"Since you understand this truth, why did you propose such a treatment method just now?" Liang Menyuan returned to the topic and asked.
"I didn't know how to do it originally. I just learned this method from Mr. Sun Liang in the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament." Zhang Yang revealed the matter and let the old man in front of him know about his grandson's virtue.
After Liang Menyuan heard what he said, his body trembled obviously, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with an angry look on his old face: "This beast..."
"There's no need to get angry, Director Liang. I think Young Master Liang just wanted to take advantage of the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament to publicize his family's unique skills and make the hospital's business better." Zhang Yang defended Liang Haoting hypocritically.
"You don't have to excuse him. The best publicity for medical skills is relying on the good reputation of patients." Liang Menyuan sighed with a dark face: "My original intention was to let Haoting go to the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament to learn. I heard that Huaxia
Several veterans of traditional Chinese medicine strongly support this competition, which is a rare opportunity for exchange and learning, but they did not expect that he would be embarrassed. How can Guimen Thirteen Needles hold his head high in the traditional Chinese medicine community?"
When he said this, the old face reappeared with a look of anger and excitement and shouted to the doctor next to him: "Xuanwen, call Tinghao over here..."
"Yes, Dean Liang." The doctor hurriedly turned and walked outside the department.
"Wait a minute." Zhang Yang hurriedly called to the doctor and continued: "Dean Liang, there is no need for you to be so angry. He just made a suggestion and did not actually treat the patient. No one else knows about this matter. I think Mr. Liang
It’s also a moment of competitive impulse, as long as you discipline it more when you get older.”
It wasn't that he was kind-hearted to put in a good word for Liang Haoting, but he didn't want to waste any more time on this matter. After all, the goal had been achieved.
It can be seen from Liang Menyuan's angry expression that Liang Haoting will definitely suffer a violent storm, and his future life will naturally not be easy, and he will also temper his arrogant personality.
"The most urgent task now is to see how to treat grandpa's illness."
She was originally called by Ye Wenqian to treat the old man in the wheelchair and said.
"Well, may I ask which famous medical family you are from?" Liang Menyuan couldn't help but ask after seeing his generous words and his understanding of the medical industry.
"I'm not from a well-known medical background. Let's try to treat grandpa first."
"Okay, in your opinion, what is the cause of Brother Mai's illness?" The elder of the Liang Sect showed a hint of embarrassment. After all, being refused by a junior to tell the origin of his apprenticeship made him a little embarrassed, but he has an open-minded character.
He was able to hold back the attack and quickly regained his composure.
"He is Zhang Yang from Donghai Medical University, and he participated in the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament." Ye Wenqian gave a brief introduction to him.
"Have you cured the brain death problem? It's a miracle in the medical field." Liang Menyuan had a look of surprise on his face.
The Thirteen Acupuncture of Ghost Gate can be regarded as a branch of traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture. Naturally, he is very concerned about the development of traditional Chinese medicine and attaches great importance to the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament. Otherwise, he would not let his grandson study it.
Zhang Yang did not answer, but smiled as acquiescence, turned his head and said to the old man: "If my guess is correct, grandpa should have been to Vietnam?"
"Haha, you guessed it right."
The old man in the wheelchair slowly recovered after stopping the treatment. Although he could not see, he looked at the two people with a proud smile on his face.
He continued: "In the self-defense counterattack back then, I led the troops to fight a hundred miles away from their capital. If I hadn't considered the influence of international public opinion, I would have destroyed their country long ago."
When he said this, the old man's face was obviously showing off, and his whole person was full of energy, as if he had returned to that time.
For a soldier, winning a battle is always the proudest thing and the most worthy of showing off. It can also be heard from his words that he was not only a soldier, but also a general.
"You got this disease at that time." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and continued: "To be precise, it is not a disease, but a parasite called Schistosoma nematode."
"Blood fluke nematodes?"
…
Liang Menyuan and the old man asked almost in unison.
In fact, it was not just them, everyone in the department was equally surprised and confused. It was the first time they heard such a strange name.
"Yes, blood-sucking nematodes can only be found in a very remote tropical jungle in Vietnam. They enter the human blood through wounds. They are as thin as threads at first. After they are integrated into the blood, they cannot be seen even with a film."
Zhang Yang paused for a while and continued to explain: "As the blood flows into the slender brain blood vessels, it gradually becomes larger after sucking human blood, and gradually changes from white to red, which is indistinguishable from blood, so it is more like blood piled together.
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"As it grows, it will digest and devour a large amount of human blood until the human blood dries up and becomes like a zombie."
He is not an alarmist. This kind of parasite can only be found in that place. The local conditions are very backward, so few outsiders know about it.
