Back To The Age Of The 80s

"Professor Li."

"Professor Li."

Li Zheng wore a white lab coat and walked out of the elevator hurriedly. He was greeted by experimenters from time to time along the way. He pouted and nodded as he walked and looked at yesterday's patient data.

"The tumors of most patients are well controlled. Although they have not significantly shrunk, they have not grown up. The 16-bed and 32-bed cancer cells have spread throughout the body, and local targeted drugs may not be effective for them." Pierce walked. Whispered in Li Zheng's ear.

Pierce and Dannusen have played the role of deputy with their due diligence over the past six months, which saved Li Zheng a lot of heart.

For example, after the laboratory phase is over, the drug clinic no longer requires him to work all day and night. Our Mr. Liang flew to New York as early as the first day when Li Zheng announced that the drug had entered the clinical stage. He didn't say much or complained. The image of a "satisfied assistant" after the typical scientific research front.

The lover is too caring, no, Li Zheng is late today.

"Dad, this is a picture of Ace, you think he will turn over."

"Look at his small eyes, look at someone, they are always straight and cute."

"Dad, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water?"

"Dad, you will get better." The woman's voice trembled slightly.

Li Zheng's footsteps stopped. He checked the ward number on the door and turned the information in his hand to the corresponding page number.

"This is a 16-bed patient. His former attending doctor told his family a month ago, and he has only been a few months ago. The family was unwilling to see our new drug clinic and signed up for his father. The patient's son is The UN peacekeeper will not come back several times a year. This is his son's wife."

Li Zheng was silent for two minutes, turned the page over, and left in strides.

He walked to the door of the office and turned his head, "Bring me the details of the 16 beds and 32 beds, and let the researcher in charge come to my office."

"Okay, Professor Li."

Li Zheng knows that erlotinib, based on EGRF research, is effective for locally advanced and metastatic non-small cell lung cancer. He cannot save these people, but maybe he can let the patient stay until his grandson is warmed. box.

Li Zheng heard from Pierce that the family of the 16-bed patient wanted the patient to see his grandson, but the grandson was born prematurely and could not get out of the incubator for the first three months, so he could only show the patient the photos.

"Change the medication cycle, use the medication once every 14 days, and change the medication dose to weight KG multiplied by 5."

"Okay, Professor."

However, this time, God didn’t seem to be on Li Zheng’s side. The cancer pain caused the old man to barely utter a word when he was dying. He could hardly see a piece of meat on his arm, and his whole body was squishy. Only the lungs are bulging, hard, like a pregnant woman.

When the "beep" of the heart stopped beeping, the medical staff and researchers rushed to the ward as quickly as possible.

"First aid! First aid preparation."

"CPR, the two rotate, fast! The defibrillator is ready!"

The medical staff of the state hospital quickly pushed the person out of the ward, and a medical staff jumped onto the patient and started CPR.

The researchers lowered their heads in silence, holding a white notebook in one hand, and quickly recording in the other. The cold data was reported from them one by one, which looked particularly bitter.

Li Zheng was one of them. He calmly recorded the last data. He came out of the ward as if his whole body was weakened. The moment he left the ward, his eyes met the eyes of another patient in the double ward, that kind of indifference. Li Zheng shivered instantly with despair.

"Clinical medicine is a very difficult job, and some researchers even dare not enter the laboratory anymore." Ruiz's words were still in his ears, and he gave a wry smile and quickly walked out of the ward.

This half an hour was a long time. The patient's son and his wife came over at the first time. The patient's son was still wearing the clothes of the UN peacekeeping force. To Li Zheng's surprise, he was still an acquaintance.

When Li Zheng followed the UN medical rescue team into Dorman, the UN soldier was one of the escorts.

The soldier seemed to recognize Li Zheng, so he walked quickly to him and paid a military salute to Li Zheng.

"Mr. Li, tell me the truth, is there any hope for my father?" The soldier's expression was firm, and his eyes looked at Li Zheng with faint respect. The UN soldiers in Africa gave Li Zheng, who had eliminated Dock's disease. Biologists are very respectful, because they are also human and can be infected.

During their stay in Africa, they didn’t even know when they would be infected with Duke’s disease. They were then sent back to China for quarantine by their heavily armed teammates. The appearance of Li Zheng changed all of this. After Merck’s announcement of the vaccine’s launch, they in the United States The soldiers were vaccinated against Doc's disease for the first time. Without the threat of infectious diseases, the atmosphere in the army suddenly became much better.

"Sorry." Li Zheng said these two words extremely hard.

The soldier seemed to have anticipated this answer, and did not overreact, but the look in his eyes dimmed suddenly.

"The trouble is to stop the traumatic rescue of my father. He is very painful." Before that, the old man had been lying in the hospital bed for half a year. Every day in the hospital bed, he was suffering from cancer pain. The soldiers understood his father. The mentality is too painful. If there is no hope, this kind of pain will bring one or two days alive, which is almost a cruel punishment for the patient.

Li Zheng opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, the soldier had already bent down deeply towards him.

"I'm sorry, the professor is a scientist, not a medical staff, please communicate with the hospital medical staff." Pierce hurried up to rescue.

However, the next scene exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Shut up, I didn't talk to you!" The soldier suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, his arms raised, and a black hole appeared in front of Pierce.

Everyone in the corridor screamed, "A gun, it's a gun!"

The soldier pointed at Pierce with a dark hole, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty characteristic of soldiers who had been on the battlefield on his face, "Quiet, okay?"

