Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 142 Is this diabetic foot?

In November, Yishi gradually turns cool, with a chilly river breeze.

Guo Ziyuan stood in front of the mirror in his rented room, fiddling with his newly bought trench coat. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt particularly unfamiliar.

Although Guo Ziyuan was not short of money after working for many years in his previous life, he was still reluctant to buy the outfits that his advisor had made for him.

The young man in the mirror was still very young, with a angular but immature face.

His eyes were bright and his pupils were as black as ink.

With his tall stature, he wore a light ink-colored trench coat, which made him look exceptionally cool and handsome.

"Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse!" Guo Ziyuan could only sigh.

Before putting on the clothes, he looked at the price tag, and the nearly five-figure price made Guo Ziyuan have to back down for the time being.

These are not clothes that I can afford on a daily basis.

After changing out of the jacket and into his own high-quality replica crocodile coat and plaid shirt, Guo Ziyuan went out again.

The emergency room break room has no windows, so there's no chance to enjoy the sunrise.

Guo Ziyuan, who arrived early, still made himself a cup of hot tea, and then ate breakfast while watching a movie.

Today, Guo Ziyuan chose to eat rice noodles.

The noodles are round, and the soup is beef bone broth. After soaking in the broth, a mouthful of broth bursts out in your mouth.

The sensation of this bite is something everyone who eats it will enjoy.

Guo Ziyuan's face was filled with happiness: "This is life, not just getting by!"

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and Liu Lingli walked in from outside.

Today, Liu Lingli wore a light red wool coat. After entering the room, she took off the coat, revealing a high-necked cashmere sweater that accentuated her slender figure.

Liu Lingli brought breakfast: "Dr. Guo, you're here so early."

"Yes, two more patients will be coming in today to have their dressings changed."

"I was worried that the normal working hours would affect the emergency room's reception, so I asked them to come around 7 a.m.," Guo Ziyuan said while drinking soup.

After saying that, he took another big gulp, making a slurping sound.

Guo Ziyuan's eating habits made Liu Lingli's mouth water: "Dr. Guo, is this noodle soup delicious?"

"To be honest, the noodles were just average, but their soup was delicious."

Guo Ziyuan put down the disposable packaging box: "I suggest you give it a try if you have time."

Liu Lingli had already sat down, opening her light purple lunchbox as she said, "Dr. Guo, Director Zhou and the others said that you only need to be in charge of the emergency room."

"Changing dressings for diabetic foot is not within our department's scope of service."

"Dr. Guo, you don't need to overwork yourself."

Liu Lingli knew that the patient Guo Ziyuan was talking about must be a diabetic foot ulcer patient.

They have a dressing room in the outpatient building to treat wounds.

Simply changing dressings doesn't make much money; no department expects to "earn performance bonuses" by changing dressings.

"It's just a quick thing—not tiring at all." Guo Ziyuan began tidying up his desk.

After covering all the trash cans and throwing them into the trash can, Guo Ziyuan made himself a cup of hot tea.

That feels so good.

"Lingli, you eat first, I'm going to the control room." Guo Ziyuan got up and picked up his work clothes.

"Okay, Dr. Guo, I'll come back to help you after I finish eating." Liu Lingli was hungry.

She could have eaten breakfast at home, but she chose to bring it so she could share it with Guo Ziyuan.

Even if we can't share breakfast, we can still share the joy of eating breakfast together.

However, Guo Ziyuan seems to have been too busy these past two days.

Operations room 3 was located diagonally opposite the break room. After Guo Ziyuan left, he went into the operations room first and prepared two dressing kits.

After putting on disposable examination gloves, Guo Ziyuan stepped out of the control room: "Wang Hongsheng, is Wang Hongsheng here?"

Wang Hongsheng waited outside the operating room, but there were too many white coats at Yizhong Central Hospital, and he didn't recognize Guo Ziyuan when Guo Ziyuan came out of the rest room.

Hearing the voice, he quickly stood up: "Dr. Guo, I'm here."

"Give me your card first, I need to write you a doctor's prescription. I can only change your dressing after you pay the bill."

"Otherwise, the head nurse will scold me."

"We don't usually handle changing dressings here," Guo Ziyuan explained with a smile.

It is said that helping is a favor, and not helping is one's right.

Since Guo Ziyuan has chosen to help, he will also say some nice things to avoid other troubles.

"Okay, okay, Dr. Guo, thank you."

"It's mainly because you change the dressing better than everyone else; otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered you here."

"You've already done me a huge favor by agreeing to change my dressing. I promise I won't cause you any further trouble." Wang Hongsheng quickly handed over his outpatient card.

"Dr. Guo, you've arrived—it's me, Chen Qiangwei."

"Could you also write down my dressing change instructions?" Another woman stood up and handed over her medical card.

