Zhao Yanyan paused and continued: "I am from out of town. Their home is Donghai City. I go to school here. My uncle and aunt are very good to me. This time my child is sick and cannot be treated well in several hospitals, so I try traditional Chinese medicine."
Is it possible?"
A girl from out of town must be grateful to have relatives and acquaintances taking care of her here, so she must accompany her when she comes here for treatment this time.
"That's good." Zhang Yang had something in his words.
"Let's talk when we have time. I'll take them to the doctor first."
After Zhao Yanyan finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and took the middle-aged woman to the pediatric department.
Behind the two people, closely following were two gray-haired old men with equally anxious expressions on their faces. They were obviously the children's grandparents.
Zhang Yang finished the hot water and returned to the department with the thermos bottle. Wan Yumin was already sitting at the desk, looking through yesterday's medical records.
"Those are internship clothes. You can try them on to see if they fit." Wan Yumin glanced at him and pointed to the neatly folded white coats on the stool on one side.
"I don't need to wear it anymore, right? I'm just studying, not treating patients." Zhang Yang refused to wear a white coat because he felt uncomfortable looking at it.
"No, unless you don't practice here, how can others tell whether you are a staff member of the hospital or not?"
"Yes Zhang Yang, wearing a white coat looks more formal." Cui Rongrong persuaded from the side.
"Okay, I'll just put it on." Zhang Yang smiled evilly at her, winked, and put on the white coat.
Since it is the hospital's rule, you must obey it, not to mention that you will be here for another month, so you can't just wander around in casual clothes every day.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang still accepted it. It's just that the iconic clothes that were originally used to save lives and heal the wounded looked awkward when he wore them with a ruffian-like expression.
Because I had just started working, there were not many patients, so the department seemed particularly dull.
"Director Wan, I'm going to the pediatrician next door." Zhang Yang felt bored and said.
What's more important is that Zhao Yanyan just said that her little nephew was not looked after in several hospitals, which made him curious about his condition.
"Go ahead, it will be good for your future studies if you study together."
Wan Yumin wished he could leave quickly. Thinking of his ferocious demeanor and behavior yesterday, he felt cold and uncomfortable all over.
The pediatric department was next door. When Zhao Yanyan saw him walking in, his pretty face was startled, but he was afraid of disturbing the doctor's treatment, so he didn't say hello.
Hu Dakui held a thermometer in his hand, raised his hand and took a look at it in the light, and immediately frowned.
Forty-two degrees! Zhang Yang also saw the thermometer and couldn't help being surprised.
With the body temperature of such a young child reaching such a high temperature, it is easy for the high fever to damage the brain nerves. Many children with dementia are caused by high fever.
"Hurry up and go test the blood to see if there is anything wrong with it." Hu Dakui was obviously very surprised and said.
"I have been tested in several hospitals and everything is normal." The woman said with tears in her eyes and a trembling voice.
The woman couldn't bear it. After all, she was her own flesh and blood. Every time she went to the hospital, she had to take blood tests. How could such a small child endure such a torment?
Although Zhang Yang didn't like her very much, he still felt a pity in his heart when he saw how much she cared about her son.
It makes me feel even worse when I think of my parents abandoning me when they were seriously ill.
At the same time, I am more determined to find my parents. As the saying goes, parents in the world are pitiful. I have to ask myself why they are so cruel?
"The child's pulse is normal, how come he has a high fever?" Hu Dakui grabbed the child's wrist with his big hand to check the pulse, and asked with a tighter frown.
He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking questions about the patient's family, completely forgetting that he was the expert doctor here, and it was obvious that he was beginning to panic inside.
"Yes, I have been treated in other hospitals, but it has no effect at all."
The woman took out several medical records from major hospitals in Donghai City and handed them to Hu Dakui, asking him to understand the treatment process of the child in other hospitals.
Only then did Zhang Yang pay attention to the child in her arms. His young face was very pale and his eyes were closed, looking like he was sleeping.
It is said that when the fever is over 40 degrees, the face should be red and the whole body should be hot. The child will also become restless, and it is too abnormal to sleep so peacefully.
Suddenly, the child opened his mouth and began to gasp rapidly, with a faint black mist covering his face.
Although his eyes were closed, his little eyes moved quickly, and he quickly regained his composure. It only happened in an instant, but it did not escape Zhang Yang's eyes.
"First use physical therapy to reduce the fever, and then try acupuncture."
Hu Dakui decisively made his own treatment plan. After all, other treatment methods had been tried many times in other hospitals and did not work at all.
It is very dangerous for the child to have a high fever that does not subside. We cannot afford to waste any time, so we can only try direct treatment with traditional Chinese medicine methods.
"Director Hu, this treatment has no effect." Zhang Yang said.
"Why?" Hu Dakui immediately raised his head and asked instinctively.
When he saw Zhang Yang in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then a complicated and embarrassed look appeared on his face.
