luo Hao took a deep look at Chen Yong.
Everything is left unsaid.
"My master is also a human being. He has not been defeated by soldiers and has not overcome tribulations, so why can't he get sick? His body is a little better than ordinary people, and he can live for hundreds of years longer, but he can still get sick unless... ”
Chen Yong said, closed his mouth, and let out an ouch.
"I didn't try hard. I didn't even touch you just now. Don't touch me."
"There is really no tacit understanding, Lao Liu, why did you expose me in the first place." Chen Yong complained.
Luo Hao smiled, probably what price he would have to pay, Chen Yong couldn't say.
Luo Hao wasn't very interested in this either. If he wanted to live forever, he would probably have to take the path of mechanical ascension. Luo Hao does not approve of methods such as gene modification studied by the United States.
But now I can’t tell who is right or wrong. Maybe they are both right, maybe they are both wrong, I can’t say.
"Then you rest, I'll go see the boss." Luo Hao repeated, turned and left.
"Senior brother, you did such a good job in surgery!" Zhuang Yan only praised in a low voice until now.
"Generally, this surgery is actually not difficult. It's just a waste of money for others and a waste of legs for me." Luo Hao smiled, unable to conceal his exhaustion.
"Three hours for an ordinary surgery is considered normal. You did it too fast. It's so fast and good. I don't think even the professors at 912 can keep up with your pace."
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just that the surgeon can't adjust his posture, and the teachers' postures are uncomfortable when performing the surgery." Luo Hao said to Zhuang Yan seriously, "You can't say this kind of things casually in the future."
"Oh."
In fact, Zhuang Yan also knew that she was a member of the senior medical team, and there were some things that others could say but she could not.
So she waited until no one was around before she complimented her.
Senior brother, this dog is really difficult to raise, and Zhuang Yan feels a little sad.
"Let's go and see the boss. You said the boss is the same, no matter how old he is, he is still running to the operating room, and he can't do any rescue work." Luo Hao finally started to complain.
"But Mr. Zhou knows that after this operation, the waist will be better." Zhuang Yan bravely retorted.
This time Luo Hao did not reprimand seriously, and a smile appeared on his face.
Returning to the ward, Luo Hao knocked on the door and went directly into the director's office.
"Xiao Luo, you're back." Gu Huaiming greeted.
"The operation went well, boss, how are you?"
"It's okay. I just ran a few steps. I secreted a little bit of adrenaline and then stopped. You guys should be tight on your 3D printing heart technology. I'm waiting to replace it." Zhou Laoban was lying on the bed.
"This project is being carried out by the Huaxi side. I have time to talk to them and ask about the progress."
Mr. Zhou just said something casually and immediately returned to the topic.
"You told me a few days ago that you wanted to build a database of difficult cases. I thought about it for a while. Do you want to do AI diagnosis?"
"Yes, boss."
Ai, diagnosis, Gu Huaiming is silent.
“Chatgpt can diagnose many common diseases, but there is not enough data on difficult diseases, and there are many missing scenes. In addition, patients have the habit of concealing their medical history, or they don’t know what to describe at all, so more information is needed. "Luo Hao said.
"The main disease is still common, are you confident?"
"It's not a big problem."
Mr. Zhou nodded slightly, "I'll start a group, and you can also create a group yourself. There may not be any feedback for the time being, but when you apply for Outstanding Youth next year, it will be almost the same."
"In a few years, when you become an academician, more people will provide you with information."
"I know, boss." Luo Hao sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mr. Zhou's hand and murmuring, "I said you won't have to go to the emergency room in the future. Why are you going to the operating room with your body? Don't you make trouble."< br>
"I didn't expect it to be an emergency. I originally wanted to stand behind and provide guidance. I have seen a similar surgery before. Unfortunately, without your Xiehe medical record database, the information has long been gone."
Gu Huaiming's expression changed.
However, the old man and the young man stopped mentioning related matters.
"You should rest more and play when you have nothing to do. If not, wait for the bamboo to move back to the north, and you can go to the north to raise giant pandas every day."
