Chapter 2406: Chapter 2398: Unexpected Incident
The medical experts from Funiu arrived that afternoon, while the experts from Chuanshu arrived at midnight.
Beauty Lin’s superior displayed the contents of the USB drive, and both provinces’ experts agreed that, although it was impossible to determine the authenticity of the information in haste, it was indeed extremely valuable.
It not only involved many development directions and ideas of futuristic medicine, but also laid out plans for the model of future hospitals.
Put simply, it not only covered medical specialties but also involved medical division, modularization, and management studies, which can’t just be judged by medical experts—general practitioners are not enough; physicians with comprehensive management skills are needed for analysis.
Looking at these data, everyone concluded they were specialized in only one area.
Therefore, both sides requested to copy the data—they needed to return to analyze it with their hospital managers and verify it while learning.
This request was refused without hesitation, with Beauty Lin’s party demanding that the opposing side could only view it in Cultural Town and must sign a confidentiality agreement.
The next morning, representatives from a certain Military Medical University and affiliated hospital, who had received the news, became official researchers of this set of manuals.
After analysis by the three parties, it was finally concluded that there was no major issue with the booklet. Those researching management didn’t need to speak further; some simple descriptive medical development findings in the booklet caught the experts’ attention.
The experts were very eager to communicate with the provider of the manual, but this was unrealistic, so Beauty Lin was called over again.
Beauty Lin also understood the importance, openly stating: The manual is basically accurate, but the provider mainly discussed the medical management model; as for the details of medical development achievements... that’s not important.
Among the three parties, there were two she didn’t quite trust, except for the certain Military Medical University and its affiliated hospital, which she could trust unreservedly.
However, the medical experts from Funiu disagreed first, "I’ve been in Zhengyang for more than just a year or two. Even if you don’t say, we can figure out who provided it. We’ve signed a confidentiality agreement, what are you worried about?"
The experts from Chuanshu were quite capable themselves. They didn’t know much about Zhengyang, but they got in through Yang Yuxin’s connections.
Moreover, they could easily find out online that Director Yang spent most of the recent years in Zhengyang, "Do you really think we Chuanshu people don’t go online? What Cultural Town in Baixing holds, we wouldn’t know? Cancer Care Center... has long been famous!"
But despite the arguments, these two parties understood the probability of confidentiality. Director Lin personally oversaw Luohua, clearly not a place for them to mess around, "We are purely medical practitioners, just wanting to know a bit more detail; we have all signed confidentiality agreements."
Beauty Lin knew clearly that this matter could not be restricted by a mere confidentiality agreement. Previously, Feng Jun also brought back valuable items, and experts asked tons of questions, but those weren’t merely experts; they belonged to the national defense science and industry system, different from the medical system.
However, with Luohua’s prominent reputation, the Cultural Town not only had a Cancer Care Center but also a Stroke Rehabilitation Center. Before the medical system, it couldn’t be concealed at all. Beauty Lin used to intercept health system experts at Luohua’s mountain gate more than once.
So, she could only answer helplessly, "Since everyone knows about the confidentiality probability, I won’t say more. Whether your guesses are right or wrong, just comply with the probability."
"Your statement has a problem with logic," an elderly gentleman from Zhengyang spoke up. "If we didn’t know who did it, emphasizing the confidentiality probability is necessary, but since we already know the target, there’s no more mystery..."
"Meanwhile, our eligibility to sign a confidentiality agreement demonstrates our trustworthiness; it’s just a lower level of classification in this matter. When we have a clear target, keeping it confidential is just secrecy for the sake of secrecy... This approach is problematic."
Truly, he is a veteran, daring to speak his mind. There’s reason in his words, but younger people wouldn’t dare talk to Beauty Lin like that... going to reason with such a unit?
They only talk about probabilities!
In fact, Beauty Lin had no words for his rebuttal; he raised a public doubt rather than whispering in secret, which is allowed by rules, but generally, younger folks wouldn’t take such a risk.
Ultimately, it was her superior who made the decision, "Alright, since everyone knows, Director Lin should just explain."
"You can ask now, I’ll say what I can, and what I cannot say, I won’t," Beauty Lin responded coldly.
The people of Chuanshu were quite bold—perhaps related to their accessing via Yang Yuxin’s connections, "Could we visit Luohua?"
"As long as you can get in through official channels," Beauty Lin replied straightforwardly, "but that’s impossible."
The people from Zhengyang were much more realistic; they knew how difficult it was to enter Luohua.
Thus, they chose a very professional question, "If the wound’s connective tissue self-healing is not timely controlled, limb regeneration cannot be achieved... this assertion is puzzling. Is this a prophetic deduction, or has limb regeneration been achieved?"