"Physical therapy and acupuncture only lower the child's surface temperature, but they cannot achieve the purpose of curing the child's high fever."
"When the body surface temperature drops, the high fever will subside. If combined with traditional Chinese medicine, the child can be cured." Hu Dakui showed a trace of displeasure on his face.
After all, if a director-level expert was questioned by an intern student, he would have been furious in the past, but now he is very restrained.
Obviously, Zhang Yang's cruelty yesterday made him a little afraid, but questioning his medical skills in front of so many patients still made him feel a little embarrassed.
"The child's body surface temperature is not high, so there is no need for physical therapy at all, let alone acupuncture."
"What?" Hu Dakui showed a trace of disdain on his face and continued: "Classmate Zhang Yang, I don't know if you understand common sense. How can a low body surface temperature cause a high fever in a patient?"
"Yes, Zhang Yang, can thermometers also make mistakes?" When Zhao Yanyan saw that it was Zhang Yang, his pretty face was stunned, and then he said.
"The thermometer is correct. Although these medical equipment are very useful, they can sometimes confuse the doctor's eyes."
"What do you mean by this? Am I being confused?" Director Hu's words have become very impatient.
"Of course Director Hu was not deceived, he was just careless for a moment." Zhang Yang said with a smirk, trying to save him some face.
"What am I careless about?"
"It's actually very simple. If the child has a fever or not, just touch the child's body with your hands to see if it's hot or not."
"This..." Director Hu paused and continued: "The thermometer has explained everything, and it can best prove the child's temperature."
At this time, he already felt a little guilty. It is true that the simpler the link, the easier it is to ignore it.
What's more, after seeing the child's medical records from other hospitals, I subconsciously determined that the child had symptoms of high fever.
Zhang Yang suddenly proposed it. Although he wanted to try it, his strong self-esteem and the face problem of the chief expert still made him choose to refuse stubbornly.
"If you don't believe it, you can try it now."
"No need to try, I know the disease better than you." Director Hu still firmly refused.
"Zhang Yang, please stop talking. As a pediatrician, Director Hu is naturally very experienced."
Zhao Yanyan was even more anxious, thinking that Zhang Yang was just an intern, not even an intern.
I don’t know what the delay is, but I just came over from school for an internship, so I definitely don’t know anything about treating diseases.
But now having a dispute with Director Hu would only delay the child's treatment, so he hurriedly spoke to stop Zhang Yang.
“Don’t experts ever make mistakes?”
"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Director Hu's face started to turn red, and his breathing was rapid, obviously he was extremely angry.
"You'll know if you're wrong or not."
"I won't try. If I want to try, you can try. But if the treatment is delayed, you will be responsible for it."
boom!
Director Hu could no longer suppress his inner anger, slapped the table hard, and stood up excitedly.
"This child, what are you doing? If you delay my grandson's treatment, I will never be done with you."
The child's grandfather stood up tremblingly, with a frown on his face and scolded Zhang Yang loudly.
"Yes, you are so young, how can any expert prove it? We only have such a precious grandson, so don't cause trouble."
The old lady had tears in her eyes and her words were full of pleading. It was obvious that the child's condition made her worried and painful.
Zhang Yang can also understand that now we have one child in a family, and the grandparents hold it like a baby. This kind of reaction is considered normal, and he doesn't blame them in his heart.
"Zhang Yang, let's go outside for a walk together!" Zhao Yanyan walked up and took his arm.
Zhao Yanyan couldn't bear the people's accusations against him, and the atmosphere in the department was full of tension, which made Zhao Yanyan a little entangled.
After thinking about it for a while, I decided to drag him out together, so that his face wouldn't look too ugly.
"With my senior accompanying me, I really should go out for a walk." Zhang Yang knew what she was thinking and teased with a wicked smile.
"Let's go then. What are you still doing?"
"You don't care about your little nephew anymore? Is he in danger now?" Zhang Yang glanced at the child in the woman's eyes and said.
"There are doctors and experts here, so you don't need to worry." Zhao Yanyan said coquettishly.
"Experts are sometimes negligent." Zhang Yang continued with a smile: "It's better to wait until your nephew's fever subsides and stay with you like that, so that I can feel at ease."
"You..." Zhao Yanyan stomped his little foot angrily and stopped paying attention to him.
The conversation between the two of them like lovers made everyone in the room look at him strangely, but Zhang Yang still looked indifferent.
However, Zhao Yanyan's face turned red and she did not persuade him to leave. Instead, she made others misunderstand that she was his lover.
"Little doctor, have you ever seen such a condition?" the woman suddenly said, with a puzzled look on her face.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on her. After all, she was the child's mother, and she was the one they were most worried about.
However, there was no excessive criticism of Zhang Yang in her tone. Instead, there was a hint of approval in her words, which puzzled everyone. (To be continued)