Zeng Hongqing, He Hao and others couldn't help but froze and looked at each other.
Most patients who give up treatment feel that there is no need to save them.
Or it may be a helpless move from a poor family and not wanting to drag down future generations.
In any case, reaching the point of giving up treatment is a serious disease in itself.
Qin Fan said nothing and quickened his pace.
I saw a stretcher on the floor of the hall with a man lying on it.
His eyes were closed tightly, his face was a little swollen, and his face and lips were slightly dark purple.
There was an oxygen bag connected to my nostrils, and my breathing was very rapid, sometimes tightening and then slowing down.
A medical term immediately appeared in Zeng Hongqing's mind.
Tide breathing!
Yes, it is tidal breathing. Generally, the occurrence of tidal breathing means that the patient is in danger of death.
There is a lot of turbid phlegm and saliva pouring out of the lungs, which may cause breathing to stop at any time.
Qin Fan naturally knew this and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Sister, this is Mr. Qin you are looking for." Xuanyuan Lin said.
I heard that Mr. Qin has arrived.
Among the people carrying the stretcher was a woman in her thirties who immediately started crying.
Wiping away tears, he begged, "Mr. Qin, please be kind and please save my father!"
"Well, don't worry, I'll take a look first." Qin Fan could only comfort him.
At this time, a man in his thirties stood up. His eyes were also slightly red.
"Hello, Mr. Qin, my name is Xing Quan, she is my sister Xing Ying, and the one who is sick is our father, named Xing Zhaolin, who is sixty years old this year."
"We heard that your place is the best Chinese medicine clinic in Haizhou. We hope you can save our father."
"Even if you just give it a try, we won't blame you if you can't cure it."
Qin Fan nodded and did not answer. He was about to squat down to check on Xing Zhaolin.
"Mr. Qin, please wait!" Zeng Hongqing called him at this time.
"Oh, is something wrong?" Qin Fan was surprised.
Zeng Hongqing couldn't care less, so he took Qin Fan and walked a few steps.
He whispered: "Mr. Qin, this patient is so critical that even the hospital may not be able to rescue him. You should think twice!"
Indeed, Zeng Hongqing was completely well-intentioned.
Many experienced medical clinic owners will simply not accept such patients when they see this situation.
The patient will only be sent to a large hospital for treatment as soon as possible.
It is better to do less than to do more. Once the disease is not cured and the person dies in the hospital, it will cause a lot of trouble to the hospital.
Qin Fan nodded, "Thank you for your kindness."
He smiled and asked Zeng Hongqing, "What do you think we should do when faced with this situation? Should we save it or not?"
"This this…"
Zeng Hongqing was speechless and didn't know how to answer Qin Fan's question.
If you don't save, it seems you can't bear it, but if you save, the risk you will bear will be huge.
He would even put a doctor's reputation on the line.
Qin Fan didn't wait for Zeng Hongqing's answer, and walked to Xing Zhaolin in a few steps.
He squatted down and began to examine and diagnose.
Xing Zhaolin's upper body felt hot, but his limbs below the elbows and knees felt clammy.
Looking at the tongue again, the tongue is fat and has many teeth marks, and the tongue coating is white, greasy and watery.
The pulse is very rapid, floating and hollow.
Qin Fan's diagnosis and Xing Zhaolin's diagnosis were that there was phlegm root internally, cold dampness externally, and yang deficiency and blood stasis.
How could it cause such severe disease?
In this case, it is indeed a foot in the door of hell.
"When did your father start getting sick?" Qin Fan asked.
Xing Quan thought about it for a moment.
"Mr. Qin, my father usually lives with me."
"My father used to have pulmonary heart disease. One night this summer, he suddenly told me that he couldn't breathe."
"It scared me at the time. He couldn't breathe, and his face and lips turned blue from the suffocation."
"I quickly went to a nearby doctor and gave him an injection and medicine. After he felt a little better, I asked him what was going on."
