Back in 2002 as a doctor

"Not naive." Huang Lao smiled, "That's your opinion, Charles. In my opinion, this should and must be done. Zhou Congwen is right, this is a profession."

"Letting those guys not use the 501K process to make money is like keeping the princess from getting pregnant. Do you think it's possible?" Charles Koch looked at Huang Lao and asked jokingly.

"Of course it's impossible." Elder Huang smiled, "But I'm like the kid who said the emperor didn't wear clothes, telling the truth that they will have some different ideas when they do things in the future, and that's enough gone."

"You have always been a very simple person, and you know the upper limit of your ability."

"It's better to keep it simple. I have to think more about the operation." Huang Lao pointed to his head and said to Charles Koch.

"Hopefully you'll stay healthy until I get sick next time."

"Your body is very good. I will read the annual physical examination report." Huang Lao said, "For you, the operation 23 years ago has been completely accepted by your body, and there is no abnormality."

"When I was young, I thought that I was the son of light in this world, forever young, healthy, full of vitality, and enjoying all the good things. But as I got older, I was more afraid of death."

"Diseases always exist, this is an objective law, unless you can find out substances that do not have strong interactions." Huang Lao said with a smile, "I also hope that you can live longer. Among your group, you are better than Jia Gee's guys are much more interesting."

"Cargill? I don't like them either." Charles Koch said, "I still have a lot to do, so I want to stay healthy."

"Yes." Huang Lao said, "What are you doing?"

"Through your attack on the 501K process, see if you can use this as a bargaining chip to acquire some assets. For example, DuPont's business, such as Philips' business."

Charles Koch did not hide his true intentions, and Mr. Huang was not surprised either. Everyone understands each other very well, and there is no need to explain some things too clearly.

Mr. Huang stirred up such a big storm, if Charles Koch didn't pick up the plane and do something, it would be a ghost.

"Huang, tell me what you think." Charles Koch said, "I must know what you can do before I can do it."

"I thought so."

Mr. Huang began to talk about his idea of ​​attacking the 501K process.

Zhou Congwen silently watched Charles Koch chatting with his boss, like two bad old men talking about where to go fishing tomorrow and which has more fish.

The truth of this world is always so real, and the boss is full of idealism, launching a charge against the ugly darkness time and time again.

As for success or failure, the boss doesn't seem to think too much about it.

Zhou Congwen didn't know how much energy was contained in his boss's body, so that he was able to do so many things at an octogenarian age.

I couldn't even do it in my previous life, but the boss is really mighty.

Along the way, Mr. Huang talked with Charles Koch about his overall concept.

Charles Koch's response was also very precise, limiting the 501K process as much as possible on the basis of Koch's industrial benefits.

But to completely plug this loophole, even Charles Koch, a behind-the-scenes boss, can't guarantee it.

His promise is enough, Mr. Huang is very content.

After flying for a long time, Charles Koch and Huang Lao embraced and said goodbye when they returned to the Imperial Capital Airport.

Before leaving, Charles Koch and Zhou Congwen said, "Young man, this year you and Huang will come to my manor as guests."

Chapter 1507 Can't Hold a Knife

Zhou Congwen accompanied his boss back to the imperial capital, and Deng Ming greeted him at the airport with several professors, the dean and vice dean of 912.

"Boss, it's hard work." Deng Ming supported the boss with a smile.

Mr. Huang waved his hand, indicating no need, and walked forward with his hands behind his back, "I'm not tired."

"Ha ha."

"Zhou Congwen does a lot of things." Huang Lao said again.

Deng Ming glanced at Zhou Congwen.

"Dean Deng, the boss is still in good health." Zhou Congwen said.

After a few simple words, Zhou Congwen said nothing more.The relationship between him and Deng Ming is a little bit complicated, but it is true of many things.

After leaving the airport, a car parked beside Deng Ming's car.

Deng Ming frowned, "Boss, this seems to be Director Miao's car."

Just as he was talking, Director Miao got out of the car.

