Surgery Godfather
Chapter 810 - 725 International Advanced Methods

Chapter 810: Chapter 725 International Advanced Methods

After a wave of nausea, Wang Dapeng’s stomach and intestines started to churn like turbulent rivers, having never seen such doctors who treat illness with feces.

"Doctor, you’re not making an international joke with me, are you?" Wang Dapeng was quite angry; he thought the doctor was purposely playing a trick on him.

Unfazed by Wang Dapeng’s emotional fluctuations, Xiao Wu said in a very academic tone, "This is not an international joke but an internationally advanced method. The reason you can ferment alcohol in your own intestinal tract is that there has been a problem with your microbial flora."

"To put it simply, the human intestinal tract is a huge bacterial library, harboring about 100 trillion bacteria, with over 400 known species so far. Countless bacteria form a balanced ecosystem in the intestines."

"Now, the ecology of your bowel bacteria has been disrupted, which is why the yeast has multiplied. We need to use someone else’s stool to rebuild the microbial ecology of your intestinal tract. We could have used traditional methods, but you are allergic to antifungal medications and have the potential to develop life-threatening exfoliative dermatitis, so we have no choice but to opt for this cutting-edge method."

"Mr. Wang Dapeng, medicine is a very serious and earnest matter," Zhang Lin chimed in from the side.

Opportunities to represent the Comprehensive Surgery Department were rare, and now was one. Therefore, both masters had to seize the chance to exhibit their extraordinary talents and show their remarkable academic prowess with utmost seriousness.

Wang Dapeng looked at the doctors in front of him, who didn’t seem to be joking at all, and thought for a moment, "Doctor, I can’t accept this. You say transplanting other things is acceptable, but transplanting someone’s feces, what kind of thing is that? I’ll feel disgusted every time I think about it for the rest of my life, and it will be a lifelong joke."

"We’re not asking you to eat feces, but to transplant it into your intestines, which naturally contain feces anyway," Hu Xiaoliang interjected.

Wang Dapeng turned and glared at his arch-nemesis, "What’s the difference from eating? Both end up in the stomach, one with taste and one without."

"Don’t be nervous. I was merely using colloquial language to explain the treatment method, just so that you would understand. In fact, the formal name of this treatment is---heterologous intestinal content and mixed flora transplantation, which has already been applied in our clinical practice." Xiao Wu spoke in clear and standard Mandarin before writing the full name of the treatment method on paper.

Wang Dapeng read each word carefully, and the anxiety he had been holding onto subsided, "You scared me for a moment. I thought you were really going to treat with feces, but it’s actually food residue and mixed flora."

Xiao Wu and Zhang Lin exchanged glances as if they understood something, deciding not to correct the void of words but to focus on introducing the necessity, feasibility, and effectiveness of this method.

The communication transitioned smoothly; sometimes, what so-called communication challenges existed could vanish from a different angle.

"Doctor, had you explained it this way earlier, I would have understood. Instead, you talked about treating with feces; if it really were feces, I wouldn’t go through with the treatment even if you killed me."

At this moment, Wang Dapeng felt relaxed, thinking that the young doctors still lacked experience. They couldn’t even speak clearly and almost made him reject such an advanced treatment.

Food residue and mixed flora sounded like high-level medical terms.

Immediately, Wang Dapeng became anxious again. Such an upscale treatment method would probably not be cheap.

As a small construction foreman, he was someone who roamed without medical insurance, and every hospital visit made him extremely nervous.

"About the cost---how much would that be?" Wang Dapeng asked hesitantly.

"Around five thousand," Xiao Wu answered.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Dapeng cautiously inquired, "Does this include the cost of materials?"

By "materials," he referred to food residue and mixed flora. Wang Dapeng knew that sometimes materials could be more expensive than the surgery itself, so it was better to clarify.

"Yes, it includes the cost of materials. If you have a relative, such as your wife or children, act as the providers of the food residue, you could save a few hundred yuan. However, the provider must be in good health and meet the criteria. The specific plan will be communicated to you later by a doctor from the Department of Gastroenterology. You don’t have any underlying diseases, do you? Like high blood pressure or diabetes?" Xiao Wu had found the right way to communicate with Wang Dapeng, so he was very careful with his words.

Wang Dapeng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don’t have any---I mean, I don’t know---I don’t usually get a health check."

"You don’t get regular check-ups?" Hu Xiaoliang asked incredulously, surprised that someone who drives a Land Rover had no sense of health awareness.