“I said I wanted to move, but they wouldn’t let me!”
Mr. Zhou said angrily.
"The northeast is bitterly cold, much colder than the imperial capital. It is also dry, and there are too many tracheitis and bronchitis, which are not good for cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. Think about it, in the middle of winter, when you go in and out, the temperature difference is forty to fifty degrees. How can you bear this with your old heart and brain?
Besides, there are also injuries suffered when he was young, which are all problems. ”
"Tch." Boss Zhou scorned.
"It's not very good to go fishing like Boss Chai. By the way, boss, if you go to square dance, they will have to fight over you."
"Lao Chai went fishing a few days ago...forget it, let's not talk about it. By the way, all the researchers in 209 have been sick recently, please take a look."
"Institute 209..." Gu Huaiming was surprised.
"Institute 209, what is that?" Zhuang Yan was confused.
"Xiaozhuang, go buy some bottles of water." Luo Hao said.
Zhuang Yan's mouth immediately pursed.
But she also knows that this kind of thing must be confidential, and gossip is just gossip, and it is very likely to bring unpredictable trouble to herself.
It's just that it's really annoying that my senior brother will send me away whenever something happens!
"What water do you want?"
"Whatever."
Zhuang Yan turned around, reluctant to leave, but finally closed the door and left.
"It's not a big secret. That person has left Institute 209 for a long time."
"She is still young, the less she is exposed to confidential matters, the better. Boss, who is the master of Institute 209?" Luo Hao started to gossip.
“I have been in Qingcheng these years.”
"???"
"!!!"
The old god actually has a staff, or is it from Institute 209? Luo Hao was startled.
Institute 209 is the simplest name, but one year it became Institute 209. Some people left Institute 209, wandering around like wild cranes.
It is said that the earliest director of Institute 209 was Mr. Qian.
Luo Hao probably has a deep connection with Mr. Qian's roommate who was a black magician when he was in the United States.
"He... boss, Chen Yong seems to be his apprentice. Chen Yong also told me about this just now." Luo Hao said in a low voice.
"It's bad. After it was restructured into 209 Institute, there won't be so many taboos. You can speak louder." Mr. Zhou said with a smile.
"Aren't you afraid that Chen Yong will follow him and leave for decades?" Luo Hao said, "I am such a right-hand man, so I still found him myself."
"Chen Yong, he's a bastard." Boss Zhou laughed, "But he's in good health. He can carry a patient without moving for several hours. Speaking of Xiaoluohao, your horse is quite strong."
"..." Luo Hao was silent.
"Originally, Mr. Tang was responsible for doing this, but Mr. Tang is no longer here." Boss Zhou said softly.
"Really?" Luo Hao was surprised.
He really didn't expect that the improvement in the stock market would actually cause the old god's cataracts to develop.
"Yes, the current Chinese medicine method of treating cataracts, Mr. Tang said during his lifetime that you can do it in a decent way."
"!!!" Gu Huaiming was speechless and felt extremely complicated.
There are not many people who can be called Mr. Tang by their boss, and Mr. Tang is one of them.
Mr. Tang Youzhi from the Guang'anmen Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in the Imperial Capital died in July 22nd at the age of 96.
When Luo Hao was studying, Mr. Tang regarded Luo Hao as a treasure. In order to steal Luo Hao, he even prepared to write a letter to state his superiority to the superiors.
But in the end, all the forces canceled each other out, and Luo Hao returned to his hometown in Donglian. That was another story.
Gu Huaiming looked at Luo Hao and shook his head gently.
"Mr. Tang is very kind to me, but I am not sure about the cataract needle extraction surgery."
"If you are not sure, no one is sure."
“I don’t have a traditional Chinese medicine license.”
"To treat patients in Clinic 209, you are not required to have a practicing certificate." Boss Zhou frowned and looked at Luo Hao, "Why are you pushing back and forth? Are you really not sure? No way, I asked Mr. Tang from the front hall to pull out your cataract needle. The technical level is very high.”
