Lin Yuan knew that he could not shirk this matter even if he wanted to. So, he quickly called Xie Zhikun over and asked about the patient's specific situation.
Xie Zhikun shook his head and said: "It's very difficult. The patient does not have any special fatal disease. The key is that Yu Lao is old and the complications are very serious. Yu Lao's condition looks like a back carbuncle on the surface, but it is actually a physical condition.
The functions of various parts of the body are severely degraded, and the fire poison cannot be effectively controlled, which leads to this phenomenon. It is not difficult to treat back carbuncle, but the key is that it is difficult to control the entire body."
This is the typical diagnostic overall thinking of veteran Chinese medicine practitioners. Symptoms are easy to solve, but problems related to them are very difficult to control. It is no wonder that Xie Zhikun did not propose a treatment plan and blindly adopted a conservative approach.
Lin Yuan thought for a moment and asked: "Mr. Xie, what do you think of the patient's condition?"
Xie Zhikun scanned the surroundings slightly and said quietly: "It is very pessimistic. The patient is suffering from illness. If you want to alleviate this suffering, you must take certain measures. But if measures are taken, the current situation of the patient will be broken."
It's a delicate balance of the body, and the patient may not be able to bear it."
After listening to Xie Zhikun's introduction, Lin Yuan had a general understanding of the condition. The patient's current situation was a stage of suffering.
Patients at this stage, or outside doctors may intervene to break the patient's body's continuous confrontation with the pain.
As the saying goes, if you don't break it, you won't build it. If this balance is destroyed, it may bring the patient's symptoms into a dangerous situation, but it is also a turning point, giving the patient a chance to re-establish a self-protection mechanism.
If the patient is a young or middle-aged person, there is great hope for breaking and then standing up. The key is that the patient is very old. Breaking and then standing up requires not only the level of the doctor, but more importantly, the ability of the patient's own body.
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Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's take a look at the patient's condition first."
Xie Zhikun whispered: "Lin Yuan, if you are not more than 70% sure, try not to take action. With so many experts here, no one dares to come up with a plan easily. It is not that the level of these experts is not good, but that they are too worried."
Too much."
Lin Yuan nodded gratefully, indicating that he understood what Mr. Xie meant. This meant that Xie Zhikun regarded Lin Yuan as one of his own, and the relationship was not particularly important, so he did not dare to give such advice.
Zhou Changlun saw Lin Yuan walking towards him, nodded slightly, and led Lin Yuan to the second floor of the villa.
Walking upstairs, a middle-aged woman in her fifties came out of a room at the edge of the stairs. Zhou Changlun nodded and said: "Xiao Liu, this is Dr. Lin Yuan, the maker of Xusheng Pills, Mr. Yu's
Doctor Lin Yuan may have a solution for your condition."
The middle-aged woman whom Zhou Changlun called Xiao Liu looked at Lin Yuan up and down with a puzzled look on her face.
"Dr. Xiaolin, how long have you been engaged in medical work?"
This was obviously a sign of distrust. Lin Yuan frowned slightly and said, "Aunt Liu, I haven't been engaged in medical work for a long time. I only have five years of serious work experience."
"Oh, I don't work long hours. What medical school did Dr. Lin graduate from? What is his academic qualifications?"
Zhou Changlun also felt that some of what Ms. Liu said was too straightforward, so he said: "Xiao Liu, Dr. Lin's ability is highly praised by Ji Wanglou and Mr. Xie. Even though he is young, he is an authority in the field of traditional Chinese medicine."
Expert, I believe Dr. Lin will find another way to find out the old condition."
"Director Zhou, you should know what kind of person I am. Mr. Yu's family rules are very strict. I have been a nanny in Yu's family for so many years and have never done anything that deviated from my job. But this time the situation is very special. Mr. Yu
Your body can’t stand the torture. If you really have an effective treatment, take it out and don’t let the so-called experts say irrelevant things after reading it.”
Zhou Changlun coughed in embarrassment. No wonder Aunt Zhou said so. So many experts came. After reading, not to mention hands-on treatment, even describing the condition was all in high-sounding professional terms, and it was cloudy and foggy.
Even the patient's family members were hesitant when asking about the situation. It is reasonable for the Yu family to have opinions.
Lin Yuan was originally very dissatisfied with Aunt Liu's attitude, but after hearing her explanation, he felt relieved. Who else wouldn't be angry after looking at it for so long without even a specific conclusion?
Lin Yuan took a step back slightly and turned his face to the side. What happens next depends on Zhou Changlun. At this point, Lin Yuan understands that it is best not to treat this disease now. The stakes are too high. Although
Doctors take it as their bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded, but if they want to involve themselves in it, it’s better not to look at it.
Just when the atmosphere was getting awkward, a person walked out of the back room. This person was of medium build, slightly overweight, with gray hair. Judging from his appearance, he was around fifty.
