"He seems...his surname is Lin." Chen Xiang was slightly surprised.
"That's right. Lian Lao, the secretary's father, was hospitalized before. All the experts in our hospital were at a loss to do anything. They took X-rays and performed gastroscopy. They also used medicine and checked the cause of the disease, but there was no effect at all. Lin
Yu took action and cured the disease in less than ten minutes, and also cured Lian Lao's old stomach problem."
"You don't know that now even the old man can eat three-quarters more at a meal than before, and he also has two ounces of wine a day, which makes him live a very nourishing life. This would have been impossible in the past."
Yang sighed as he talked, Lin Yu was a talent, but it was a pity that the hospital failed to retain him.
"No way, just that young man?" Yan Daihe said in disbelief.
"That's him. I recognize this handwriting. He is a truly expert person." Yang said as he called several experts and asked, "What are the results of your examination?"
"It's appendicitis, surgery will do." The leading expert said.
"What did Lin Yu say? Can you elaborate?" Yang turned around and asked.
"He said that the old man has a pancreas problem, and now because the pancreas causes hyperglycemia, surgery cannot be performed." Lin Bo replied.
"Check your blood sugar immediately and check your pancreas." Yang said solemnly.
"Dean Yang, this is not necessary. We have already investigated and found that Mr. Chen's most serious condition is in his appendix, which has now caused perforation. What we need to do now is to operate on Mr. Chen." An expert wondered.
said.
"Do as I say. If Mr. Chen really has hyperglycemia caused by pancreatitis and his blood sugar remains high, the surgical wound cannot heal in time. If something goes wrong, are you responsible?" Yang
Seriously.
"Yes, we will investigate immediately."
This expert is also an authoritative figure. Now Yang's words are tantamount to questioning his medical skills. Although he is extremely unhappy, he still has to do what Yang said. Why? He is the dean, and the official level is overwhelming.
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Although he slandered Yang in his mind that he didn't know any medical skills, he still had to investigate according to Yang's words.
The first thing to check was blood sugar. When a doctor held a small blood glucose meter with data on it, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.
"Professor Li, Mr. Chen's blood sugar is very high, 28 points." The doctor said with some horror.
A normal person's blood sugar level should be between 5 and 6 o'clock on an empty stomach, and it should not exceed eight o'clock even after a meal. Now Mr. Chen's blood sugar level has reached nearly 30 o'clock, which is already off the charts.
"What? So high? Check for pancreatic problems immediately." The senior expert in charge was startled, and cold sweat started to flow from his forehead.
It was definitely a misdiagnosis just now. If it was just ordinary appendicitis, it would never have caused the blood sugar to rise so quickly. There must be other reasons.
All the doctors in the room were busy at once. Misdiagnosis was a common occurrence, but the problem was that the identity of the old man in front of him was extraordinary.
Who is Mr. Chen? Mr. Chen can be said to support half of the economy of Jiangnan. Regardless of his status as a representative, just because of his status as the current helmsman of the Chen Group, if he falls, Jiangnan’s economy will
Almost half the sky collapsed.
Are people of this status allowed to misdiagnose? The expert team was all sweating, and for a moment they seemed to see their own gloomy future.
"Have the results come out? How are they?" Everyone in the Chen family is more anxious than anyone else. The old man is the backbone of the entire Chen family. Nothing can happen to him. Otherwise, the unprepared Chen Group will definitely be looked down upon by other families.
Anyone can take a bite of a piece of fat meat.
"It was checked...the result is acute pancreatitis." A doctor said tremblingly as he took the result.
You know, the mortality rate of this kind of acute pancreatitis is extremely high, and the entire expert team was at a loss what to do.
"How to treat it?" Chen Xiang shouted.
"This... we suggest that we send a special plane to the capital immediately. There may be a glimmer of hope." said an old expert.
"A glimmer of hope? Does it mean that our old man's condition has reached a critical juncture?" Chen Ping was furious. He wanted to strangle these old experts to death.
When the special mother came, everyone was more pretentious than anyone else, and they were experts and authorities. They concluded that the old man's illness was appendicitis and was not serious.
After repeated treatment, not only was it not cured, but now it has become acute pancreatitis, and it has reached a critical juncture. Now, is it too late for them to turn to the imperial capital for treatment?
"Transfer to the hospital first, and immediately invite experts from Jiangnan Sanatorium to the hospital for joint consultation." Yang was also anxious. He knew that what the expert just said was a recommendation.
Usually, when encountering seriously ill patients, the hospital will definitely recommend transferring to another hospital or going to a higher-level hospital for treatment. Now the experts at the central hospital are helpless about the disease, so the experts are used to passing the buck, but you don’t even look at what this is.
Is this a place that can tolerate you if you can’t cure a disease? Can it tolerate you pushing patients around?
"Dean Yang, my father's illness..." Brother Chen stepped forward and asked.
