Chen Qi stretched out two fingers.

Qi Zhiyi asked from the side: "Does this mean OK? Is it okay to be cured?"

Chen Qi rolled his eyes at him: "Idiot, I meant a 20% cure rate."

The doctors from the Second Hospital in the room all exclaimed: "Ah, is it so low?"

Chen Qi thought to himself that the nature of the pleural effusion has now been determined. Without radionuclide lymphangiography, CT, and X-ray lymphangiography, the location and cause of lymphatic obstruction and lymphatic overflow cannot be determined.

This treatment is like a blind man touching an elephant, which is good if it gives a 20% chance of cure.

According to Chen Qi's experience in his previous life, this newborn's chylothorax would not be cured at all without surgery to ligate the thoracic duct leaking lymph fluid.

Even if you drain all the pleural effusion every day, inject drugs, and provide nutritional support, the thoracic duct is always leaking, and the condition will only worsen as time goes by.

Just like a ship, if you don't plug the leaks, the ship will sink sooner or later.

But now that the dean of the Second Hospital wants to try it himself, he can't throw cold water on it, as that would make him appear ungraceful and have ulterior motives, so he can only keep his words in his heart.

"Then that's it for today, you guys take care of it first, then come to me if it doesn't work."

Dean Gai winked, and Director Lu and Qi Zhiyi immediately grabbed Chen Qi: "We invited experts to come for consultation and gave lectures for a long time. There is no reason to let you go back empty-handed."

Chen Qi chuckled: "Hey, there is a medical fee for Daqing, how much is it?"

Dean Gai smiled awkwardly:

"We are not those wealthy foreign investors who pay tens of thousands of dollars for a surgery. We are a socialist fraternal unit. In this case, I will treat you privately and let's go to the county guest house for a meal."

Chen Qi thought to himself that this old man was really stingy. He didn't go to Lanxiang Pavilion or Zhuangyuan Building to treat guests to a meal, but actually went to a guest house.

"Okay then, it's rare for Dean Gai to make a comeback. Today we will try to wipe out his salary for this month. Haha."

Dean Gai touched his pocket and started to feel a little worried...

In the ward.

Because the young patient had just had pleural effusion, his heart and lungs were no longer tightly compressed, so his breathing became more relaxed, which made his family members very happy.

Shen Lifen held her child in her arms and stayed up all night, monitoring her condition all the time.

The Second Hospital has also dispatched the strongest team of experts. Dean Gai personally leads the team, and Directors Lu Yue, Yao Jinjue, and Ge Xinliang conduct intensive rounds twice a day.

The next day, 100ml of pleural effusion was drained out, and the child's breathing was more stable than the previous day, which made the doctors at the Second Hospital very happy.

As a result, on the third day, 120ml of chylopleural effusion was induced in 24 hours, which was more than the previous day.

Director Yao was worried, but Dean Gai felt that the pleural effusion would probably reach a peak and then slowly decrease, so there was no need to worry.

On the fourth day, the volume of pleural effusion further increased to 150ml, which was not a good sign.

At the same time, the child's condition suddenly worsened, with shortness of breath, cyanosis, and obvious three concavities. A chest X-ray was performed urgently, and it was found that the left pleural effusion was full, the mediastinum was shifted to the right, and the right lung field was compressed and became smaller.

A shadow hangs over the expert team of the Second Academy of Sciences.

140ml/24h on the fifth day, slightly improved.

But on the sixth day, the pleural fluid extracted reached 200ml/24h, which was the highest value in the past week.

Moreover, the child began to have a high fever, refused to breastfeed, and the sound of breathing sounded like a broken bellows.
Chapter completed!