"Boss, I've met that old god and fixed his teeth some time ago." Luo Hao had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Oh? Are you so destined?" Zhou Laoyi raised his eyebrows.
Boss Zhou was also unwilling to act, and his expression was artificial and a bit exaggerated. Luo Hao guessed that the boss knew about this.
But how he knew it specifically, Luo Hao didn't want to guess.
"That old god was afraid of pain. I drilled his tooth and he almost beat me." Luo Hao was worried.
"He does not accept Western medicine surgery. The needle extraction surgery is less invasive, but it requires too much talent." Boss Zhou and Luo Hao said two different things, but they seemed like the same thing.
"Is this the needle extraction technique that Mr. Tang performed on the teacher back then?" Gu Huaiming asked.
"Well, it was Mr. Tang who performed the needle extraction surgery before the teacher passed away. Unfortunately, it was done on one eye. Before the other eye could be done, the old man's condition became serious and there was no chance to continue the surgery on one eye."
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Luo Hao thought, "Some people in the former Soviet Union had eye diseases caused by needle extraction?"
"You ask me?" Boss Zhou's eyes lit up. Seeing that Luo Hao was starting to gossip and was unwilling to use needle extraction to treat cataracts for that 209 being, he ignored him and directly brought the topic back, "Go and perform the task."
"Oh." Luo Hao was troubled.
"What's your expression?"
"Boss, I'm afraid he'll beat me to death."
"It's definitely different from drilling teeth in the mouth. I was lying on the dental clinic bed, and I was trembling. With the electric drill in my mouth, I always felt that they were going to stuff it into my esophagus the next second." Mr. Zhou laughed. grinned.
A mouth full of big white teeth, all implanted.
"Boss, what's the difference? If the acupuncture needle is stuck in the eye, once the old god reacts and feels that I am going to penetrate his head, I will have no chance to support you in your old age."
"Go if you are told to go, no matter what you are talking about."
"Okay, take good care of your old man, but don't rush to the front line. Don't you know what your body is like?" Luo Hao muttered.
"You're such a daddy, why are you talking to me?"
"No, no, no, just worried."
"Go and carry out the mission. If Chen Yong knows about it, I won't accompany you to send a liaison officer." "You should know that Chen Yong seems to be in contact with his master."
Mr. Zhou waved his hand and drove Luo Hao away.
After Luo Hao left, Gu Huaiming asked confidently, "Boss, are those old gods in Institute 209 real or fake?"
"Really, otherwise Mr. Qian wouldn't be able to write letters and use party spirit as a guarantee to carry out human body science research." Boss Zhou said lightly, "But, this world is just a grassroots team. Not to mention those people in 209 Institute, they can pull out a pin. The technique has not been developed yet.”
"Eat your talent, otherwise Mr. Tang wouldn't have valued Xiaoluohao so much." Gu Huaiming said.
"I met Mr. Nanshan when I was young...Mr. Nanshan." Boss Zhou said, his tone gradually becoming ethereal.
"Mr. Nanshan?"
"Lu Nanshan, Mr. Tang's master. The blind can see clearly, Mr. Nanshan..."
Boss Zhou seemed to be remembering something from the past, his tone was low.
Gu Huaiming didn't dare to interrupt, he listened quietly and waited quietly.
"As for eye diseases, now phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser are almost non-destructive." Boss Zhou said, "But in his opinion, needle extraction is the best in the world."
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Gu Huaiming thought it was funny, it turned out to be like this.
"Otherwise, why can't needle extraction be widely spread? Phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser can be performed by a small doctor who has been involved in ophthalmology for several years. He can still do it well, but the lower limit is extremely high. But needle extraction requires talent, and the lower limit is extremely low. One mistake and the operation failed.”
"The current upper limit is not as high as that of a laser femtosecond."
"Boss, I heard that the U.S. Marine Corps uses femtosecond lasers to modify the human eye to improve night vision and make imaging more detailed. Is this true?"
"Indeed, but the improvement is limited. However, I am not very optimistic about their plan to transform humans. It is a bit evil."
