Surgery Godfather

After Adams' pre-experiment examination results came out, there were no contraindications, and he could participate in the volunteer experiment. The long-awaited experimental treatment could finally begin.

He was very excited and hopeful, anticipating that sci-fi scenario.

As the subject of the pioneering experiment, Yang Ping would personally introduce him to the detailed procedure.

In the Meeting Room at the International Medical Center, Adams once again met Yang Ping, the doctor who gave him hope for survival. After reading his papers, Adams admired Yang Ping even more; his theories were truly magical, like treatment methods from the future.

Yang Ping noticed that Adams was visibly nervous and comforted him: "You don't need to be nervous, try to relax, our new therapy is very simple, just consider it as a normal intravenous infusion. Apart from a very few who may experience mild symptoms like fever, most people don't feel uncomfortable. Of course, as a therapy that's just beginning clinical trials, my description might be a bit inaccurate, this is not experimental statistical data, our sample size is currently too small; it's based on experience accumulated from patients already treated."

Adams impatiently nodded. Right now he couldn't listen to anything, or no matter what he heard, he would agree. No issue would become an obstacle for him to participate in the experiment.

"According to the experiment procedure, we need to sign an informed consent form for the experiment's ethics and risks. Here are Chinese and English versions, you can choose either one." After Yang Ping finished speaking, Song Zimo presented two printed informed consent forms in front of Adams.

He surprisingly reached for the Chinese version and signed his Chinese name on it, and Song Zimo couldn't immediately discern what his Chinese name was.

Obviously, this was not legal. Song Zimo said: "You still need to, you need to present your passport, and the signed name must match the one on your passport."

Passport?

Adams fumbled to take out his passport, and Song Zimo took a look: "You need to sign with the name on your passport, in your native language, English; both documents need to be signed. After signing, you'll have to provide a handprint."

The Chinese characters he signed were a name he had given himself over these past few days, making that document invalid. Song Zimo took out another for him, and he earnestly signed his full English name on both informed consent forms.

Actually, for foreigners, preparing two informed consents is reasonable. The Chinese informed consent is not superfluous; even if he doesn't understand Chinese, he can compare it, and he can take a photo of the Chinese informed consent to send to a lawyer he trusts.

This was a regulation made by Tang Shun because, in Tang Shun's view, the precision of expression in the Chinese informed consent is actually stronger than in English. It is more precise than English, and in case of any disputes with the English informed consent, the Chinese one can be presented to avoid some possible ambiguities.

Most people might think there are more ambiguities in Chinese than in English, but in legal texts, in many situations, Chinese ambiguities are fewer than in English.

"Do you need assistance from your own lawyer? If not, we can provide services in this area. The entire process will be recorded and videotaped, ensuring traceability." Song Zimo said.

Adams shook his head, I accept all the terms. He read the English version of the agreement and then signed it without hesitation.

"Stay relaxed and get enough sleep; being too nervous can cause your heart rate to accelerate, which could delay the experiment." Yang Ping instructed him.

Adams nodded: "Rest assured, I can do whatever it takes. I plan to go to bed after dinner at seven tonight and sleep until seven tomorrow morning. Twelve hours of sleep should be sufficient."

After signing the informed consent form, Adams was extremely excited. He clenched his fist tightly as if he had won the lottery, it was truly exhilarating.

From Yang Ping's papers, he saw that direct treatment applied to patients was very successful, completely controlling the illness, and showing prospects of a cure.

He returned to the ward, and due to excessive excitement, his heart now looped with thumping beats like it could jump out of his chest. He knew this was caused by over-excitement, and fearing a problem, he immediately called for the nurse.

The nurse came and measured his blood pressure and heart rate; his heart rate was too fast, reaching 110 beats per minute, and his blood pressure also increased, 162/mmHg. This morning's measurements were quite normal, so how could it be so high now, the nurse wondered.

Adams understood that this was due to excitement, but he couldn't stop this excitement.

"Nurse, will this condition affect my participation in the experiment?" Adams asked anxiously.

The nurse said: "If this condition doesn't improve by tomorrow morning, the experiment will be forced to be postponed."

Upon hearing this, Adams became even more anxious, and due to this anxiety, his heart rate increased, becoming a vicious cycle: "Nurse, can tomorrow's experiment proceed as planned? I am just nervous; can you refrain from recording the data you just measured, and measure again after I take a rest? I assure you, I can return to normal."

Of course, the nurse couldn't do that; any clinical measurement data needed to be truthfully recorded in the nursing records, even if it was caused by nervousness, and they are later normal. She still needed to record it.

Because the experiment involved, the nurse immediately called another nurse to measure; the two sets of data could cross-verify. After the second nurse measured, the data was still the same, even slightly higher than the previous measurement.