"It turns out that a bald man in the village forced his wife to marry. He went to have a wedding banquet. He drank too much liquor and felt thirsty, so he drank the well water at the bald man's home."
Qin Fan nodded slightly, he was a little confused about the direction.
This is the same as drinking ice water from the refrigerator, but the final illness is different.
Xing Quan continued: "The well water was cold and delicious. When he returned home, he lay down on the recliner and fell asleep in a daze. It didn't take long before he started to get sick."
"What's the situation like during the treatment?" Qin Fan asked.
"Hey, I have been undergoing treatment, but it is intermittent, repeated, good and bad."
"The most serious one was in August. At that time, I had difficulty breathing, twitching hands and feet, cold limbs, high fever, and was almost unconscious."
"After being sent to the hospital for examination, it was found that in addition to cor pulmonale, there were other infections, such as respiratory failure, heart failure, acidosis, etc."
"We all thought he wouldn't survive, but the hospital spent a week resuscitating him and he came through again."
"The situation is starting to improve, and people sometimes wake up, but after the high fever subsides, they still have recurring fevers and don't eat much."
"Later, I had to rely on oxygen bags for breathing. The hospital conducted another examination and concluded that it was a spontaneous pneumothorax and atelectasis of both lungs."
"It must be solved through surgery. When my father was awake, he strongly requested not to have surgery. He didn't want to die without a complete body."
"We had no choice but to give up treatment. Later we heard that the Chinese medicine at Bian Que Medical Center was very good, so we wanted to give Chinese medicine a try."
Zeng Hongqing, He Hao and other doctors couldn't help but shake their heads secretly after listening to Xing Quan's account.
According to Xing Zhaolin's current situation, he may live longer without surgery.
If heart failure and lung failure occur at the same time, the possibility of death on the operating table is very high.
But can Chinese medicine work?
This is almost an irreversible disease.
Zeng Hongqing and He Hao couldn't help but look at each other and saw the wry smile in each other's eyes.
Qin Fan stood up and was silent.
No one dared to disturb him. Xuanyuan Lin, who was familiar with him, knew that he was thinking about how to save him.
After a while, Qin Fan said: "There is one way, but it depends on whether your father can survive it."
"If he survives it, he will survive. If he doesn't survive it, there will be no cure."
"I tell you the truth because I want you to be mentally prepared."
"We doctors do our best to treat illnesses and save lives, but doctors are also human beings, not omnipotent gods. Do you understand?"
Xing Quan and Xing Ying nodded repeatedly without even thinking about it.
"Mr. Qin, don't worry, even if there is only 1% hope, we will give it a try."
"Well, please rest assured, Mr. Qin, we are not unreasonable people."
Qin Fan nodded, "Okay, then quickly carry him to the hospital bed."
"Xuanyuan Lin, take this eldest sister to go through the formalities."
Everyone worked together to lift Xing Zhaolin to the hospital bed.
Since Qin Fan promised to save him, Xing Zhaolin's family members were also willing to be a living doctor.
Zeng Hongqing couldn't continue to persuade him.
He and He Hao both felt their pulse and then shook their heads.
To be honest, in their opinion, apart from taking the risk of surgery, they really can’t think of any traditional Chinese medicine method that can resolve the problem.
It's like a machine that has a serious internal problem. Just relying on a little lubricant to restore the normal function of the machine is undoubtedly a dream.
But Qin Fan just said that there was a way to try.
Even though they just gave it a try, Zeng Hongqing and the others felt incredible.
After a while, Xuanyuan Lin and Xing Ying came back.
Qin Fan also stopped thinking. He took out the prescription paper and wrote down a prescription.
He warned: "There is a place for decoction in the medical center. Grab the medicine and let our pharmacist help you decoct it."
"He may not be able to swallow, so he needs to be fed slowly with a spoon."
He looked at his watch and said, "Feed a small bowl every five hours."
"OK."
Qin Fan signed his name on the prescription and handed it to Xing Ying.