Li Mingyang first took out a thermometer from the medical kit brought by the stewardess, clamped it under the patient's armpit, and then checked his pupils, tongue coating and other parts.
After completing a series of examinations, he looked at the thermometer again and said, "The patient has a high fever caused by a cold. It has now reached 39 degrees Celsius. No wonder he suddenly fell into coma."
The middle-aged woman quickly said: "Dean Li, you are absolutely right. My husband and I went to Jiangnan City to play. We played too late last night and he caught a cold.
I felt a little feverish and dizzy when I went out in the morning. I thought it was just a minor cold and didn't take it seriously, so I got on the plane. I didn't expect it to become so serious all of a sudden.
"As expected of the vice president, he found the cause of the disease so quickly..."
"Of course, haven't you heard that he is an expert in internal medicine? Treating this is a piece of cake."
"Fortunately, Vice President Li is here. If we let that young man just mess around, he might really get killed..."
People were bored sitting around on the plane, so they gathered around, chatting while eating melon and watching a show. While praising Li Mingyang, they also didn't forget to step on Ye Bufan.
Li Mingyang said: "It doesn't matter, don't worry, it's not a big problem.
Let him reduce his fever now and transfer him to our hospital as soon as he gets off the plane. I will then conduct further examination and treatment on the patient."
"Okay, thank you, Dean Li."
As the middle-aged woman spoke, she glanced at Ye Bufan with a complicated expression.
Others thought she was embarrassed about the young man, and no one took it to heart.
Li Mingyang put the thermometer into the first aid box, took out two antipyretics from it and said: "Give this antipyretic medicine to the patient first, and the fever will be reduced soon."
Hearing what he said, the flight attendant quickly opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.
The middle-aged woman took the pills and water and then gave the middle-aged man the medicine.
At this time, Ye Bufan next to him said: "Wait a minute, the patient is not suitable for taking antipyretics at this time."
Li Mingyang frowned, looked at him and said, "What do you mean?"
Ye Bufan said: "Although the patient has a cold, it is not caused by a cold at all. If you give him anti-fever medicine at this time, it will not only fail to reduce the fever, but will also aggravate the condition."
Li Mingyang's frown deepened, "Young man, he has a high fever caused by a cold. Do you question my diagnosis?"
"Yeah, you really didn't voluntarily do your best. You didn't look at who he was. He is the deputy director of the Central Hospital. Is the diagnosis he made wrong?"
"Today's young people think about being in the limelight all day long. They don't know how to keep their feet on the ground, and they don't know who they are. They are internal medicine experts. You can't question them..."
"He has no hair on his lips and is not reliable at work. Young people are just unreliable. Fortunately, he was not diagnosed just now, otherwise he might have developed some disease..."
Faced with Ye Bufan's opposition, everyone unanimously sided with Li Mingyang.
Li Mingyang ignored Ye Bufan and even felt that talking to such a young man was beneath his status.
He said to the middle-aged woman: "Believe me, nothing will happen."
Everyone else was also talking: "High fever is no joke. Listen to Dean Li and give him medicine as soon as possible."
"Yes, Dean Li is still reliable, but don't listen to that young man."
"A high fever must be brought down as soon as possible. This is common sense to normal people. Take medicine quickly, otherwise it will easily burn out your brain or lungs."
The middle-aged woman glanced at Ye Bufan again with a complicated expression, but under the shouts of everyone around her, she finally fed the middle-aged man two tablets of antipyretic medicine.
Ye Bufan shook his head helplessly: "The medicine is not effective at all if it doesn't treat the symptoms, and it will aggravate the symptoms."
"It's not over yet, is it? You have studied medical skills for a few days and know a few problems. Am I not as good as you?"
His words made Li Dongyang extremely dissatisfied. He was a dignified deputy dean, how could he let a young man point fingers in front of him.
Moreover, the other party is a Chinese medicine practitioner, and he is extremely resistant to Chinese medicine in his heart. He believes that Chinese medicine never cures diseases and is completely hyped without any scientific basis.
"That's right, it's obvious that I was wrong, yet I still have to hold on here..."
"Young man, please apologize to Dean Li. You are still far from learning those things..."
"It's true that the ignorant are fearless. Let's learn more from Dean Li in the future, otherwise it will be too late by the time someone loses his life."
The stewardess was also extremely dissatisfied with his performance and stepped forward and said, "Sir, could you please go back to your seat?"
Seeing that no one believed in him, Ye Bufan shook his head.
"The patient's condition will seriously worsen in five minutes. Just wait for emergency treatment. If not handled properly, someone will be killed."
After saying that, he returned to his seat, fastened his seat belt, and began to close his eyes and meditate again.
"I want to save face, even though I was obviously wrong, I still pretend to be like a miracle doctor."
"No matter how old you are, even if you learn medical skills right after you are born, you still can't compare with Dean Li..."
"That's right, what a young man like Dean Li can do..."
Although the value of social experts has plummeted now, people still choose to believe in Li Dongyang compared to Ye Bufan.
As time passed, the middle-aged man lying on the ground looked much better after taking the antipyretic medicine, and his painful expression seemed to have relaxed.
Li Dongyang said confidently: "Did you see it? This is the symptom of high fever caused by a cold. It couldn't be more typical. Now I'm much better after taking antipyretics."
After saying that, he took out the thermometer again and put it into the patient's armpit, hoping to use facts to prove that his diagnosis was correct.
But at this moment, about 5 minutes after Ye Bufan said what he said, the patient suddenly developed new symptoms.
The expression on his face became miserable, and foam came out of the corner of his mouth from time to time. Not only did the symptoms of his condition no longer improve, but on the contrary, it worsened a lot.
"Dean Li, what's wrong with my husband?"
Seeing the man's appearance, the middle-aged woman suddenly panicked.
"Don't worry, I'll take a look at the situation and then talk about it."
With a serious look on his face, Li Dongyang reached out and took out the thermometer again. He looked at it and found that the scale on it had reached 40 degrees, which was much higher than before.
"What's going on? I took antipyretic medicine, but why didn't it go away? On the contrary, the fever got worse?"
He glanced at the time on his phone, and it happened to be the 5 minutes Ye Bufan said. What happened? Could it be that what the young man said was true and that he had really been misdiagnosed?
Then he shook his head again, driving this ridiculous thought out of his mind.
I have been practicing medicine for so many years and am a well-known internal medicine expert in the imperial capital. How could I possibly get a misdiagnosis?
Even if he was really misdiagnosed, the young man would not notice it. The coincidence must be just a coincidence.
At this time, the flight attendant next to me also became nervous: "Dean Li, is this a normal reaction?"
Li Dongyang checked the patient's condition again and confirmed his diagnosis again.
"Don't worry, the condition is probably too severe and the dose of antipyretic medicine is not enough. Just increase it and it will be fine."
After saying this, he took out a piece of antipyretic medicine and poured mineral water into the patient's mouth.