"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen's condition, I can only say that I have to do my best and let fate. This kind of acute pancreatitis has a very high mortality rate, so..." Yang couldn't continue.
Chen Xiang and Chen Ping were shocked. When these words came out of Yang's mouth, it meant that their father's condition had reached a very serious stage. They couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
"Perhaps Lin Yu will have a way." Yang looked at the prescription in his hand and his eyes lit up.
"But at such a young age, is he reliable?" Chen Ping asked.
"Now Mr. Lian has recognized him as his godson. If he were really an ordinary person, would Mr. Lian value him so much?" Yang said.
"Does Mr. Lian recognize him as his godson?" Chen Xiang was surprised. There is no need to say more about Mr. Lian's identity. If that is the case, they really missed the master today.
"Then Dean Yang, please go over and help our Chen family to invite him." Yan Daihe said.
"This... I'm afraid it won't work." Yang smiled bitterly: "That young man is an expert. I tried to keep him in the hospital but I didn't keep him. If your attitude just now was a little bad, I'm afraid I can't do it.
, I think you should go to the Eighth Clinic in person..."
Eight Clinics.
Lin Yu sat there as if nothing had happened. There were not many patients in the afternoon, but as soon as Lin Yu came back, there were more patients in the clinic. However, most of these neighbors came here because of their reputation, and it was not Lin Yu who didn't see them.
Although Li Xiang rarely had a break, he felt that he was slowly being marginalized. This place used to be centered on himself.
But since Lin Yu came, all those sweet little nurses who usually like to talk to him about nothing have come to Lin Yu's side, and now no one cares about him.
Looking at Lin Yu's handsome face, Li Xiang really wanted to pick up a knife and disfigure him.
Lin Yu sees doctors very quickly. Most of the old neighbors in front of him have some stubborn illnesses. Although they are not serious, they are very difficult to deal with.
"Dr. Xiao Lin, please help me with my old rheumatism. It has been here for many years. As soon as my legs hurt, it will rain immediately, which is more accurate than the weather forecast." An old lady sat down in front of Lin Yu and said.
"Old man, you don't have rheumatism." Lin Yu put a hand on her wrist and understood the situation.
"It's not rheumatism? What is that? I used to treat rheumatism with the same methods, and some medicines are also effective." The old lady was surprised.
"Your leg is the root cause of the disease during confinement. Think about it carefully. When you were young and confinement, did you let this leg come into contact with cold water or anything?" Ye Haoxuan asked.
"Well... I've had it before. I remember when I gave birth to my eldest son, I was still on the production team. At that time, the whole nation was engaged in the Great Leap Forward. The atmosphere was very good and everyone was very motivated. Before I was out of confinement, I went to work in the paddy fields with my son's father.
Alive." The old lady recalled.
"That's it, confinement disease. Your condition probably didn't show up immediately. That's because you were in good health at that time, so you didn't take it seriously. But the root cause of the disease has been eliminated, and problems will appear as you get older."
As he spoke, Ye Haoxuan picked up the golden needle and asked the old lady to roll up her trouser legs. Then, while giving the old lady acupuncture, he said: "The medicine you take is to treat rheumatic leg disease. In fact, most medicines are used to treat rheumatic leg disease."
A sign of illness, it is actually a painkiller in itself.”
"You feel less pain in your legs when you take the medicine, but you feel the pain as soon as you stop taking the medicine. That's why." Ye Haoxuan said while performing the acupuncture, and after finishing the acupuncture, he took off the needle.
"So that's it. No wonder it feels lighter as soon as you take the medicine and hurts after you stop taking it. It turns out this is an analgesic. That Shang is such a bastard." The old lady suddenly realized.
"Okay, how do you feel?" Ye Haoxuan looked at the light rain outside and said, "I'm afraid you, the weather forecaster, will no longer be accurate in the future."
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It really doesn't hurt anymore." The old lady stood up and tried to walk a few steps and then said in surprise: "It really doesn't hurt anymore, Dr. Xiaolin, you are really amazing."
"Prescribe a few medicines and you'll be fine after taking them a few times." Lin Yu wrote down the prescription and gave it to the old lady.
"Dr. Xiaolin can even diagnose confinement syndrome decades ago. You are amazing. You are indeed a miracle doctor. I will recognize you if I feel unwell in the future." The old lady picked up the prescription with admiration and ran to the side to grab the medicine.
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"Old man, you don't need to take your pulse. You have whooping cough. According to Chinese medicine, it is wind-cold blocking the collaterals. You have been coughing for quite a few days."
Lin Yu smiled when the second patient stretched out his wrist.
"Yeah, I've been coughing for half a month, but it hasn't worked. It's so bad that I can tell without checking my pulse. I'm afraid your master, Mr. Yang, can't do it either. A person is better than a person who has a skill." The second patient said with admiration.
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"The cough is minor, but your arthritis needs to be looked at. Are your feet feeling cold recently and your legs unable to bend or stretch?" Lin Yu asked while writing the prescription.