The time turned to nearly 11 o'clock on Wednesday morning, and Yu Zhiming met the young patient who had been helped by Fu Xiaobo.
The patient, who was only twelve years old, looked thin and small while sitting in a wheelchair, and his skin color was somewhat dark.
Apparently there is a lot of sun exposure.
After Yu Zhiming looked at the little patient, he looked at the little patient's mother a few more times.
Although she is in her thirties and can already see small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth, she is a woman of great taste.
Her facial features, although not stunning, are calm and pleasant, like the sound of clear springs, making people unable to help but listen and appreciate her.
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but mutter to himself...
The reason why Fu Xiaobo agreed to matchmaking was not because of the little patient, but because of the little patient's mother.
After taking a brief look, Yu Zhiming didn't say much nonsense and pointed to the examination bed beside him.
What surprised him was that the little patient did not seek help from his mother. He held the examination bed with both hands and quickly moved himself to the bed with the help of his arms and waist.
It can be seen from this hand that this little patient does not skip exercise, and Fu Xiaobo is not exaggerating.
Yu Zhiming first placed his hand on the little patient's calf.
I haven't walked for five or six years, and my leg muscles have inevitably atrophied.
However, the degree of atrophy was much lighter than Yu Zhiming expected. This shows that the little patient received good care and did not skip leg massages and related passive exercises.
"My legs have feeling, but they have no strength?"
The young patient replied with a somewhat big tongue: "There is consciousness, but compared to the upper body, the sensation is a bit numb, like scratching an itch, not so clear."
He hammered his thigh with his fist and continued: "My legs are like noodles, I can't use any strength at all."
Sensitive, but powerless...
Yu Zhiming initially judged that there were two possibilities. One was that the nerves controlling the legs were damaged, causing problems in nerve information transmission.
It's like the six bidirectional pipes that used to transmit information back and forth were extremely smooth. Because of the accident, not only were the pipes narrowed, but they were also directly blocked.
Another possibility is that there is a problem with the conversion hub in the spinal cord that processes information from the lower limbs.
Yu Zhiming hopes it is the first possibility.
If there is a problem with the spinal cord, because the spinal cord belongs to the central nervous system, the damage is generally irreversible and the possibility of recovery is slim.
Yu Zhiming kneaded and pressed the little patient's legs, checking along the nerves in his legs while moving up bit by bit...
There are many nerves that control the movement of the legs, such as the sciatic nerve, femoral nerve, etc.
They differentiate like branches and control the large and small muscles of the legs. The higher they go up, the nerves converge and merge, and finally converge into the vertebral foramina of the lumbar vertebrae, connecting with the spinal cord...
Yu Zhiming spent nearly ten minutes checking the young patient's leg nerves and lumbar spinal cord, and found no major problems.
In addition to a few small broken nerves, there were also several small broken bones that were wrapped in human tissue and had not been absorbed.
These small problems would not cause the young patient's legs to become weak, and Yu Zhiming simply ignored them.
After taking a short rest, he started his second inspection.
This time, Yu Zhiming focused on examining the young patient's lumbar spine and intervertebral nerves.
This is where the problem is most likely to occur...
Yu Zhiming, who was immersed in the inspection, did not know how many minutes had passed before he finally made a suspicious discovery.
The left and right nerves coming out of the second lumbar vertebra gave Yu Zhiming a somewhat stiff feeling, not as soft and elastic as other nerves.
Is it because of these two nerves?
Yu Zhiming mapped out the two intervertebral nerves and asked Sui Chi to take the young patient to the neurology department for confirmation examination.
Feeling tired, he returned to the soundproof office and met Mr. Liu, the poison king.
"Unfortunately, bad news, the two lupus erythematosus patients treated last Monday both failed the treatment."
Yu Zhiming snorted and added: "It's not all bad news. This means that the body can withstand 60% of its limit, which has no therapeutic effect and cannot stimulate the body to produce immune mutations."
"Future treatments will be controlled at about 80% of the patient's tolerance limit."
Liu Laoqing sighed: "Eighty percent, or ten percent, it means you can know what you are doing."
"But for us, in order to achieve a successful treatment, we can only push the patient to the limit as much as possible."
Yu Zhiming ate a piece of chocolate and drank a glass of water before he said: "Experiences are all gained through exploration. If you do a few more experiments and summarize a few more times, you will have a feeling."
Mr. Liu sighed: "This is the only way."
He stood up and said again: "I'm not in a good mood, so I won't have lunch with you. We'll see you during the treatment in the evening..."
After seeing Mr. Liu off, Yu Zhiming took a shower and then had lunch with Zhou Mo.
Yu Zhiming ate and drank for a while, and when the rhythm slowed down, Zhou Mo's voice rang in his ears.
"Dr. Yu, the doctor who chose the small house last night, is from Tiantan Hospital. He is forty-seven years old and is the chief physician of the Department of Orthopedics."
"He has gone to the United States many times for further studies and exchanges, and he just divorced his wife last month."
Zhou Mo took a sip of the soup and continued: "The house, car and children belong to my wife, so I can be considered clean and leave the house."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said: "This should explain why he chose a small house to clean up and leave the house and have no money."
"Hey, did he make a mistake and cheat?"
Zhou Mo shook his head and said: "Gu Zhu said that the reason for the divorce was a broken relationship and an amicable separation. There are no bad rumors from Tiantan Hospital."
After a pause, she added: "This can only explain why he chose a small house, but it cannot explain why he chose a small house in Building 15. In-depth investigation is needed."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said: "Don't be too sensitive, and imagine that everyone is going to be disadvantageous to me."
Zhou Mo insisted: "I would rather be suspicious and have a false alarm than miss it due to negligence."
Yu Zhiming smiled and said, "That's up to you. But be careful not to let others feel offended."
Zhou Mo nodded in response.
After a pause, she added: "Tonight, Ding Ye, Zhou Luo and the others are going to choose a house."
"Their goals are small houses of more than 200 square meters and more than 100 square meters. The possibility of choosing the house of their choice is very high."
Zhou Mo suggested again: "Doctor Yu, maybe you can let one of them be that guy's neighbor?"
Yu Zhiming quickly stopped him and said, "Don't make your own decisions, explicitly or implicitly asking them to do this."
"A house is a lifelong matter, and we cannot let them choose a house they don't like just because of unfounded doubts."
"Zhou Mo, did you hear that?"
Seeing that Yu Zhiming suddenly became serious, Zhou Mo could only nod his head and said, "I understand, I won't make my own decisions."
She sighed again: "I must say that they have a teacher like you, which is a blessing they have accumulated in eight lifetimes..."
