"Mom, let's go over now."
"It's time? Oh, let's go. "Cao Lu, the district mayor's wife, sat up. She felt a little dizzy as she looked at the white walls and the room full of people.
Her son, daughter-in-law, daughter, son-in-law, nephew, and niece-in-law were all here. Besides, her maternal cousin had always been close to her family, and this time, she accompanied them all the way.
Although there was no shortage of people around her, Cao Lu still felt uneasy.
Synovitis was not serious, but she had been suffering from synovitis for more than thirty years. She had always been treated conservatively, and during that period, she had been unable to walk properly until she was bedridden. This time, she did not recover on her own.
When she thought about the possibility of being bedridden forever, how could Cao Lu feel at ease?
No matter how many people there were around her, and no matter how convenient a wheelchair was, it was not as comfortable as walking on her own. Besides, there was a group of people surrounding the ward now, and there were even more people who could not squeeze in. But Cao Lu knew that once her husband retired as the district mayor, it would not be easy for her son and daughter to come often.
"Aunt, you don't have to worry. Didn't we find Academician Zhu now? With him treating you, you'll only need to rest for a period of time, and your legs will be fine. " Cao Lu's niece-in-law was good with words, and she was a junior that Cao Lu liked more.
But today, Cao Lu could not feel happy no matter what. She only said gloomily, "Academician Zhu can also make people die. If I'm sick, I'm sick. Sigh … Why did it have to be my kneecap? I don't care even if I lose an arm. "
"Mom, at most, we can let Academician Zhu operate on us. We can go back and rest for a few months to half a year, and we'll be fine." As her son, he had always been in favor of surgery, but Cao Lu was still afraid.
This time, Cao Lu relented. "It'll be fine as long as I can recover."
Cao Lu came to the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center in Shanghai to consult about surgery. Otherwise, why would she need to leave Changxi Province? If it were in the province, especially in Yun Hua, she could find any expert she needed to do anything inconvenient.
This time, if it were not for the help of the water conservancy director who always came to deliver fish, she would not have been able to contact Academician Zhu. To be honest, Cao Lu was looking forward to this even more.
A famous doctor should have the airs of a famous doctor. If he treated every patient that came, how many patients could a famous doctor see in a year? Cao Lu didn't believe that he, as the wife of the Cangping District's district mayor, would be capable of anything if he couldn't even make the mayor lose face.
In the consulting room.
Academician Zhu sat quietly. He held a book in his hand and read it leisurely.
When it came to being busy, Academician Zhu was indeed quite busy. He had to travel around the country and even around the world all year round. He had to go back and forth between hospitals, schools, and government offices every day. He also had to perform surgeries to maintain his hand sensitivity, teach students, read research papers, and do experiments and write research papers …
However, Academician Zhu actually had some free time while he was working.
Just like now, while waiting for the patient, he could read leisurely.
He was already seventy years old. Although he was healthy and could still perform surgeries on the stage, everyone knew that it was impossible for him to walk in a hurry like a young man and perform surgery after surgery.
Academician Zhu's approach was to reduce the quantity and increase the quality.
It was like performing surgeries. In a year, including guided surgeries, he would only perform around one hundred surgeries. The number of patients he saw was also strictly controlled.
However, in terms of quality, Academician Zhu tried his best to increase it.
For example, although he had a lot of work to do now, Academician Zhu would rather sit in the consulting room and wait for the patient than the patient sitting and waiting for him.
Only those young doctors in their forties or fifties would think that saving time to see more patients was the right thing to do.
Only when he was older would he know that saving time to see more patients would only cause him more trouble, offend more people, and damage the doctor-patient relationship.
No patient cared about how many patients he saw in a day and how many more patients he saw. Even if he himself benefited from it, he did not care.
The patients only knew that if you were in a hurry, you would reduce their consultation time, increase their waiting time, and lower their medical conditions …
Cao Lu sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in by her son.
"Coming." When Academician Zhu heard the door open, he put down the book in his hand.
