After Fang Le hung up the phone, Cheng Yunxing asked curiously.
"When you encounter a difficult patient, come to me for consultation."
Fang Le said smoothly.
"Is he really consulting you about the patient's condition?"
Cheng Yunxing couldn't believe it.
When Fang Le answered the phone, Cheng Yunxing didn't leave. He just stood by the side, like a curious baby. Cheng Yunxing also listened to the general conversation between Fang Le and Cheng Zaiming. Cheng Yunxing could not hear clearly from Cheng Zaiming's side, but Fang Le's side
Cheng Yunxing could still hear clearly.
But Cheng Yunxing couldn't believe that his father specially called Fang Le to consult about the patient's treatment.
His father is the deputy director and chief physician of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Xijing Hospital and a senior doctor who has been practicing medicine for almost 30 years. He actually asked Fang Le for consultation. Is Fang Le really better than his father?
"Stop muttering over there and come over for dinner."
Liu Mingxia urged over there.
"Eat, eat."
Fang Le walked towards the dining table with a smile: "Looking at the food cooked by auntie, I don't have time to chat with you."
"Flattery."
Cheng Yunxing couldn't help but laugh and curse, and walked to the dining table, but he didn't have much appetite for eating, and he was as curious as a cat's paw.
"What kind of illness caused his father to consult Fang Le?"
Cheng Yunxing had been in the hospital in the afternoon, and he probably knew that there was a rather difficult patient in the emergency department. It seemed to be an infectious disease. The patient was Wang Pumin, an associate professor at the Military Medical University.
Could it be Professor Wang?
Shouldn't it be? Several experts over there have discussed it, but they can't figure it out?
Even if it really can't be done, can Fang Le do it?
.......
Not to mention Cheng Yunxing's curiosity and doubts, Cheng Zaiming from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Xijing Hospital followed Fang Le's words and first gave the patient moxibustion. He applied moxibustion on the nine strong points on his feet. As expected, the patient's contracted scrotum began to improve, and his hands and feet became warmer.
, and then Cheng Zaiming voted for Heli Zhongtang again.
Cholera is mainly transmitted through feces and oral route. The transmission route is now very clear. Although the emergency department has implemented isolation of patients, they are not too nervous. The doctors take protective measures during treatment, which does not require too much attention.
Too worried.
When Cheng Zaiming performed moxibustion on Wang Pumin and then administered Lizhong Decoction, several experts who had not yet left were in disbelief.
"Director Cheng, you just went out and made a phone call, and then you were fine again?"
Han Shengxue couldn't help but joked.
"What do you mean I'm okay again?"
Cheng Zaiming said angrily: "I'm good at it. I've always been good at it."
Xu Haiyang asked: "Lao Cheng, did you seek advice from some expert when you went out?"
"I went out for a walk and suddenly came up with an idea, okay?"
Cheng Zaiming felt very proud.
A group of people were just waiting for him to invite Sun Qingping. Now it's fine. He has solved the patient's problem himself, at least half of it.
The patient's scrotal contracture was relieved and his hands and feet became warm. This is a good sign. We are now waiting to see if Lizhong Tang has any effect.
Waiting until one o'clock in the morning, the patient's vomiting and diarrhea symptoms also improved significantly, and a group of experts breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, go home and sleep."
Cheng Zaiming stood up and stretched: "It's already past one o'clock."
As he spoke, Cheng Zaiming walked out of the consultation room first and went home.
"Director Cheng really went out for a walk and came up with new ideas?"
After Cheng Zaiming left, Xu Haiyang still couldn't believe it.
Although the situation described by Cheng Zaiming is not uncommon in clinical practice, and it is normal for him to go out for a walk because he had no choice but to suddenly have an idea, a few people still didn't believe it.
I haven't thought about it for a few hours, so I asked Sun Qingping to go out and have an idea?
Isn't this too coincidental?
Han Shengxue said: "I specifically checked the landline call records in the duty room at that time. At that time, Lao Cheng did just make a phone call to his home, but the call time was a bit long, about five or six minutes."
"Five or six minutes is a bit long."
Zhang Yuanping asked: "Is it possible that Mr. Sun happens to be at Lao Cheng's house, or is Mr. Cheng here today?"
"It's all possible."
Xu Haiyang said: "Either Mr. Cheng is here today, or Mr. Sun and Mr. Cheng are both here, otherwise it doesn't make sense. In five or six minutes, he must have told Mr. Cheng or Mr. Sun the situation."
The Mr. Cheng among several people is naturally Cheng Kangcheng, Cheng Zaiming’s father.
Although Cheng Kangcheng's level and reputation are not as good as Sun Qingping's, he is also a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor in Qinzhou Province, and his level must be better than that of Cheng Zaiming. He is a father and son, so a group of people speculated that Cheng Kangcheng may have gone to Cheng Zaiming's house today.
Cheng Kangcheng and Sun Qingping have a good relationship. If Cheng Kangcheng is here, Sun Qingping may be here.
"Only Lao Cheng is still pretending."
Zhang Yuanping said with a smile: "It's as if he really came up with the solution himself."
"that is."
Han Shengxue also smiled and said: "This is just a way of despising us."
"Old Cheng is back in disguise, but I don't know whether he is Mr. Cheng or Mr. Sun. His skills are really great."
Xu Haiyang said: "No one came, just a phone call and a plan, the patient's condition improved immediately, and we can sleep peacefully tonight."
...
"Fang Le, are you asleep?"
In the hotel room, Zhang Xiyue turned her back to Fang Le, but she couldn't sleep, so she asked Fang Le softly.
"No, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Fang Le rested his head on his hands and couldn't sleep.
"It's a bit unaccustomed to it."
Zhang Xiyue's voice was very clear: "This bed is too soft."
The hotel that Fang Le found was relatively high-end, with a nice environment and soft mattresses.
Well, his name is Simmons.
To paraphrase some people in this era, Simmons, if I don't sleep, I'm afraid of hurting my waist and back.
It’s similar to the mentality of not being able to eat grapes because grapes are sour.
"Isn't it good that the bed is soft?"
Fang Le smiled and stretched out his hand, took Zhang Xiyue's arm, and held Zhang Xiyue's hand in his own. Zhang Xiyue also lay flat, moved closer to Fang Le, and shrank into Fang Le's arms, her face a little red.
"I'm used to sleeping on the kang at home, but this is the first time I've slept on such a soft bed. Do people in the city sleep on such a soft bed? It feels very comfortable. It may be the first time I've slept on it."
"besides......"
Zhang Xiyue's voice became even lower: "Also, it's just a quilt."
Fang Le almost laughed out loud.
At home, although he and Zhang Xiyue slept on the same kang, they still slept separately, with two quilts, and here in the hotel, there was a double bed and one quilt.
"Don't you like sleeping on the same quilt with me?"
Fang Le turned around, stretched out his arms to hug Zhang Xiyue from behind, and asked with a smile.
"No, I...I'm a little nervous."
Zhang Xiyue was hugged from behind by Fang Le, and her body was a little nervous. Fang Le could feel that Zhang Xiyue's palms seemed to be sweating.
"Why are you nervous? We are husband and wife."
Fang Le smiled and said softly: "Go to sleep, it's not the time for you to get nervous yet."
"I'm not nervous."
Zhang Xiyue's face turned redder as she spoke. In fact, Zhang Xiyue was still looking forward to it.
Now that Fang Le is getting better and better, Zhang Xiyue is becoming more and more insecure. Although they are a couple in name, they are not married and have not obtained the certificate yet...?