I just heard it from my uncle. Of course, how he knew it was unknown. My uncle was like a medicine jar. There were very few diseases that he didn't know about...
"Is it possible to do a craniotomy and take it out?"
In Liang Menyuan's view, since it is known that there are parasites, it can be removed surgically. Although there are certain risks, it is better than waiting to die.
"No, it reproduces entirely by a single organism, just like an infectious bacterium. The insect body is very soft and will break if you are not careful. It will multiply into more small schistosomiasis and spread over a large area in the blood. The consequences will be more serious."
"Then what should we do?"
Liang Yuanzheng heard what he said in such detail and it was very consistent with his condition. He was convinced and naturally placed hope on him for a cure.
A person who can win the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament and create a cure for brain-dead cases, this alone is enough to make people trust him.
"I don't have a good idea, but if you are willing to take the risk, I can give it a try."
Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and continued: "Even if it fails, at most you will suffer a little more, but the condition will not worsen. It is much more cost-effective than surgery."
"Since it's such a good deal, wouldn't it be a big loss for me if I didn't let you try it?" The old man joked with a smile.
"You have to think clearly, the process will be very painful and not something ordinary people can bear." Zhang Yang glanced at him to remind him.
"Am I an ordinary person? Do ordinary people get this strange disease?"
puff!
Ye Wenqian couldn't help but laugh out loud, and everyone in the department was also dumbfounded.
He spoke for a long time, and just when everyone thought he was showing off his illustrious military exploits by saying he was not an ordinary person, the conversation changed and he used this strange disease as a source of pride.
Zhang Yang also immediately understood the reason why Ye Wenqian had no scruples in calling him old man and even making fun of him.
An old man with such a serious condition is still in the mood to make fun of himself at this time, which shows that his cheerful and open-minded character has reached the point of being heartless.
"What help do you need?" Since the old man agreed, although Liang Menyuan was worried, he couldn't say anything else.
After all, there is a glimmer of hope, which is better than waiting to die. As for the pain, compared with life, the latter is more important.
"Is there a bathtub here? Ice?"
"Yes, yes." Liang Menyuan didn't ask any more questions, and said after pondering for a while.
He has been practicing medicine for so many years and has experienced many difficult and complicated diseases. He knows that the more bizarre the disease, the more bizarre the treatment method.
There is no bathtub in the hospital. Just for the convenience of young employees, a two-story building was built on the open space inside the hospital as an apartment for temporary use.
As for ice cubes, it's even simpler. The hospital already has some equipment for cold treatment, so you can just ask someone to get more.
"Let's go!"
…
The young man behind the old man was pushing the wheelchair. Liang Yuanzheng asked Xuanwen, the doctor just now, to ask a young doctor to get the dormitory key and ask him to bring more ice cubes.
After walking out of the outpatient clinic building, turn to the right, pass through a green belt, and you will see a brand new two-story building with staff dormitories written on it.
The small dormitory building was kept very clean, which showed that it was usually managed by dedicated personnel. Soon a doctor named Xuan Wen came in with a young man in a white coat and looked like a student, and opened a dormitory.
This reminded Zhang Yang of his college life. Even though he didn't even live in the preparatory class dormitory with good conditions for a few days, he still felt a little nostalgic.
Although it is a dormitory, it is designed like a residential home environment, with a living room, a bedroom, and a dedicated bathroom.
There are no smelly socks and dirty underwear like in college dormitories, and there is not even any odor such as sweat.
They also had bunk beds, the quilts on the beds were neatly folded, and even the items were placed in an orderly manner. Zhang Yang had to admire the quality of these people and the management level of the hospital.
"I'll boil the water first, you guys wait a moment." The young man who opened the door said and walked into the bathroom.
"It's best around sixty degrees."
After Zhang Yang explained, he turned his head and joked: "The salary is so good, how about I come to work for you too?"
"Haha, I just want it. I'm afraid my small temple can't accommodate your big Buddha."
Liang Menyuan knew he was joking. How could a person who could create medical miracles end up in a small hospital like his?
Of course, I also understood what he was thinking, and continued with a haha: "The more you study medicine, the more you must pay attention to your own good living habits. Only when you are calm can you study medicine in a down-to-earth manner and treat patients better."
After a pause, he said: "When these students first came here, they also had a lot of bad habits. It took a lot of effort to correct them bit by bit. I'm not boasting. Although my hospital is small, no one has ever brought it up.
After leaving the company, the longest employee has been working with me for more than ten years."
"Dean Liang manages things well, I really admire him."
Zhang Yang is not flattering. In today's society, there is a frequent flow of talents, and it is especially difficult to retain talents in traditional Chinese medicine. He can do this, and he is indeed outstanding.
“Traditional Chinese medicine requires the old to introduce the new and continuous accumulation of experience in order to become successful.” (To be continued)