Chapter 4: No Hesitation in Seeking Medical Help

Since Feng Yuqin was hospitalized, Fang Nanguo visited the hospital every day but never inquired about the treatment, fearing that his words and actions might affect the medical team's normal decision-making. However, seeing Feng Yuqin's condition worsening day by day, Fang Nanguo could no longer sit still.

In the ward, a group of experts, upon hearing that the provincial party secretary was coming, involuntarily straightened their legs and stood there in silence, quietly waiting for Fang Nanguo's appearance.

Fang Nanguo was a man of decisive action. Less than a minute after being informed, he walked in, his dark square face adorned with thick eyebrows, resembling two sharp swords, giving him a very stern look.

Seeing Chen Gaofeng and the hospital experts, Fang Nanguo did not linger long, merely nodding his head, "Thank you all for your hard work!" Then, he extended a warm hand to Li Zhengkun, "Director Li, it's good to see you again. Thank you for coming all the way to Rongcheng to treat my wife. You've worked hard, you've worked hard!"

Even as a local leader, Fang Nanguo did not dare to be disrespectful to someone like Li Zhengkun, especially since his wife was currently lying in bed waiting for treatment.

Li Zhengkun did not put on airs this time and replied politely, "This is the duty of a doctor, it's part of my job, not hard work at all!"

Zeng Yi pondered in his heart, "Wow, the provincial party secretary is here in the ward. Could the patient lying in bed be the provincial party secretary's wife?"

Fang Nanguo quickly got to the point, "Director Li, do you have a conclusion about the condition?"

"After thorough examination and elimination, we can basically confirm that the patient has dysbiosis of the gut microbiota!" Li Zhengkun explained, "In simple terms, the ratio of microorganisms in the patient's intestines is out of balance, leading to a disruption of normal excretory function."

Fang Nanguo nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Professor Li's conclusion, "Is it treatable? Is there any effective treatment plan?"

"There is a method, which we believe is currently the best treatment plan, but..." Li Zhengkun deliberately paused here.

Fang Nanguo guessed a bit and encouraged him, "There's no need to be hesitant in seeking medical help. Director Li, feel free to speak your mind."

Although Li Zhengkun was not very fearful, he did not dare to treat Feng Yuqin like an ordinary patient. Before proposing the plan, he decided to lay some groundwork, "Let's use an analogy. If the patient's intestines are like soil, then the microorganisms are like grass growing on that soil. The patient's current situation is that all the grass has withered and died. The most direct solution is to sow seeds, to reseed the soil with grass seeds."

Fang Nanguo asked proactively, "Sowing? How exactly do you sow?"

Li Zhengkun hesitated for a moment and finally told the truth, "This method might be hard for the patient to accept because it involves infusing the patient's intestines with water containing healthy human feces to improve the 'dysbiosis' situation."

Fang Nanguo, who was usually calm, almost couldn't help but curse when he heard this plan. Putting someone else's excrement into the patient's body, what kind of ridiculous treatment plan was this! Could there be a more filthy and disgusting method? He couldn't even evaluate whether this was to save the patient or to humiliate them.

Does the patient's dignity still matter? Does the patient's respect still matter?

Sowing? Whose seeds are you sowing? A surge of anger rose to Fang Nanguo's head. If he were the one sick, who would dare to propose such a treatment plan? He would be the first to use it on them.

Feeling Fang Nanguo's anger, the room became eerily quiet. Zhang Renjie's back was drenched in cold sweat. Only Li Lao dared to speak the truth. If he had proposed this plan, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Li Zhengkun had long known this would be the situation. He had seen this many times. Some patients initially refused amputation, but in the end, they lost their lives. However, as a doctor, especially treating high-level leaders, he had no choice. He had to say what needed to be said, and whether to adopt it was up to the patient.

This was precisely Li Zhengkun's brilliance. If someone like Zheng Renjie hesitated, they might turn a minor illness into a major one, with even more severe consequences.

Fang Nanguo suppressed his anger, "Is there no better way?"

Li Zhengkun shook his head, "This is currently the best plan! The patient's condition is special, with strong drug resistance, and conventional treatments are ineffective. If other plans are used, the patient's physical condition cannot support them. Moreover, the situation is urgent. If we don't take immediate action, it could lead to more serious complications, with unimaginable consequences."

Fang Nanguo paced a few steps and calmed down. With his wife in critical condition, there was no time to be picky. Saving her was the priority, but he still felt uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Feng Yuqin's secretary had been standing in the reception room. Seeing that Fang Nanguo did not firmly oppose the plan, she pushed open the ward door and reported the experts' plan to Feng Yuqin.