After collecting the two patients' medical cards, Guo Ziyuan put them into the computer in the lounge.

Register for a free follow-up appointment and get a prescription for changing medication.

After instructing the two men to pay the fees, he first called Wang Hongsheng into the control room.

Changing the dressing is not considered surgery, so no consultation or signature is required.

Guo Ziyuan's memory is not bad. After seeing Wang Hongsheng's wound, he frowned slightly: "Wang Hongsheng, if I remember correctly, your wound last time didn't have this much mucus."

Wang Hongsheng laughed sheepishly, "When I went back this time, my feet didn't hurt as much, so I hugged my grandson a few times—"

Guo Ziyuan knew that if Wang Hongsheng hadn't had any special experiences, even if he hadn't changed the dressing himself, the wound wouldn't have deteriorated to this extent.

"You have a plantar ulcer, which means you can't put weight on it."

"If you're still carrying your grandson while walking, then there's no point in changing your dressing, is there?" Guo Ziyuan paused slightly and looked up.

Patients with poor medical compliance are beyond help, even a miracle doctor wouldn't be able to help them.

Wang Hongsheng immediately said, "Dr. Guo, it won't happen again next time, I promise it will never happen again."

"Mainly, this is a chronic illness that can't be cured, so I just want to hug as much as I can."

Guo Ziyuan warned, "It won't get better, but we can't let it get worse either."

"You should know what will happen once it gets worse, right?"

Wang Hongsheng nodded, his expression turning cold: "No, Dr. Guo."

Wang Hongsheng is not very old, only in his fifties.

He was still clear-headed about not being able to help his son with anything, the inconvenience after the amputation, and the trouble he would cause his son.

Guo Ziyuan stopped talking and bent down to begin changing the dressing and cleaning the wound.

Twenty minutes later, another woman named Chen Qiangwei entered the room.

Guo Ziyuan was stunned for a moment after removing the cotton pad and gauze covering Chen Qiangwei's foot ulcer.

Guo Ziyuan has a good memory. If he remembers correctly, the last time he changed Chen Qiangwei's dressing, Chen Qiangwei's ulcer was at least 3cm in size.

But now, it has shrunk to two centimeters, and the depth has also improved a lot.

"Dr. Guo, is my wound healing well?"

"The doctors in the dressing room all said that my ulcer is much better than before —" Chen Qiangwei was still thinking about the possibility that the ulcer could heal.

Guo Ziyuan nodded: "It does look much better. You must have taken good care of it, right?"

"I dared not move around at all, and I actively changed the dressings each time."

"However, it seems that my wound hasn't improved much since you stopped being in the dressing room, Dr. Guo."

"That's why I asked around and found out that you, Dr. Guo, are in the emergency department."

"Dr. Guo, is there really no chance for diabetic foot ulcers to heal?" Chen Qiangwei was only in her thirties, and she had put on makeup before going out today.

His eyes were clear, and they held a pleading look.

She hoped that Guo Ziyuan wouldn't extinguish all the hope in her heart.

"Perhaps I'm not very knowledgeable, because I haven't heard of a perfect cure for diabetic foot ulcers!"

"If you're really interested in treatment, you could go to big cities like Wuhan, Shanghai, or Kyoto to take a look," Guo Ziyuan suggested while rinsing.

Chen Qiangwei smiled and said, "Dr. Guo, aren't you also a doctor at a major hospital in Wuhan?"

"The doctor in the dressing room said that you are a doctor from the Provincial People's Hospital."

Hubei Provincial People's Hospital is quite famous throughout Hubei Province, though it is certainly not as famous as Tongji and Xiehe Hospitals.

But this is Yishi.

In the eyes of the people of Yishi, Hubei Provincial People's Hospital remains a medical authority!

Guo Ziyuan thought about it carefully and said, "Then you can go to the outpatient department of the Provincial People's Hospital and try to find my teacher, Professor Ding Xianqi."

Chen Qiangwei's eyes lit up instantly: "Dr. Guo, can your teacher, Professor Ding, treat this disease?"

"Not yet. We're currently just doing research in this area, but there will be opportunities in the future," Guo Ziyuan said, not giving a definitive answer.

"When exactly will it be?" Chen Qiangwei hoped Guo Ziyuan could give her a precise time.

Guo Ziyuan smiled and said, "That will be at least after the New Year, it can't be tomorrow or the day after."

"Research is not that easy; we are still conducting animal trials."

"If you need to undergo treatment later, it may still be in the clinical trial stage."

Without hesitation, Chen Qiangwei said, "Dr. Guo, I am willing to participate in the clinical trial."

"This is an experiment your teacher conducted, and I'm willing to believe it."

Hearing is unreliable, seeing is believing!

The reason my ulcers have improved compared to before is because of Guo Ziyuan.