As soon as this person came out, Lin Yuan felt the majesty of being in a position of power for a long time, which made people feel a little nervous involuntarily.
"Lao Zhou, you are here. This must be Dr. Lin whom you recommended wholeheartedly, right? Dr. Lin, hello."
As the man spoke, a hand was already stretched out towards Lin Yuan.
"I am Yu Xingshui. My old man is ill. I would like to trouble Dr. Lin to help."
Lin Yuan quickly stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party. The other party's big hands were warm and strong, and he felt that he was the kind of high-ranking person with special skills.
"I am Lin Yuan. In fact, I don't have much clinical experience. It was only because of the favor of my leaders and seniors that I was described like that. I am a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and what I learned in medical school has been helpful to me, but my main focus in medical treatment is
It is mainly based on traditional Chinese medicine."
Lin Yuan quickly explained his situation clearly. Seeing a doctor for Mr. Yu was no longer just a matter of seeing a doctor. The water here was very deep and there was no need to wade in. If the other party was not interested in Chinese medicine, then he might as well not waste time.
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"Haha, Dr. Lin, I understand your situation. You are the backbone of the reform of traditional Chinese medicine presided over by Ji Wanglou. I believe that Ji Wanglou and Mr. Xie, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine, will not treat an incompetent person.
It’s so high. Dr. Lin, please.”
I have to admire Xing Shui's way of doing things. With just a few words, he has already captured the other person tightly. No matter what you think in your heart, you must follow the other person's rhythm.
Aunt Liu obviously distrusted Lin Yuan. She couldn't be blamed for this. There were too many experts, some with big beards, and after looking at them one by one, no one could give an accurate answer.
Now here comes another doctor who looks like he just graduated from medical school, which makes Aunt Liu very dissatisfied.
Lin Yuan followed Yu Xingshui into the innermost room at the edge of the stairs. As soon as he opened the door, Lin Yuan smelled the pungent smell of formalin.
Generally speaking, the patient's room should not have such a strong smell, but Lin Yuan smelled a fishy smell from the pungent smell, the smell of formalin, probably to cover up this smell.
A fishy smell.
The facilities in the room are comparable to those in the special care ward of Yanjing Grade 3A Hospital. There are all kinds of equipment inside, except for large medical equipment, basically everything can be found here.
The patient is lying on his side on the bed, his eyes are closed, and his face is slightly glowing red. Generally speaking, this is a sign of human health, but in Lin Yuan's view, this is a typical symptom of the patient's rising deficiency fire.
The old man's thin face is covered with age spots and wrinkles. It can be seen that the old man is not resting very well. Basically, his body twitches every ten seconds.
"Dr. Lin, this is my grandfather. Please don't have any worries and just follow your method of diagnosis and treatment. I know the rules. No matter what method you use, I will be responsible for all accidents that occur."
Yu Xingshui's words made Lin Yuan look at him with admiration. In fact, treatment depends not only on the doctor's level, but also on the cooperation of the patient and the patient's family.
Especially in cases where the patient's condition is very complicated like that of Yu Lao, if the patient's family members only ask the doctor to treat the disease, the psychological pressure on the doctor can be imagined.
Generally speaking, doctors adopt conservative treatment methods because of pressure from family members.
Lin Yuan believes that as long as there is a doctor with professional ethics, there is no doctor who does not go all out for the patient's condition. Treating a disease is like walking a tightrope. One mistake may lead to a major liability accident.
However, the treatment of critical illness is often about finding a glimmer of hope in danger. You must know that critical illness is definitely not formed in a day, but is formed slowly over years or even decades. Treatment of such diseases requires a short period of time.
As for the symptoms accumulated over several years or even decades, this is an extremely unscientific attitude.
Lin Yuan understood Yu Lao's pathology at a glance. He looked at Yu Lao who was pumping salt water and smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Yu Xingshui was startled and asked: "Doctor Lin, is there anything wrong with my grandfather now?"
"Oh, no, I'm thinking about other things. I'll take my pulse and then we'll talk."
Lin Yuan walked to Mr. Yu's bed and gently lifted the quilt. A strong fishy smell suddenly spread out. The smell of formalin in the room could not cover up such a fishy smell.
Yu Xingshui waved to Aunt Liu, who immediately took out several masks and handed them to Yu Xingshui, Zhou Changlun and Lin Yuan.
Yu Xingshui and the other three put on masks, but Lin Yuan refused.
"I don't need it. To confirm the condition, I also need the sense of smell. If you think the smell is strong, you can step back." Lin Yuan said, moved the stool, sat beside the bed, and took Yu Lao's pulse.
After a while, Lin Yuan put down Yu Lao's arm, sniffed it gently, and then gently opened Yu Lao's hospital gown.
On his rugged back, a carbuncle as big as a bowl appeared in front of Lin Yuan.