"Well, you put the gun down first." Pierce's sweat came down suddenly.

Li Zheng took a step forward and protected Professor Pierce behind him, "George, put down the gun."

George looked into Li Zheng's eyes, thought for two seconds, and slowly retracted the gun.

"Mr. Li, I only trust you." He said word by word.

Li Zheng took a deep breath, "I see."

He looked at the time on his wrist. It was almost 25 minutes before the 16-bed patient entered the rescue room, and there were still five minutes before the legal stop of rescue.

Li Zheng stepped forward in the eyes of everyone and said to the medical staff inside through the walkie-talkie: "Stop the traumatic rescue and announce the time of death."

Li Zheng only felt his ears humming, and there was only his own voice in the entire corridor.

There was silence on the walkie-talkie for a while, and it took a long time before he answered: "Okay, Professor Li."

Does one's own life decide a person's life with such a fluttering sentence?

Li Zheng didn't know what kind of feeling it was. Even if reason told him that even if he didn't say this, the 16-bed patient was almost impossible to be rescued, but as soon as he said this, the old man stayed open. One in ten-thousandth of the eye-opening possibility is lost forever.

A snow-white push bed was pushed out, and when George saw this scene, he let out a roar like a wounded beast.

The cry of the woman and the low roar of the man are mixed together, which makes people feel a sad coolness from the bottom of their hearts.

Li Zheng stood on the side of the corridor, and his peripheral vision saw all the patients in the wards, all the patients who could still walk stood at the door of the ward.

Their eyes were the same as those of the patient in bed 17, cold and hopeless.

Li Zheng didn't know how he felt at this time, as if the whole world suddenly became pale, the corridor was empty, except for him, only those patients who stood at the door of the ward looking at him with despair and indifferent eyes .

The snow-white push bed slowly pushed past Li Zheng. He smelled a strong disinfectant and a faint smell of blood. Everyone present, including those patients standing at the door of the ward, sent away this person with their attention. The patient at the last moment.

Without waiting for Li Zheng to take a breath, a rapid voice came from the intercom.

"Dr. Albert, bed 32 is critically ill!" The voice was harsh with the sound of the walkie-talkie.

Dr. Albert is the emergency doctor for the 16-bed patient, and the doctor in charge of the new drug clinic with Li Zheng and Ruiz.

"I'll be here right away." He said in a deep voice, and then quickly ran to bed 32.

The researchers' reaction speed was obviously a step slower than that of the medical staff. By the time they ran into the ward, a group of medical staff had already begun rescue operations.

Li Zheng held the pen in his hand tightly, and the black pen made a deep mark on the white notebook.

"The heartbeat stops, and the patient's pupils have a tendency to spread."

"Preparing to be rescued, Annie, you can tidy up the emergency room and prepare for the second rescue immediately." Albert said calmly.

"Okay, doctor."

The grunt of pushing the bed reached his ears, and Li Zheng suddenly recovered.

"Professor, this is data." Pierce handed his notebook to Li Zheng.

He hesitated, but still raised his hand and patted Li Zheng on the shoulder, "Anti-cancer drugs are in clinical use. This is normal."

The "Kacha" pen broke in Li Zheng's hand, "Thank you." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to get his sanity to work again. Two minutes later, he opened his eyes again.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Seeing Pierce standing next to him, who worried about himself as if he were worried about the younger generation, Li Zheng's eyes flashed warmth.

He strode out of the ward, the patients still stood at the door, watching one push bed come out, and then watch another push bed enter. His eyes have changed from indifference and despair to hollowness.

Li Zheng's footsteps paused, and then he walked forward without squinting.

However, the slightly trembling lips indicate that the biologist's psychology is not peaceful.

It was another thirty minutes of rescue, and another white push bed came out.

In less than an hour, the two lives passed away, which made the atmosphere in the hospital a bit solidified, and the mood of the project team suddenly fell, let alone watching the two patients who died one after another.

"Li, the weak will to survive is very difficult for our drug clinic." Ruiz rushed back for the first time, and the old professor looked anxious.

"Many studies have shown that cancer is related to people's mood. Under depression, tumors grow faster. This has been recognized by most biologists." Ruiz rubbed his temple, "I really don't It's time to let these two patients participate in the experiment." Ruiz said annoyedly.

"Lee?"

"Lee?"

Ruiz absolutely approves of Li Zheng’s academic level, but Li is a young man less than twenty years old after all. You must know that when he first came into contact with clinical medicine, especially advanced cancer medicine, he felt that he didn’t want to Think again.

But at this moment, Li Zheng can't drop the chain. Ruiz knows very well that this project can achieve the status it is today. Li Zheng’s experimental ideas accounted for most of the credit, and Li Zheng has always been in charge of the drug dosage control. If he loses the chain, the experiment will fail. It's half.

Li Zheng kept turning the watch on his right wrist with his left hand. This was his subconscious action when he was anxious.

"Professor Ruiz." About five minutes later, Li Zheng raised his head, "Is the news video that reported that your Doininib was on the market?"

Ruiz seemed a little confused, but he still replied: "Of course, the video of the listing conference and the special report of New York TV are stored in my laboratory."

"Notify the hospital that starting tomorrow, the special video of your Doininib and the video of my report on the yew and polyvirus vaccines will be played in the ward, and there are others. Anyway, the video that reports the results of our project is exaggerated. The better. Professor, starting tomorrow, I and you and Dr. Albert will round the ward, okay?"