Chen Qiangwei was able to confirm this because she did not develop the ulcer today.

Before Guo Ziyuan changed her dressing, and after Guo Ziyuan stopped changing her dressing, the ulcer was basically just stable.

Only during the treatment and procedures performed by Guo Ziyuan did the ulcer show signs of improvement.

Guo Ziyuan looked up and gave a very sincere smile and look in his eyes: "I thank you for your trust, but it will take time to prove everything."

"Dr. Guo, your skills are truly excellent."

"Actually, many fellow patients have been asking me who made my ulcers better."

"I was afraid of bothering you, so I didn't tell them you were in the emergency room," Chen Qiangwei said.

The types of illnesses among patients in the patient support group are relatively clustered.

Chen Qiangwei once shared her ulcer wound in a patient support group, so many people asked her how she did it.

Not black, not smelly, not oozing fluid —

This is the state that so many diabetic foot ulcer patients dream of.

"I'm temporarily in charge of emergency room patients. I'm here to learn, so I really don't have much time to change dressings."

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"Thank you for your understanding."

"You can go to the Provincial People's Hospital and ask Professor Ding Xianqi about the progress," Guo Ziyuan gave Chen Qiangwei as a backup plan.

"Thank you, Dr. Guo. If my ulcer can really be cured, you will be my benefactor."

"I will definitely thank you properly," Chen Qiangwei replied sincerely.

She's still young, only in her thirties, and she really doesn't want to have her leg amputated!

She now deeply regrets not controlling her sugar intake properly before.

Guo Ziyuan had just finished changing the dressing, tidied up the operating room, and washed his hands before returning to the rest room to rest.

It's only 7:43, and there are still 17 minutes before Guo Ziyuan officially takes over the control room.

Guo Ziyuan's dream is to not work overtime, or at least only work the overtime he wants.

Liu Lingli had already finished breakfast and washed the dishes, and was now lazily scrolling through Weibo.

When Guo Ziyuan pushed open the door and entered, she nervously glanced at the time, then looked up, her face looking rather simple and honest as she squinted her eyes: "Dr. Guo, it's still early."

"It's still early, I've already come here to rest." Guo Ziyuan sat down and took out his phone.

He felt his phone vibrating continuously while he was changing his dressing.

This must be a message bombardment in some group.

After Guo Ziyuan turned on his phone, he indeed saw several unread messages in the WeChat chat group containing Ding Xianqi, An Yue, and Huang Zhao, the advisor.

Guo Ziyuan pulled it to the top because Anyue shared a photo of ulcers on 2603 domestic rabbits!

The group chat was buzzing with activity.

Mo Kaiyao: "Xiao An, is this really the same animal model of diabetic foot ulcers we saw before?"

"You didn't just catch a new rabbit and re-number it, did you?"

Huang Zhao: "The ulcer is healing very well. The soft tissue is basically healed, with only skin defects remaining."

"This level of skin damage can be easily handled by a hand surgeon."

Ding Xianqi: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao An."

An Yue replied to each one: "@Mo Kaiyao, Professor Mo, this is test subject number 2603. I have detailed photos of the wound healing every day."

"@Huang Zhao: Professor Huang, the skin defects caused by ulcers are something we cannot treat directly; we can only seek help from minimally invasive skin grafting surgery."

"@Ding Xianqi: Teacher Ding, I just arrived a little while ago too."

"This is the recovery status of the test subject No. 2902 that you operated on last time."

"/picture."

Ding Xianqi: "Xiao An, why don't you delete the photos above?"

An Yue: "Okay, Professor Ding. I've already deleted it."

""

Ding Xianqi: "————"

Guo Ziyuan:

What's the point of deleting it on your own phone?

It's really necessary for WeChat to introduce a message recall function!

Huang Zhao: "Based on the experimental data we have so far, it is possible to cure diabetic foot ulcers, but it requires very good local puncture and drug delivery techniques."

"If the puncture and drug delivery technique is not up to standard, the ulcer will heal very slowly."

"But we can also expect that once the growth factors are purified in the future, it will be possible to promote the healing of patients' ulcers without relying on individual puncture techniques."

"This will have wider applicability."

Guo Ziyuan also replied in the group chat at the right time: "Thank you for your hard work, teachers."

As soon as Guo Ziyuan showed up, Ding Xianqi tagged him separately: "Guo Ziyuan, you should also visit the lab often."

"It's always Xiao An who reports the data, what about you?"

Guo Ziyuan never expected that he would be provoked into a fight by Ding Xianqi.

But Ding Xianqi was immediately retaliated against.

Huang Zhao @ Ding Xianqi: "Diabetic foot ulcers have existed for hundreds of years, what about you?"

Huang Zhao abruptly ended the busy chat group conversation, and there was no further discussion.

Guo Ziyuan felt exceptionally happy at that moment.

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