Wang Dapeng disdainfully responded, "Health check-ups are a waste of money. What’s the use? If a check-up reveals some illness, serious diseases can’t be cured, minor diseases don’t need treatment—I’m just paying to be scared."

Hu Xiaoliang pondered for a while, feeling that there was both sense and nonsense in his words.

Five thousand yuan indeed wasn’t much and was even somewhat surprising. In Wang Dapeng’s experience, he imagined that staying in such big hospitals would cost at least several thousand yuan.

"Really only five thousand yuan?" Wang Dapeng sought confirmation again.

Xiao Wu and Zhang Lin nodded, "Roughly. There might be some fluctuations, but they won’t be significant."

Five thousand yuan! Wang Dapeng felt he could afford it. Now the key issues of concern for him were the effectiveness and safety of the treatment.

When it came to treating his condition, cost was always the first concern for Wang Dapeng, followed by other things.

"Are you confident?"

"We’re confident, but we can’t guarantee it 100%."

"Is the risk high?"

"Every procedure has its risks, but this treatment method has a very low risk."

"Does it require surgery?"

"No, it’s done directly with the assistance of a colonoscopy."

After some discussion, it was inexpensive, had low risk, and the effects were predictable. Wang Dapeng thought it was feasible and agreed.

---

Wang Dapeng’s case was diagnosed by the Comprehensive Surgery Department, but the subsequent treatment wasn’t their responsibility. Instead, it was handled by the Department of Gastroenterology, where a doctor named Chen Feiyu was conducting a fecal transplant project. He had set up a laboratory to study the intestinal microbiota.

When the Comprehensive Surgery Department referred the case to him, he was overjoyed. Such rare cases were highly sought after.

"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Wu, thank you both for your support," Dr. Chen said with a clasped fist.

As for Zhang Lin and Little Five, their reputations at Sanbo Hospital were well-known to everyone. Each time they were involved, it signified the formidable strength of the Comprehensive Surgery Department.

To thank the Comprehensive Surgery Department, Dr. Chen decided to give a special gift. He took out a stack of forms and offered them to Zhang Lin: "Teacher Zhang, these are our laboratory’s volunteer application forms. There are a few spots left for your department’s standardized training students and graduate students, but they have to pass a physical examination."

"What is this?" Zhang Lin asked as he opened the application form.

"Fecal donation volunteer application form!" Little Five glanced at it.

"Donate once, get three hundred yuan in compensation, no more than 22 times a month," Dr. Chen said proudly.

Little Five couldn’t help but laugh and cry: "Do you have a large demand for feces?"

"Very large! We are currently conducting research on intestinal microbiota, which covers a wide range, and we have a substantial need for qualified feces. This is an internal quota, specially reserved to thank your department, and I brought them out just for you. Please keep it quiet. Just come to our laboratory and defecate once a day, and you can earn three hundred yuan. Such an excellent job is highly sought after by many students," Dr. Chen earnestly and seriously advised the two.

Such an opportunity, once made public, would lead to fierce competition for quotas. These standardized training students and graduate students generally had meager incomes, hardly enough to make ends meet. If they had the chance to secure a steady source of extra income, there would certainly be a rush.

Good thing!

Securing benefits for students was the best way for teachers to establish authority, so Zhang Lin took a few application forms.

Such a good thing!

Zhang Lin himself felt a little tempted, itching inside.

---

Office of the Comprehensive Surgery Department’s Doctors.

Zhang Lin sat behind his desk, with a stack of application forms laid out, and a group of people queued up in front of him waiting to get the forms.

"Ages 18 to 35, in good health, without any contagious diseases, daily bowel movements must be solid; after signing up, participate in a physical examination, and we will select the best from the volunteers who pass the examination," Zhang Lin announced the conditions for fecal donors.

"Price is three hundred yuan per donation, up to 22 times a month, holy shit, 6600 yuan a month."

"More than six thousand yuan a month, that’s an annual income of eighty thousand."

"Not everyone will be qualified."

"Didn’t you hear it’s a competitive selection?"

"The quota won’t be internally fixed, right? The recruitment should be fair, just, and open, right? There won’t be any backdoor deals, right?"

"Hard to say!"

Everyone discussed animatedly, whispering amongst themselves, each person eagerly hoping to be selected. The thought of such an effortless and steady source of side income excited everyone.

"Can the age limit be relaxed?" Robert asked, coming forward, with August also eager to try.

All eyes turned to Robert and August, scrutinizing as if with blades, when a student grumbled fiercely, "Go change dressings and write up the case histories. Still want to snatch our jobs?"

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