Soon, a furious voice came from the room, "What kind of quack are you, seeking fame and fortune, a white-coated butcher! I refuse this plan!"

The term "white-coated butcher" was harsh. Li Zhengkun stood there awkwardly, extremely displeased. He had treated the Premier for many years and had never been treated this way.

The others dared not speak, not even breathe loudly. Everyone was waiting for Fang Nanguo's final decision, as he was the patient's husband and had the right to decide on the treatment plan.

For a moment, Fang Nanguo, the respected provincial party secretary, was also at a loss. He knew his wife's temper well. Once she refused, there would be no turning back. Treatment was definitely not possible this way, but if not this way, where could they find better experts and a better plan?

"The grass may be dead, but the problem may not be with the grass itself; it could be with the soil!"

At this moment, the room was eerily quiet. Suddenly, someone spoke from near the door, startling everyone. They all turned around and found that the speaker was wearing a white coat from the provincial hospital, but no one recognized him.

Zhang Renjie's hair stood on end, and he shouted in shock, "Who are you? How did you get in here!"

Zeng Yi did not want to draw attention, but he couldn't hold back. As a doctor, he had grown up with the concept of "a doctor's heart is like a parent's," empathizing with patients and thinking about their needs. This treatment plan, involving the infusion of fecal water, was extremely repulsive to him. This was not treating the patient but trampling on their dignity. Without dignity, where was the person's integrity?

Ordinary people still needed some dignity, let alone the wife of a provincial party secretary. This treatment plan was more humiliating than killing the patient.

Zeng Yi took two steps forward and said, "Can I share my thoughts?"

Shao Haibo's forehead was drenched in sweat. The moment Zeng Yi spoke up, he was stunned, his mind filled with only one thought: This time, he had caused a big trouble.

When he came to his senses, he, as the senior, tried to cover for his junior. He apologized to the circle of experts, "This is my junior, a new intern from the countryside who doesn't know much. Please don't take it personally." At the same time, he pushed Zeng Yi toward the door, knowing that if he didn't leave, things would not end well.

Zhang Renjie, upon hearing this, was furious that Shao Haibo had the audacity to bring an intern into the special ward. He pointed at Zeng Yi and shouted, "Who gave you the right to speak? Is this a place for you to be in! Get out of here right now!"

The other doctors also glared at him angrily. How dare a mere intern speak up in front of so many renowned experts?

They all began to scold him:

"Truly ignorant! How dare you doubt Li Lao's conclusion? He is a great authority in gastrointestinal diseases. How could his diagnosis be wrong?"

"Without even looking at the medical records, you dare to speak so boldly!"

"Problem with the soil? What problem? The biopsy report clearly states that the patient's intestines have no organic lesions. What problem?"

"None of these experts saw a problem, but you did. Do you think your level is higher than all of us?"

The experts' harsh words startled Fang Nanguo's bodyguards. They didn't expect an outsider to be mixed in with the doctors and quietly moved toward Zeng Yi.

"Let him speak, let him speak! Debate, debate, the more debate, the clearer the issue becomes!"

Li Zhengkun spoke up. Although he still maintained an authoritative demeanor, he was extremely angry. First, he was scolded by the patient, and then someone jumped out to question his conclusion, and this person was just an intern. This was unprecedented. His words became less pleasant, "The young man has courage! The doctoral students I usually bring just nod and agree with everything. This is not a pragmatic attitude! It seems I need to learn more from the doctors at your Nangjiang Provincial Hospital."

Zhang Renjie's face turned red with embarrassment. This was not praise but a sarcastic comment on his poor management and lack of authority, leading to his doctors having no discipline.

"Please don't take an intern's words seriously, Li Lao. He probably doesn't even know what debate means!" Zhang Renjie, sensing Li Lao's dissatisfaction, hurried to apologize.

After saying this, he glared at the culprit, Shao Haibo, and shouted, "Shao Haibo, what are you standing there for? Are you waiting for me to invite you to dinner? Make him disappear from here immediately! This is a serious lack of discipline and organization. Do you know where you are? From now on, you're not a director anymore. Report to the emergency room immediately!"

Zeng Yi was furious. He didn't expect his one sentence to cause so much trouble for his senior.

Shrugging off Shao Haibo, he turned around and pointed at Li Zhengkun, shouting, "Why can't the soil be the problem? Why is what he says always right? If his diagnosis is always correct, let him tell us what he's covering with his right hand!"

Li Zhengkun's right hand was habitually placed on his waist. Hearing this, his arm trembled and was pinned there, unable to move.