"Doctor, is Doctor Fang here?" a tall man asked politely.
Judging from his accent, he should be from the nearby suburbs.
He was tall, slightly hunched, and his face was covered in dust.
"We don't have a Doctor Fang here," Zheng Ren said.
"…" The two men were confused.
They were a little timid, especially when they were facing a doctor in a white coat. They could not even speak properly.
Perhaps in their eyes, a doctor in a white coat was not an angel, and they were not familiar with that kind of thing.
All doctors were powerful figures who could decide whether people could stay in the world of the living or go to hell. Therefore, with such a simple mindset, they naturally had a fear of doctors.
Perhaps it was more accurate to describe it as awe.
Seeing their lips trembling slightly but unable to say a word, Zheng Ren immediately showed a gentle smile on his face. "Come in and talk. Don't stand on ceremony. Who sent you here? "
The two men followed Zheng Ren into the office.
The bright and clean office made them even more nervous, afraid of messing up and dirtying the place.
Zheng Ren asked again, and the tall man finally said, "Doctor Zhou from the orthopedics department asked us to come. He said he wanted to see Doctor Fang."
The answer was messy, and Zheng Ren still did not get any clues. However, if it was Doctor Zhou from the orthopedics department …
Zheng Ren picked up the phone and made a call.
"Brother Zhou, it's Zheng Ren."
"Yes, two patients. They said they wanted to see Doctor Fang."
"Oh, I see. What illness? "
After a few simple exchanges, Zheng Ren put down the phone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
It turned out that Doctor Zhou had asked them to look for Zheng Ren, perhaps because they were nervous, and they thought that Doctor Zheng was Doctor Fang.
Zheng Ren cursed silently. Could the word 'Fang' be used the other way around?
However, patients were usually very nervous when they arrived at the hospital. Some were nervous about their own illness, some were in awe of the hospital, and so on.
Therefore, it was not a big deal to mishear and remember things wrongly.
"Have a seat. Doctor Zhou asked you to look for me. My surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Ren. " Zheng Ren tried to use a gentle smile to calm the two men's nervousness, but the effect … was still not obvious.
"I heard from Doctor Zhou that it's stage one aseptic necrosis of the femoral head? Who is the patient? "Zheng Ren went straight to the point.
"Me," another shorter man said, "I feel pain in my hip bone when I start to hide for the winter. It's fine if you don't move, but once you move, it hurts even more. It's a piercing pain. "
"Do you have any films?" Zheng Ren already knew the patient's condition from the System panel on the upper right corner of his vision. However, he still had to look at the scans and ask the patient questions. This was a hospital. Zheng Ren did not want to give off the impression that he was a witch doctor.
"Yes, yes." The tall man took out a plastic bag, opened it, and carefully took out a few pieces of film.
Zheng Ren was more or less helpless when it was preserved in such a manner.
It is best to store the film in a cool, flat place.
If it was rolled up like this, it would be easy to put it away and hold it, but it would be very difficult to insert it into the film viewer to watch the film.
Zheng Ren did not say anything to the two brothers. They were already very nervous. If he said that they had done something wrong, he was afraid that it would be difficult to ask about their medical history.
"Did it hurt before?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No, it started from the cat winter."
Cat winter was an old saying in the northeast. It was too cold outside in winter, so they could only 'hide' at home, so it was called cat winter.
Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films. He had a little understanding of orthopedic magnetic resonance imaging, but he did not know much. He could only get a general idea.
There were signs of aseptic necrosis of the femoral head, but it was not serious.
Chief Zhou of the orthopedic department said that this kind of first-stage aseptic necrosis of the femoral head did not require surgery. If they replaced the hip, the cost would be too high and the patient could not afford it. Secondly, it was not necessary at all. He had just returned from further training, and the hospitals in the Imperial Capital used interventional treatment.
Because Zheng Ren had performed interventional hemostasis on two cases of pelvic fractures, he had an impression of Zheng Ren.
They did not need to deal with the related patients, so they sent them over to Zheng Ren for consultation.
"Have you suffered any external injuries?"
"No."
"Do you have the habit of standing on one leg with your left leg?"
"No."
"Then have you taken any medicine?"
"No."
"No, brother. Didn't you take Little White Pills when you were busy with the farm?" The tall man immediately corrected him.
Little White Pills? Zheng Ren quickly had the answer in his heart.
"Yes, but what does that have to do with my leg pain?" the short man said.
"Is it dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.
"…"
"…"
The two men were dumbfounded. What … What dexamethasone? What the hell was that?
"Is there any Little White Pills at home?" Zheng Ren asked.
Seeing Zheng Ren's serious expression, the two men were a little afraid and their hands began to tremble involuntarily. Could it be that the Little White Pills were some kind of poison?
Zheng Ren immediately realized that he was too impatient. This would cause them a lot of psychological pressure.
After calming himself down, Zheng Ren pretended to be indifferent and sat down. As he opened the workstation on the computer, he said, "It's nothing. It's just a small problem. Call home and ask what Xiao Bai's pills are. "
"Okay." The tall man relaxed a little and picked up his phone to call home.
A few minutes later, he looked at Zheng Ren with a face full of admiration.
"Doctor Zheng, you really are a miracle doctor. The Little White Pills are dexamethasone."
Zheng Ren did not feel happy because of the miracle doctor's praise. Instead, he felt more helpless.
"Why do you take the dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's very tiring during the busy farming season. I heard from the villagers that after taking the dexamethasone … Little White Pills, they don't feel tired anymore." The short man answered nervously, "It's very effective. I feel especially energetic and full of energy the next day."
Zheng Ren nodded and thought about the treatment plan.
Seeing that Zheng Ren was silent, the short man asked anxiously, "Doctor Zheng, is it a terminal illness? Is it bone cancer? If it's bone cancer, I won't treat it. "
"No, it won't die," Zheng Ren answered straightforwardly, even a little rudely.
However, this kind of answer could give the patient confidence.
Hearing that it was not bone cancer, the short man's expression immediately relaxed.
"That quack doctor in the village told me it's bone cancer. I'll kill him when I get back." Zheng Ren was in a good mood as he joked with the tall man.
"It's not bone cancer, but it's still very troublesome," Zheng Ren said. "It's aseptic necrosis of the femoral head."
"What's a femoral … What's aseptic necrosis?"
"It's that your hippocampus is ischemic and many blood vessels are blocked. It's like farming. If you don't water the field, how can it grow? "Zheng Ren tried to explain in layman's terms.
This time, the short man understood.
"To treat it, you can't take the Little White Pills first," Zheng Ren said with certainty. "Then, you need surgery."
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