Boss Zheng, why don't I sense any special aura from you? " Master Yan was concerned about this matter. "Ancient language. Extraordinary people have extraordinary appearances. I was wrong about you today."
"Boss, are you sure? Let me touch it, "Su Yun said curiously as he walked over.
"Here, there are nodules on the scalp and a nodule-like swelling of the temporal artery. Typical signs." Zheng Ren touched a spot and beckoned Su Yun to take a look.
Master Yan was stunned.
He had roamed the martial arts world for decades. No matter where he went, as long as he revealed his identity, everyone would treat him with respect.
How did he become a patient today, and it was the kind of rare disease that a doctor would call for others to take a look at after seeing it?
Su Yun touched the spot Zheng Ren had just touched and said, "Indeed, the temporal artery is pulsating weakly and has a nodule-like swelling. Consider temporal arteritis, a visual impairment caused by insufficient blood supply. Huh? That's not right. Why do I feel a temporal artery malformation? "
"It's not a malformation. It should be a small thrombus formed after stenosis," Zheng Ren said. "It's been a long time. I don't know if the thrombus can be removed."
"Is it the same as Sister Lin's?" Su Yun asked.
"More or less," Zheng Ren said. "But Sister Lin was treated in time and the blood vessels opened up quickly, so the impact was almost zero. Although the old man's artery is not completely blocked, surgery can't be done. "
"Surgery can't be done." Su Yun was a little disappointed.
In his opinion, surgery was still a clean and neat operation. Internal medicine, on the other hand, was much slower to recover and could not produce immediate results.
Zheng Ren also knew what he was thinking, but the disease was not something he could do just because he wanted to.
Treatment depended on the patient's own condition in the end.
One after another, the two of them had already told each other about the surgery.
"Boss Zheng, wait a moment." Song Ying smiled bitterly and said, "What disease is it?"
"Giant cell arteritis. The cause of this disease is unknown. The biggest risk factor for giant cell arteritis is old age. It never occurs before the age of 50, and the incidence of giant cell arteritis increases steadily after that, "Zheng Ren said.
"Older people are more likely to get this disease?"
"Generally speaking, that's the case. I don't know how to prevent it. But don't worry. If there's a problem, go to the hospital. As long as it's a good Class Three Grade A hospital, they can diagnose it, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"…" Master Yan sat in his chair, not saying a word.
"A headache is the main symptom of a temporal arteritis caused by giant cells invading the temporal artery." Zheng Ren continued, "It's usually tension pain on one or both sides of the temporal region, forehead, or occipital region, or superficial burning pain, or paroxysmal tearing pain.
The painful part of the skin is red and swollen with tenderness. Sometimes you can touch the scalp nodule or the nodule-like swelling superficial temporal artery. "
At this point, he paused and asked, "Master Yan? Shall we go to the hospital together? "
Going to the hospital now?
Song Ying smiled bitterly and looked at Zheng Ren.
He was really a doctor. Apart from treating patients, he didn't think about anything else.
The person being checked was a famous Geomaster.
If a person like a Geomaster did not know about it, he might never know about it. But those who knew about it were basically all rich and powerful people. They treated Geomasters as distinguished guests, giving them pointers on Yin and Yang and Fengshui.
However, in Boss Zheng's eyes, he was nothing. He was just a patient.
This was disrespectful to Master Yan.
However, looking at Master Yan's attitude toward Boss Zheng, his previous worries had long since disappeared.
However, was it really appropriate for Boss Zheng to treat Master Yan as a patient?
"Go to the hospital? Master Yan? "Zheng Ren said softly, feeling like he was talking to a chef in a restaurant.
Master Yan thought for a moment and asked softly, "Can it be cured?"
"I can't guarantee it, but I can try," Zheng Ren said.
Master Yan did not think much. He stood up and said, "Then let's go take a look."
"Master …" the young man suddenly said.
"What is it?"
"If you want to have surgery, do you need to tell Senior?"
"I'm not old enough to tell him anything. Also, didn't Boss Zheng say there's no need for surgery? "Although Master Yan was thin and withered, he had a romantic temperament with every move he made.
He reached out and gently hit the young man's head. "You're impatient. You don't listen carefully to what Boss Zheng says."
The young man did not speak and silently followed beside him.
"Thank you for everything," Master Yan cupped his hands and said to Zheng Ren.
"It's a small matter. Let's do a vascular Doppler ultrasound first. We'll talk about it after the surgery is done," Zheng Ren said politely.
The dinner that had been prepared was directly omitted.
Driving back to the 912, Su Yun first contacted the chief resident on duty in the ultrasound room.
Vascular ultrasound was not done at night. If he wanted to do an examination immediately, he needed to inform him first.
However, Zheng Ren could do it himself. It was just a machine. It was not a big deal. Anyway, there was no need to queue up and it did not take up personnel. It was a small matter.
Master Yan was at ease and did not stubbornly refuse Zheng Ren's request.
It was unknown if he still wanted to continue to observe and find the reason why he had recognized the wrong person or if it was because of the contents of the letter sent by Song Moxu.
The transcranial Doppler ultrasound showed that the flow of the bilateral ophthalmic arteries and the right superficial temporal artery had slowed down significantly. The initial diagnosis was temporal arteritis.
"Old sir, are you going to go home for treatment or stay in the Imperial Capital?" Zheng Ren asked politely.
"I've already seen it. It's just that I made a mistake," Master Yan said with a smile. "Let's go back. I still have to trouble you to write a treatment for me."
"I thought you didn't believe in Western medicine."
"I believe you. It has nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine," Master Yan said with a smile as he followed Zheng Ren out of the color Doppler ultrasound room.
His steps were steady. It was impossible to tell that he was 84 years old. The most important thing was that he could not see what the eyes could not see and how it would affect him.
'This old man can be considered a strange person,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
"Su Yun, help me write it down," Zheng Ren said.
"Oh, wait a moment." Su Yun went to borrow a pen and paper and made a gesture. Zheng Ren began to say, "Dexamethasone 10mg intravenous drip once a day. Use B vitamins and pay attention to blood sugar control."
Su Yun wrote up to this point and handed the A4 paper in his hand to the young man beside Master Yan.
"Is it done?" the young man asked in surprise.
"Yes, what else do you want to use?" Su Yun said.
"Isn't it just oral vitamins and hormones?" the young man said disdainfully.
It seemed that he also knew a little about medical treatment.
"It's not a serious illness. These treatments are enough." Su Yun slapped the A4 paper into the young man's hand and said, "Go back and follow the treatment written here. Report the condition on time."
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