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……
Luo Hao took over the task.
The system tasks have not given rewards yet, and it is estimated that they will have to wait until the patient is transferred out of the ICU. The task in front of me is a real task, issued by the boss, and there is no reward.
But Luo Hao didn't expect that the old immortal was from Institute 209.
He has a staff, so he is probably from Dongshan.
The technical power of 912 is much stronger than that of a first-year medical student, and Luo Hao does not feel the need to sit at the patient's bedside and take care of him all night.
No need.
When I found Chen Yong, he was alive and kicking again, and his recovery ability was first-rate.
"Where is the old man?"
Luo Hao didn't mention anything about Institute 209. He didn't know if Chen Yong knew about it, so it was safest not to tell.
Zhuang Yan didn't say any nonsense, and Luo Hao was satisfied with this.
"It's fortune-telling."
"Fortune?!" Luo Hao was startled.
It was particularly difficult to ask Chen Yong for fortune telling. Shen Zizai said it several times, but Chen Yong kept pretending to be deaf and dumb, as if he didn't hear it.
"To whom."
"I don't know. I just set up a fortune-telling stall to make some money."
"..."
Luo Hao was completely speechless.
"Chen Yong, didn't you say that you generally don't count?"
"I can't do it, but my master can. He likes this. He sets up a street stall every day when he has nothing to do, and he comes to tell fortunes when he's lucky." Chen Yong shrugged and spread his hands.
"Let's go and have a look. What happened to your master's eyes? He was fine the last time I saw him." Luo Hao was a little confused.
"Forget it, the stock market has been going up pretty well these days. I guess it's because he spent too long studying on his mobile phone."
"..."
"In the past, when the market was bad, he didn't even look at it. If he looked at it, he would feel depressed and anxious, which would hinder his spiritual practice."
"What should you practice? Tangle theory or wave theory?" Luo Hao only knew this much and joked about it.
"Don't make trouble." Chen Yong scratched his head, "My master seems to be in good health, but he has been a veteran for who knows how many years, which means he looks okay. His eyes have been tempered by real fire, but he must be careful. Use.”
There is no logic behind this statement.
Of course, that's just the logic of ordinary people, God knows why they get sick.
"Luo Hao, my master is afraid of pain."
"A laser femtosecond scan will help you see if there are any indications."
"No, this is not suitable."
Not suitable?
Luo Hao frowned.
"You don't understand even if I talk too much. It's just an ordinary surgery. Please help me contact my colleagues."
It seemed that Chen Yong really didn't know that his master was from Institute 209. Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong who was a little anxious and had an idea.
"Go and take a look." Luo Hao asked, "Is the old man with colleagues?"
"Well, maybe he didn't register."
"..."
Luo Hao sighed, that person was still very strict, and Chen Yong actually said that he didn't register.
Isn't this nonsense?
Call a taxi and go straight to your colleagues.
It was getting late, and Luo Hao recalled the key points of Tang Lao's needle extraction technique with some sadness.
I haven't used needle extraction for a while, at least for 5 years. Now that heaven and man are separated, I no longer have the opportunity to ask for advice from Mr. Tang, so I will use this on the old immortal?
"Senior brother, what are you thinking about?" Zhuang Yan asked.
"I'm thinking about cataract surgery."
“If we don’t do femtosecond laser, we should do phacoemulsification.”
Luo Hao sighed, probably that person would not agree.
"The old surgical procedure is cryoextraction of cataracts, which has a high success rate. Of course, it is rarely used now. It is basically phacoemulsification and laser femtosecond surgery."
"How does Chinese medicine treat it?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously as she heard only a scaly claw.
"Needle extraction."
"The Luo family's twenty-four golden needles?!" Zhuang Yan laughed.
"Don't make trouble, it's all nonsense about golden needles or not." Luo Hao said, "Needle extraction is a serious surgery and was used to treat cataracts more than 1,000 years ago."
"Brother, you...I'm not a Chinese medicine expert, but you said that Chinese medicine could treat cataracts more than 1,000 years ago? Put a fishhook in the eye and pull out the cataract?" the driver interrupted.