"Mr. Huang, Professor Zhou, congratulations." Director Miao said as he got out of the car and walked towards Mr. Huang.

It's just that his footsteps are a little vain, and his hands are constantly trembling unconsciously.

Huang Lao was a little surprised, he looked at Director Miao repeatedly, and stretched out his hand to be with Director Miao's hand.

When shaking hands, Huang Lao's right thumb landed on Director Miao's radial artery.

"Mr. Huang, I just heard that you and Professor Zhou returned in triumph. You must have a lot of business tomorrow, so I rushed to the airport to pick you up. You are a successor, and I am happy for you." Director Miao said respectfully and politely.

"How long has it been?" Huang Lao asked without thinking.

"Old man." Director Miao sighed, "Old Huang, I really envy you."

He didn't answer Huang Lao's question, but sighed deeply, and said with a complicated expression, "When we got together to drink, we always said that your work, rest and diet are like an ascetic monk. But you see, I'm only over 50 Dot, that's it."

"How long has it been?" Huang Lao looked into Director Miao's eyes and asked the same question again.

"Less than a month." Director Miao sighed, "don't talk about me, don't talk about me, I'm no longer useful. Mr. Huang, I knew that you would be fine if you got involved. Professor Zhou, you are really lucky ah!"

Director Miao said with emotion.

"Have you checked it?" The conversation between Huang Lao and Director Miao was very strange.

Mr. Huang was concerned about Director Miao's symptoms, but Director Miao was congratulating Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen for being number one in the world.

What the two said was not right with the lips of the donkey.

"Old Huang, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm just old." Director Miao said sadly.

"Are you kidding me?" Mr. Huang let go of Director Miao's hand, and said disdainfully, "I'm already 81, and I'm [-], and I'm still one year old. I'm not like you. You tell me you're old?"

"Old Huang, how can I live as healthy as you?" Director Miao said, "If I want to go back now, it's too late."

He said, a little sad.

"How did you diagnose it?" Elder Huang asked.

"Parkinson."

"It's the film, I'll take a look." Huang Lao frowned.

If it's really Parkinson's, there's no cure.

"Huang Lao, don't talk about my business today." Director Miao avoided Huang Lao's question.

Concealing diseases and avoiding doctors, this is the situation of many patients, and Zhou Congwen is very clear about what Director Miao thinks in his mind - the diagnosis of Parkinson's disease must be given by the big bosses of the Department of Neurology in the Imperial Capital.

There is no cure for this disease, and it is useless to talk more, so Director Miao has been evading his boss's questioning all the time.

Is it really Parkinson?Zhou Congwen looked at Director Miao carefully, with the same eyes as his own boss.

Director Miao moved slowly, his muscles were stiff, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Although Director Miao's hand tremors were not serious, it was obvious to Zhou Congwen who was doing the microsurgery.

Just looking at his symptoms, it is undoubtedly Parkinson's.

"Everything has been checked." Huang Lao turned his back and didn't get into Deng Ming's car, but directly got into Director Miao's car.

"Mr. Huang, all the checks that should be done have been done." Director Miao was a little embarrassed. He came to greet Mr. Huang today not to seek medical treatment for Mr. Huang, but simply to congratulate Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen as a cardiothoracic surgery expert. .

This kind of opportunity should be the last time, Director Miao knew very well.What is waiting for me is to find a beautiful place to retire.The climate in the imperial capital is not very friendly to the elderly, and the smog is getting heavier. Director Miao has already planned his retreat.

But Mr. Huang kept asking, Director Miao could only answer honestly.

"Where is the report?" Elder Huang asked.

"In my office."

"Go directly to your place, don't rush home." Huang Lao said.

"Old Huang, I... oh." Director Miao sighed deeply, "I just regret it, if only I quit smoking and drinking like you in the morning. Movies and so on, it doesn't matter if you watch it or not Bar."

Although Mr. Huang still smoked and drank alcohol, the amount was very small, just to enjoy himself, and it cannot be said that Director Miao's statement is wrong.

"How does the film remind you?"