"Academician Zhu." Cao Lu quickly greeted him.
Other than her son, there was also the attending physician and the resident doctor in charge of the bed who followed behind her.
A normal chief physician's ward round and Academician Zhu's diagnosis and treatment were obviously two different concepts.
Academician Zhu did not care about the doctors, but he was kind to Cao Lu. He patted the examination bed in front of him and said, "Sit up. Can you come up by yourself?"
Cao Lu stood up with difficulty. In the end, with the help of her son, she lay on the examination bed.
At the same time, the two doctors who came with her inserted all kinds of scans into the light box.
Nowadays, all kinds of scans could be retrieved from the hospital system.
The hospital system of the Orthopedic and Sports Medicine Center was especially expensive, but the effect was very good.
However, old doctors like Academician Zhu still liked to look at scans in the traditional way, so the doctors under him could only obediently prepare the light box and physical scans for them.
"MRI, CT, and X-ray have all been taken … Hmm, let me do a simple examination." Academician Zhu had actually glanced through Cao Lu's medical imaging data before. At this time, he looked at it again and began to do a physical examination.
Cao Lu looked at Academician Zhu a little nervously.
She had been sick for so many years, and she had read a lot of related information and read a lot of related information. A few years ago, Cao Lu wanted to see Academician Zhu for treatment, but she did not succeed.
This time, she put all her hope on Academician Zhu.
"Have you been receiving conservative treatment?" Academician Zhu's focus was not on the condition itself.
The condition was clear, and the treatment plan was also very accurate, but the patient's attitude was the decisive factor.
"I've done many kinds of treatment. Western medicine, Chinese medicine, injections, and medicine have all been tried. " Cao Lu explained a little uneasily, "My knee didn't hurt so much before. I used some medicine, and I could walk for a while. Later, the pain got worse, so I asked the driver to pick me up, and I tried to rest more … Now, it's mainly because it's too painful, and I'm almost unable to take care of myself. "
"Hmm, so what do you think now?"
"Conservative treatment. Can it be cured?" Cao Lu asked tentatively.
Academician Zhu smiled. "It's hard to say. I'll definitely have to increase the dosage. The side effects will be greater, and the effect might not be good."
"Then, can it be cured after surgery?"
"It's definitely impossible for you to recover to how you looked when you were young. It's still relatively easy for you to walk and take care of yourself."
"But I heard that after surgery, the knee joint won't last for a few years."
"It's possible." Academician Zhu nodded, but he smiled and said, "But for now, the mobility of your knee is already very poor. The benefits of surgery are still very great."
Cao Lu was a little hesitant.
Her son could not help but say, "Mom, Academician Zhu is here, why are you still worried?"
Cao Lu was the one who was closely involved in the situation. At this time, she suddenly realized something and quickly said, "Academician Zhu, I'm sorry, I'm just a little afraid of surgery. But if you really think that I should have surgery, then I'll do it. "
Academician Zhu nodded. "Synovitis surgery is very simple. We can do it with arthroscopy now. The trauma is small, and the recovery is good."
"Um … Academician Zhu, can you do it for me?"
"I can do it." Academician Zhu paused for a moment and asked, "But why don't you ask Ling Ran to do the surgery? He's better at arthroscopy than I am. "
After the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique was created, Academician Zhu never avoided praising Ling Ran.
He was almost seventy years old, and it was meaningless to emphasize his surgical skills. In comparison, Academician Zhu was very willing to praise Ling Ran.
Moreover, Ling Ran was also worthy of his praise.
Cao Lu and her son were a little stunned. They asked hesitantly, "Doctor Ling Ran seems to be very young."
"Surgery is not only about experience, but also about talent and intelligence. Liu Weichen was my patient before, and after the surgery plan was confirmed, Ling Ran was the one who performed it. " Academician Zhu smiled and said, "How about this? You can learn more about it. If you really want me to do it, I'll do it. If you have other ideas, we can talk again, okay? "
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