"Director, how can you know this kind of thing in advance?" Su Yun said with a smile: "Try your best to get it. Anyway, you have to do surgery to win or not. You won't be able to throw the tips surgery aside if you don't win the Nobel Prize.

Su Yun was talking nonsense, and Director Kong smiled when he saw that Zheng Ren did not answer his questions.

"Just work hard, let's talk about it if it is successful."

"Director, I think it's possible." Zheng Ren was silent for a few seconds and said seriously.

Su Yun was stunned for a moment.

This should be the first time my boss has made a clear judgment when facing the Nobel Prize technique, rather than the ambiguity and ambiguous words that the doctor uses the longest way.

"Oh?" Director Kong became interested.

"Something happened when I was carrying out the mission." Zheng Ren briefly explained the matter in the Alps Castle. "Combining the current attitude of Lanco Company and Dr. Mehal's persistence, I think the possibility has come from nothing."

"Boss, you're simply too optimistic."

"Didn't you hear Fuguier always talk about some gossip on Sweden?"

"I thought you weren't interested in gossip."

"I'm really not interested." Zheng Ren said: "But what I just said is not gossip, but an analysis of objective things."

"Hey, what are you talking about..." Before Su Yun could finish his words, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.

Zheng Ren was also helpless. He rarely had interpersonal relationships, so even though he reached this point, his social engagements gradually increased, but he did not make his clones unable to do anything.

What's wrong today?

He took out his cell phone, saw that it was Ling, and made a gesture, wanting to go out to answer the phone.

But as soon as he stood up, the knock on the door rang, and Linge hurriedly pushed the door open and came in.

"Director Lin, why are you so anxious?" Director Kong stood up and asked with a smile.

"Director Kong, are you busy?" Lin Ge hurriedly greeted Zheng Ren and looked at him.

This was when I heard the ringtone of my cell phone and found it directly in the sound. Zheng Ren hung up the phone, "Director Lin, is there anything wrong?"

"Boss Zheng, is it convenient for you?" Linge asked carefully.

"It's okay, you said."

"Do you know about Director Mao?" Linger closed the door and asked in a low voice.

"I know a little, what?"

"Director Mei came to the consultation and suggested symptomatic treatment. However, Director Mao's mother refused to take escitalopram's plan, saying that Maomao was depressed because of too much pressure in the hospital."

Linger said it was helpless.

He is now on the cusp of the storm, looking at the endless glory, and he is facing a lot of pressure, Zheng Ren knows.

"It happened that Dr. Lanther Payne of the National Institute of Mental Health recently had an exchange with the hospital at the Andynia Hospital, and the hospital had no choice but to invite him."

I asked people to come and asked American experts one after another. I guess the pressure in the hospital was also very high.

"What's the situation now?" Su Yun asked.

"Dr. Lanther Payne recommends fecal transplants to treat severe depression."

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

"That thing is really useful?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Director Mei said a few words, but was scolded by Maomao's mother, and went back in anger." Linge sighed and said.

"Director Lin, what is your purpose in coming to the boss so panic?" Su Yun asked.

"I... still worried." Linge said in a sigh.

This kind of entanglement, Zheng Ren could understand, was just a feeling, and it was hard to explain. He smiled and said, "I am not good at mental diagnosis and treatment."

Linge didn't know whether Boss Zheng was stating a fact or whether he didn't want to care.

"Featen transplantation? Treatment of depression?" Director Kong asked in surprise.

"Well." Zheng Ren nodded, "It is said that the microbiota is an environmental factor that can shape the brain through the microbiota-gut-brain axis, and mice whose microbial communities change usually exhibit depression-related behaviors."

"Can that work?" Director Kong was speechless.

Liver transplants, kidney transplants, etc. are still imaginable. Fecal transplants sound like head transplants, but they are not reliable when they sound.

"Transplantation of the intestinal microbiota of depressed patients into germ-based mice can lead to depressive behavior, and similarly, depressive behavior also occurs in mice treated with antibiotics," Su Yun said.

"I always think this study is unreliable. How to diagnose depression in mice has considerable subjective factors," said Zheng Ren.

"It seems like you have done an experiment." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Immature technology is best not to be used in clinical treatment." Zheng Ren did not argue with Su Yun, but stated a fact: "The fecal transplant project itself still has various risks."

"What is fecal transplant?" Director Kong asked in surprise.

He understands every word Boss Zheng said, but when he puts it together, he doesn't understand what it means.

According to the literal meaning, it may be a treatment method involving intestinal flora. But this treatment is actually related to depression, which is too strange.

Even a doctor who has been doing for many years will not have any diagnosis and treatment.

“Featen transplantation is a way to treat diseases by rebuilding the gut microbiota.”

Sure enough, as Director Kong guessed, Zheng Ren then said.

"The feces fluid from treated healthy people is poured into the intestines of patients. The operation process needs to be implemented through strict screening and experimental plans. In 1958, American doctors used feces to save dying patients, which is the earliest recorded case in the world."

"..." Director Kong found it hard to believe in the treatment of enema with feces.

This kind of thing is disgusting when you think about it.

"It's been found in traditional Chinese medicine for a long time, okay?" Su Yun said disdainfully, "How come you have prejudice against this treatment method."

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun and knew what he was thinking. He sighed and said, "Does Huanglong Decoction sound good? It sounds good, and you feel uncomfortable all over when you think about it. Besides, Ge Hong seems to be an alchemy, not a doctor. What is the so-called cramped feces juice? If you drink it for a few liters, it is called Huanglong Decoction. Chen Jiuzhe is the best..."

When Director Kong and other veterans on the battlefield heard Chen Jiuzhejia, they felt a little uncomfortable.

"There are also donkey arrows, squeezing juice, and taking it with heat, and setting a firm mind! Why don't you say this?"

"..." Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun helplessly, and knew what he meant by saying that.

There is a diagnosis of Director Mao’s disease, which is becoming more and more troublesome now. No one knows what it will become in the future. It is better not to care about the disease in your own department, and it is best to leave it to relevant experts for the safest.

"There are also records in the Compendium of Materia Medica." Su Yun continued.

"But that..."
Chapter completed!