Beauty Lin shook her head, "I don’t know the specific situation, but I can confirm it’s not prophetic... at most, it’s quite challenging."
The representatives from Military Medical University asked, "Fast Healing Soaking Solution, bones fully heal in 15 days, is there a product?"
Beauty Lin pondered for a long time, then answered, "I’m not sure about this, it might take some time."
"What?" The representatives from Chuanshu couldn’t help but exclaim, "Does that mean it’s possibly real?"
"We have obtained some equipment and medicine," Beauty Lin decided to be startling with her words. She persisted in confidentiality, but her superior wanted to be accommodating, so why even bother at this point? "But the identification work will take a long time."
All three parties jointly expressed, "We can send personnel to assist and test."
Beauty Lin gave them a cold look, her cherry lips slightly parted, "I don’t even have that qualification."
While they were talking, suddenly someone rushed in from outside, "Teacher Guan, phone call."
During the discussion about this matter, due to confidentiality probability, mobile phones weren’t allowed. A student of Professor Guan from Chuanshu came rushing in with his teacher’s mobile phone.
Professor Guan, at 58, was still considered young among experts, with a relatively active mind, but his competence was indisputable.
He walked out and answered the phone for two minutes, then hurriedly returned, shouting at Beauty Lin, "Can nanobots clear thrombi?"
Beauty Lin looked at him curiously, "I’m not a doctor, you ask me this, I wouldn’t know."
"Director Lin, you must help," Professor Guan kept bowing his hands, "My relative suddenly had a stroke."
"Stroke, why not consult first?" The experts from the affiliated hospital of the Military Medical University asked curiously, "Isn’t that a major problem? Even if the age is advanced, surgery is not possible, but thrombectomy can be done, don’t worry."
All present were experts. A stroke sounds scary, but they saw countless patients daily and knew that a stroke wasn’t really a problem; the rehabilitation and sequelae of a stroke were the real issues.
Thrombectomy and surgery were measures of last resort. Generally, if discovered and treated promptly, and the thrombolysis is effective, there wouldn’t be much in terms of sequelae.
Professor Guan’s lips twitched a bit, "The stroke happened to my little aunt; she is 88 years old... she supported me through college."
The last sentence was part of Professor Guan’s emotions, not the symptom, which everyone directly ignored, but the earlier words were sufficient—an 88-year-old stroke... six words already made the point clear.
At that age, the blood vessels are prone to atrophy, harden, and calcify. After a stroke, only thrombolysis is possible; craniotomy and thrombectomy are very risky, but thrombolysis, while time-sensitive, also has side effects on the body.
"How long has it been since the stroke?" an expert from Zhengyang asked, "Is there a history of diabetes or the like?"
In this context, a history of diabetes does not specifically refer to diabetes, but with a history of diabetes, the blood vessels become problematic, increasing the risks of thrombolysis, a factor to consider in the operation—even thrombectomy frowns on diabetes.
"She already had a cerebral apoplexy once," Professor Guan spoke with a grim face, "It’s at least three hours to get her to our hospital... by the time she arrived, it was already seven hours; no one dared perform thrombolysis."
Seven hours had passed beyond the best time window for thrombolysis, and an 88-year-old elderly... only conservative treatment could be offered.
The logic in these statements could only be understood by doctors, of course, Beauty Lin did not, and she looked around, lightly coughed, found no one paid attention to her, and decisively said, "Since there are pressing matters, I’ll leave first. Talk later."
"Wait," Professor Guan called out loudly, "I saw nanobots that could be injected intravenously in your manual."
"I saw that too, so what?" Beauty Lin spread her hands, genuinely not understanding these matters, "Nanobots that can be injected intravenously are meant for repairing organs, right?"
"That’s where you’re truly mistaken," Professor Guan wasn’t a critical person, but at crucial moments, he couldn’t tolerate some elementary misconceptions, "Nanobots that can be injected into muscles, not only can they repair organs, but theoretically, they can also address thrombus issues."
"I really don’t understand," acknowledged Beauty Lin, humbly admitting her lack of medical knowledge. "Not understanding isn’t shameful," but she could sense the other’s emotional instability, "Teacher Guan, don’t worry, I can check into this for you."
"I can’t not worry," Teacher Guan’s emotion showed visible agitation, "My little aunt did so much for me; I must apply for these nanobots... The current medical techniques can’t solve her problem effectively."
Does applying mean you are guaranteed to get it? Beauty Lin felt a bit helpless inside, but she couldn’t say that at this moment, "I’ll try to check as soon as possible if there’s similar equipment available, Teacher Guan... shouldn’t you go back and have a look?"
"I don’t need to go back," Professor Guan shook his head, answering irritably, "I have a senior brother who’s an expert in this field, much more capable than I am, and I’ve already informed him... but I feel he might not be able to solve this issue."
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