Probably the moon worship ceremony has been done too much recently, and the effect has become worse and worse. As soon as he returned to the duty room, Chi Song saw a new patient.
A little boy of seven or eight years old, accompanied by a kind-hearted old man, probably his grandfather.
The child was surprisingly sensible and cooperative, which saved him a lot of time and successfully completed the cranial MRI.
Chi Song looked at the images repeatedly, his heart sinking little by little. This is an apparent case of grade III glioma - anaplastic astrocytoma.
As the chief resident of the imaging department, Chi Song has watched a lot of films and is used to seeing various lesions. He has also learned how to convey bad news.
The only thing he couldn't get used to was this kind of disease that happened to his child.
Grade III and IV gliomas are notorious because they are incurable.
Although it was still early days, it was still equivalent to announcing the death of that child.
The heavy door slid open, and Chi Song took the child's hand and walked out together. He was about to explain the situation to his family when he was suddenly stunned.
It has only been a few minutes, but why are there so many people outside the MRI room?
Director Feng from our imaging department, Director Hou from the neurosurgery department, Director Qian from the pediatric department...even Dean Lin came in person.
Tonight's moon worship ceremony, which kind of gods have been disturbed? What kind of big event has caused the world to be shaken and the gods to cry?
Or maybe I didn’t watch any of the movies carefully today and made a major mistake? He felt inexplicably guilty.
"What are the results of the examination just now? Tell us." Dean Lin instructed.
Turns out it wasn't my problem. Chi Song's heart relaxed a little, then lifted it up again.
The results of this child's examination were really disappointing.
"MRI shows that there are three small spaces in the posterior part of the infratentorial brainstem. The T1 image has low and equal mixed signals, and the T2 image has equal and high mixed signals."
Chi Song's voice was low: "...the border is unclear, there is edema around it, and the mass effect is obvious. It is highly suspected to be the early form of anaplastic astrocytoma."
There was silence. After a long time, Dean Lin said: "Xiaochi is still young. If I ask Lao Hou and the others to help check it, I might not be able to read it accurately."
Chi Song did not refute. He didn't care about his own face at all, he would rather be dazzled and see something wrong.
Director Hou and Director Qian went in together and looked at the images again and again.
Unfortunately, for intracranial gliomas, MRI results are the clearest, making it impossible for them to overturn Chi Song's conclusion.
Director Qian remembered what he said in the afternoon. He said at the time: This child is obviously very good. I think he is physically stronger than the average child!
But now I was slapped hard in the face by the image, and my face turned red and white, which didn't look good.
Director Hou didn't pay attention to him, but thought of Tao Le.
How did she figure it out? Is it really possible to make possible judgments and put forward reasonable suggestions based on simple superficial indicators?
Don't be afraid of authority and don't care about gains and losses. The heart of a doctor is hot and sincere, without a single flaw.
At this time, he had forgotten that just a few hours ago, Tao Le was still an "inappropriate" negative example in his mouth.
The two came out and shook their heads slightly at the people who were looking forward to it.
"We can do another enhanced MRI to further clarify the diagnosis." Director Hou said.
Everyone understands what he said. Whether or not enhancement is done will not change the diagnosis result. It is just to further confirm and lay the foundation for the next treatment.
I really didn't expect that Mr. Zhou, my young disciple, would actually have a brain tumor. It is also a malignant grade III glioma.
Everyone present felt extremely heavy.
Only Tang asked himself, not knowing the ins and outs of this disease, with a bright smile on his face.
Chi Song just promised him to reward him with a lollipop!
Zhou Jishen seemed to be ten years older, and his body was a little rickety.
He himself had never married, and he had already regarded Tang Wen as his grandson. This child is rare and smart and eager to learn. He taught him step by step and carefully, and it was very interesting to pass on the mantle to him.
But God is jealous of Yingcai, how could this kind of malignant glioma, which only affects four to six people out of every 100,000 people, grow into Xiao Wen's head.
"Mr. Zhou, don't get angry. We will conduct a comprehensive examination on Xiaowen tomorrow, and then arrange consultations with various departments to discuss the best plan."
Dean Lin held Zhou Jishen's hand: "Traditional Chinese medicine is also very effective in fighting cancer. Let's take a two-pronged approach and we won't be afraid that we won't be able to find a way out."
Zhou Jishen also suddenly learned the bad news just now, and his brain was so dizzy that he stopped thinking.
When Dean Lin said this, he immediately came back to his senses, with a wry smile on his face.
Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed very effective in inhibiting the progression and recurrence of brain tumors.
He himself has used several acupuncture methods and has his usual prescriptions, which are not only effective, but also significantly extend the recurrence rate and survival time after surgery.
He has previously diagnosed and treated children with brain tumors, several of which were malignant.
For brain gliomas, surgery is a necessary prerequisite.
After the operation, he used acupuncture and decoction to make comprehensive adjustments to the patient's body, trying his best to improve the quality of life and prolong the patient's survival.
But it only prolongs, not cures.
He remembered that the child with the best outcome survived seven years after the operation and successfully celebrated his eighteenth birthday.
Although he eventually died, his family members were also grateful to him and recognized his medical skills.
Because those seven years were already three times longer than the theoretical survival time.
Now it was Xiaowen's turn. Even if he tried his best, how long could he hold on?
Xiaowen's age is still too young. The traditional Chinese medicines used in traditional Chinese medicine to extinguish wind, resuscitate one's orifices, detoxify and disperse stagnation, are either poisonous insects such as centipede, whole scorpion, toad venom, or cold foods such as bezoar and pinellia, and are used in large amounts. While fighting tumors, the damage to the body is not small.
He was thinking a lot in his mind, but on the surface he forced himself to calm down. Although Dean Lin's suggestion was relatively safe, he still had to think about it again.
However, for some reason, he suddenly thought of Tao Le.
It was that girl who saw Xiao Qian's problem at a glance. It's a pity that I and others actually thought she was trying to please others.
I have been practicing medicine for so many years and have seen so many patients, but my vision still needs to be improved. After all, he is still used to judging others by their age and seniority.
This incident really taught me a good lesson.
By the way, just now he noticed something strange about Xiao Wen's pulse. In a moment of panic, he immediately got in the car and went straight to the first hospital. He even forgot to ask about Cheng Yue's condition.
But even if her impression of the girl had changed, Cheng Yue's illness was not something she could cure.
I just hope that her acupuncture method can really have some effect and improve Ah Yue's breathing problem to some extent, making him live more comfortably.