"T2WI showed multiple lacunar infarcts in the corona radiata on both sides, FLAIR showed white matter degeneration in the posterior horn of the right lateral ventricle, and magnetic resonance angiography showed no abnormalities." Director Miao said, "I still don't believe the diagnosis of Parkinson's. Another EEG was done."

"The EEG showed widespread mild with localized abnormalities, manifested as slowed alpha waves, sporadic to high-amplitude 3.0-5.0c/S slow waves or short-long-range rhythmic paroxysms in each leading gap on the left side; abnormal EEG topography , showing that the power of the δ frequency band in the left brain regions increased, and the power of the θ frequency band in the left frontotemporal region increased."

"It sounds like Parkinson's." Huang Lao's words were like a stone hitting Director Miao's heart.

"But at your age, don't you think Parkinson's is too early?"

"Well, there are always exceptions to everything." Director Miao said dejectedly, "I'll come and see you, old man. I'm going to apply for retirement after a while."

"Look at my hands shaking." Director Miao stretched out his hands, his hands trembling slightly in mid-air, and there seemed to be some rhythm.

"Old Huang, I can't hold the knife anymore." Director Miao said, his words were filled with tears, tears were in his eyes, and he was inexplicably sad.

For surgeons who have been operating for a lifetime, the operation has become a part of the body.

But because Parkinson can no longer go to the operating table, this is undoubtedly a kind of torture.

Director Miao has already been deprived of the qualifications for further surgery.

"Supposedly you shouldn't be at this age." Huang Lao shook his head, "Let's take a look and see."

For Mr. Huang's stubbornness, Director Miao did not stop him. This was the kindness of the old man.

Even if the wound is torn open, there is some pain, but I have to bear it.

"Old Huang, you won the world's first place with interventional surgery this year?" Director Miao changed the topic away from himself.

"What you said is like a joke." Huang Lao said.

Chapter 1508 Parkinson?Check blood calcium first

"..." Director Miao concluded.

"It's a hybrid surgery, not an interventional surgery." Huang Lao said, "Interventional surgery is too difficult and meaningless. Besides, it's a cardiothoracic surgery competition. How can you win the first place with interventional surgery?"

"Hybrid surgery?" Director Miao was taken aback, "How do you always do it?"

Zhou Congwen took over and explained the operation to Director Miao.

The operation itself is not difficult, and Director Miao will understand immediately after a brief introduction.This is a blind spot in thinking, and technically speaking, there is no difficulty.

If it is difficult, there are some - the difficulty lies in the need for the full cooperation of the cardiothoracic surgery department and the circulatory interventional department.

Ordinary hospitals do not have this condition at all, whether it is performing valve surgery or cardiac interventional surgery.

Director Miao was dumbfounded after hearing this, and looked at his hand sadly after a long silence.

"Old Huang, I really regret it." Director Miao said softly with his head lowered.

"Regret that you have been drinking too much?" Elder Huang asked.

"I……"

Director Miao just said a word, and tears fell on his slightly trembling hands.

Although Director Miao understood the operation and instinctively wanted to try it out, his current situation did not allow him to be on the operating table again.

Seeing a golden mountain in front of my eyes, but I took every step to it, it felt like a thousand arrows piercing my heart.

Mr. Huang didn't ridicule Director Miao, but raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I always feel that there is something wrong, so I'll go and watch the film first."

Director Miao's lips moved, but he didn't take away the old man's kindness.

When he came to Director Miao's office, he respectfully asked Mr. Huang to sit down, and stood next to Mr. Huang holding various materials.

What can Mr. Huang do if he looks at it? It's useless, Director Miao knows it in his heart.

"Click~" Zhou Congwen inserted the MRI film into the film reader.

Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen watched NMR together.

Deng Ming stood behind with a thermos cup in his hand and glanced, just as Director Miao said, the images on the film showed that Director Miao had an old cerebral infarction accompanied by degenerative white matter lesions.

It's indeed Parkinson's, do I need to take care of myself?Deng Ming was alert.

Director Miao was about the same age as himself.