"This is an ancient traditional Chinese medicine operation. According to the data, it was started in the Tang Dynasty more than 1,000 years ago. Since then, the old man improved it and performed many cases."
"What? What old gentleman?"
"Mr. Tang Youzhi from Guang'anmen Children's Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
Speaking of Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the driver became excited.
Although it was an online ride-hailing service, not a taxi, he still "inherited" the fine tradition of his brother from the Imperial Capital - talkative.
After telling some gossip, the driver asked curiously, "Are you a doctor? What kind of needle extraction technique did you say existed in the Tang Dynasty? Is it true?"
"The essence of cataract is that the lens is clouded, preventing light from entering the retina.
The ancient method of gold needle obstruction surgery is to use a gold needle to pierce a certain part of the eye, cut off the lens ligament, and then push the lens into the vitreous body so that light can be projected to the retina. ”
"..."
The driver felt a little pain just listening to Luo Hao's story.
"The old man felt that this was not good enough, so he kept the lens in his eye for fear of causing problems.
So he invented a surgical instrument that can hook out the lens and throw it away, which is equivalent to dismantling a time bomb. Therefore, his is an improved version, which can be said to be a cataract needle extraction technique that combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine. ”
"!!!"
"!!!"
"Really?" The driver was still doubtful.
"The King of Cambodia, several people from the former Soviet Union... forget it, they are all gone. Let's put it this way, before the teacher passed away, the cataract in one eye was treated by Mr. Yuzhi using needle extraction."
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"Holy shit!" Although the driver didn't understand, he was shocked and spoke in a much more polite tone.
"Senior brother, I don't understand, how did you pull it out?" Zhuang Yan asked.
"The old method is to push the lens in and keep it out of the way. The old man's improved version is to hook the lens directly out and take it away. It's all over.
The ancient Chinese medicine book "Encyclopedia of Ophthalmology" states that the success rate of golden needle obstruction removal surgery is 40-50%, which may be caused by the lens pushing into the vitreous body.
If the epidermis of the lens is not broken, it is good. If the epidermis is broken, it will inevitably react with the surrounding tissues, and the operation will fail. ”
"Mr. Yuzhi began to improve the classical needle extraction technique in 1957."
"What happened next?"
"More than 6,000 cases were tested. The Ministry of Health at that time was very satisfied with the results, but it was a bit difficult to promote, and not many people could do it."
"Why?"
Luo Hao thought for a while, shook his head, and did not explain.
"Traditional Chinese medicine is about inheritance, but also about talent..." The driver started to gossip.
People were coming and going in the imperial capital. He seemed to be well-informed and talked endlessly.
Luo Hao didn't feel any noise and just closed his eyes to rest.
Although the negative state of [Flow] has been alleviated, the body still feels very tired when using both [Flow] + racial talents together.
Coupled with the need for needle extraction, Luo Hao's heart was more tired than his body.
"Brother, why didn't the teachers use Western medicine when performing surgeries?"
"Mr. Xiaolou also went for consultation back then, and in the end it was the teacher who chose him." Luo Hao said.
"Mr. Zhang Xiaolou?!"
"Xiaolou? Why does it sound like an opera singer?" the driver asked without missing a chance.
"The old dean of Tongren passed away in 1990." Luo Hao replied calmly.
On my way to Tongren, when I mentioned the old dean of Tongren, even the noisy driver was stunned.
When you come to Tongren, you can see the outpatient clinic building in the distance.
The driver suddenly turned the steering wheel, and Luo Hao felt the car jump up, as if he was avoiding something.
Opening his eyes, Luo Hao saw the logo of a little golden man.
"Let's stay away from it. It's a waste of time. I've been working for nothing for a year." The driver explained.
Is this the legendary respect for good cars?
But there is a Rolls-Royce Phantom in front, and looking further ahead, there are a series of luxury cars.
"It shouldn't be. I usually see a few cars here, but I've never seen so many." The driver was confused.
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