Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1229 - 949: Cruel Diagnostic Methods_2

Chapter 1229: Chapter 949: Cruel Diagnostic Methods_2

The situation with Sisi was also not optimistic; she had reached a point where surgery was no longer an option, and even Gamma Knife or various other particle blade treatments were not applicable. The only choice left was to wait for a breakthrough in medication.

But a breakthrough in experiments is not easy to come by. Though Yang Ping had a system that could significantly compress experiment time, if it were to follow the actual timeline, it would be a matter of decades, and even then, success was not guaranteed.

In the history of science, every scientist who has made significant contributions has been extraordinary. Science research requires pure passion to persevere; any ulterior motives can easily lead researchers to waver in the face of setbacks, to give up or collapse.

Only pure passion for science can last, can enable one to focus without distraction, can allow one to walk alone, and to advance bravely.

At this time, the outpatient clinic at the Surgical Research Institute was still bustling, with patients sitting in the waiting area patiently awaiting their numbers to be called.

Professor Cao from the Cardiac Surgery Department was busy; there were simply too many patients in the outpatient clinic, and he had barely had a few sips of water all afternoon. During a brief lull, he took a sip to moisten his parched throat and gestured to the graduate student beside him to continue calling the next patient.

The patient was a man in his thirties, quite thin and with a complexion that didn’t look good; he would occasionally cough a few times and seemed a bit short of breath.

He carried a bag full of thick medical records in a snake-skin bag, and upon entering, he bowed to Professor Cao, then sat down, took the medical records out of the snake-skin bag, and laid them stack by stack on Professor Cao’s desk – there were X-rays, CT scans, and various other test results, including those for tuberculosis, infections, tumors, and the like.

Professor Cao’s assistant graduate student hung the X-rays and CT scans on the light box, and Professor Cao, unruffled, adjusted his glasses, propped up his chin with one hand, and meticulously analyzed these images.

The X-rays showed: large numbers of round and irregular shadows in both lungs, essentially symmetrical on both sides, more prominent on the exterior, with the lung apices not being involved. Some had already coalesced into large patches of shadow.

The CT scans revealed nodules of varying sizes and ground-glass opacities, interstitial pulmonary fibrosis, and thickening of the bronchovascular bundles, among other things.

This was a clear radiographic representation of pneumoconiosis. After reviewing the images and the rest of the test results, Professor Cao asked the patient, "How many years have you worked in a dusty environment?"

"Five years," the patient replied.

Professor Cao stood up and the graduate student helped the patient to lie down on the examination bed. Professor Cao began to perform auscultation on the patient’s lungs and heart, followed by some other necessary physical examinations.

"You have pneumoconiosis. It looks like you’ve had all the necessary tests done, so there’s no need for more. Your pneumoconiosis is quite severe, and at present, there’s no good way to treat such advanced pneumoconiosis except for a lung transplant, in other words, a lung replacement."

Professor Cao quickly gave a clear diagnosis; the illness was quite obvious, leaving no room for doubt.

"What are your thoughts? If you want to go further into diagnosis, it’s already unnecessary. I see you’ve been to many hospitals, all well-known ones, and I suspect the doctors at these hospitals have already mentioned the treatment method to you—lung replacement," Professor Cao said as he washed his hands and continued to talk.

"Professor, is there any way you could help with a diagnostic certificate saying this is pneumoconiosis?"

The patient offered up a smile, tentative and cautious, as if fearing to offend Professor Cao. It was clearly a forced smile.

Professor Cao waved his hand, "No, that’s not possible. This disease falls under occupational illness, and only a qualified occupational disease hospital can issue a diagnostic certificate. We are not authorized to do that. You should go to your local occupational disease prevention institute to get this certification."

At this point, the forced smile on the patient’s face faded, and he let out a hopeless sigh, "I’ve been to our local occupational disease prevention institute, but they refuse to provide the certification. They say that to diagnose pneumoconiosis, the company I worked for has to provide documentation proving that my working environment had lots of dust, meeting the conditions to cause pneumoconiosis, and that my lung disease is directly related to my working environment."

"I went to the factory where I used to work to obtain these documents, but the factory refused, claiming that the environment there was good, without the dust exposure you mentioned. Without proof from the factory, the hospital won’t give me a diagnosis, but the factory refuses to provide proof; I’m completely out of options. I’ve been running around for this for many years, and now I can barely walk without gasping for air, and I can’t work at all, unable to support my family. If I had the certificate, I could at least get some compensation to make the financial situation slightly better."

The patient’s voice was hoarse and his demeanor extremely weary; Professor Cao noticed tears in his eyes, and his old shoes were so worn that they were falling apart.

"It’s not that I don’t want to help you; we genuinely don’t have the authority to issue a certificate for occupational diseases. Even if we did, it wouldn’t be recognized, and moreover, we can’t issue one—it would be against regulations," Professor Cao said, clearly troubled.

The patient’s tired eyes had lost all brightness, and he felt deeply disappointed, "What should I do then? I’ve been to so many hospitals for this over the years, and when I heard that Sanbo Hospital was renowned, I came to ask if a certificate could be issued here."

"We are known for our medical knowledge, but your case isn’t about medical expertise, it’s about legal regulations. I’m just wondering, why does your local occupational disease prevention institute require proof from the factory? Do factories admit their problems to pay compensation to you?" Professor Cao was suspicious about the situation.

"If confirmed to be pneumoconiosis, it would probably be stage three by now; they would definitely have to compensate, at least by several hundred thousand, so how could they possibly provide the documents needed to pay you?" Xiao Wu, the graduate student, explained.

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