Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital-Chapter 383 - 344: Pre-Appointment Warm-Up

Arriving at the ward, Zhao Heng, accompanied by Li Yang and Liu Meng, first approached the young man’s bedside who was suffering from Persistent Excitement Syndrome.

At this moment, the young man lying in bed playing on his phone appeared to be almost like a normal person. Compared to the tormented look he had when he was first admitted, it was like night and day.

Seeing Zhao Heng approaching, the young man put down his phone.

"How are you feeling today?"

Zhao Heng asked the young man.

"Doctor, it’s been such a long time since I’ve felt this at ease. Thank you, doctor, thank you."

When Zhao Heng asked, the young man responded excitedly. It seemed the illness had indeed taken a heavy toll on him.

Seeing the young man’s happy expression, Zhao Heng hesitated to say the words he had prepared.

In truth, the young man’s current satisfactory treatment results were heavily reliant on the use of a very expensive material, the water-based molecular anesthetic gel. Moreover, if the supply of this material becomes unavailable later, to ensure the young man’s normal life, it may become necessary to choose sacral nerve root destruction surgery. At that point, whether a young man without X function can still live a normal life is uncertain.

"Doctor, what’s wrong? If there’s anything, feel free to tell me. I can handle it."

Amid his happiness, noticing Zhao Heng’s slightly serious expression, the young man couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Although after undergoing this minor surgery, the nightmare that had tormented him vanished suddenly, the young man knew that the issue wasn’t so simple.

If it were simply a matter of medication that could cure this ailment quickly, then why were so many hospitals and doctors unable to achieve that before?

"Currently, your symptoms are alleviated, but this relies on medication. To completely cure it, we must find the true cause of the disease."

Zhao Heng said slowly.

"Doctor, what will happen if we can’t find the cause?"

The young man nervously asked upon hearing Zhao Heng’s words.

This gel, costing a hundred thousand per tube and only lasting two weeks, was so expensive that while manageable for a month or two, the young man could not sustain its use indefinitely.

"If we can’t find the cause, then we can only perform the sacral nerve root destruction surgery, but once this surgery is done, you will permanently lose X function."

Zhao Heng stated.

Upon hearing this, the young man fell silent. He was only twenty-five; if he lost X function, how would he date or even marry in the future?

"Doctor, try your best. If the cause cannot be found, then I’ll have the surgery."

After a moment, the young man made up his mind. In this life, one can live without a woman; love, marriage, and having children aren’t mandatory.

He always had a dream of cycling across the country, even the world, and if the cause couldn’t be found, he’d undergo the surgery and pursue his dream.

"Rest well for the next two weeks."

Zhao Heng didn’t say much else. Of course, he would try his best to find the cause of the young man’s illness, but for such an unprecedented disease, finding the cause is easier said than done.

The biggest challenge lies in the lack of sufficient clinical cases. Without enough cases, it’s impossible to conduct statistical analysis, and the likelihood of discovering the cause solely through research on a single patient is incredibly low.

Just like with previous Brain-Eating Amoeba infection patients, although Brain-Eating Amoeba infections are exceptionally rare, there were records. It was through the inspiration from a medical article on Brain-Eating Amoeba that Zhao Heng found the treatment method.

But with this young man, a condition typically affecting females, now present in a male patient, there was no precedent for reference.

Therefore, the most likely outcome is the eventual sacral nerve root destruction surgery.

Zhao Heng was neither a god nor omnipotent.

Subsequently, Zhao Heng went to Ma Xiaochen’s room.

Entering the room, Zhao Heng saw Ma Jianteng was also present. After all, with his only son sick, regardless of how busy he was, Ma Jianteng had to make time to see his son.

However, looking at Ma Jianteng today, he appeared somewhat exhausted and worn out, starkly different from his previously vigorous and spirited demeanor.

In light of recent news about Ma Jianteng’s cockroach gold service being blocked from going public, this constituted a significant career setback for him.

The previously seemingly invincible Ma Jianteng had finally encountered a bottleneck, one that he might not overcome in his lifetime.

So naturally, Ma Jianteng’s mood wasn’t great, and coupled with his son’s illness, he appeared even more weary.

Seeing Zhao Heng enter, Ma Jianteng nodded at him as a form of greeting.

"How are you feeling today?"

Zhao Heng asked Ma Xiaochen, who was lying in bed.

"Just a little headache left, everything else is much better."

Ma Xiaochen replied.

During this time, he has been feeling much better. During his time at Mayo, he was tormented by relentless headaches and nausea, a level of suffering he was unwilling to endure for even another day.

"Dr. Zhao, how is Xiaochen recovering?"

Ma Jianteng impatiently asked, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

There was no other way around it, as Ma Xiaochen was his only son. At his level, money was just a string of numbers; apart from his career, his son was what he cared about most.