"Little brat, don't talk too much," Su Yun said. "There's a lot you don't know."
"Then what's your diagnosis?" Lin Yuan ignored Su Yun's provocation and asked directly.
"Not yet. I'm looking at it."
As the two of them spoke, they followed Zheng Ren's mouse and looked at the video information.
After reading the entire article, Zheng Ren did not have any good ideas.
He hesitated for a moment and switched the radiographic films to the chest CT. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at it carefully.
"Boss, do you suspect constrictive pericarditis?" Su Yun asked.
"There is constriction. I think we can find the problem if we do an echocardiogram. But pericarditis can't be said. There doesn't seem to be any armor-like hardening changes, "Zheng Ren said as he pointed at the computer screen.
Constrictive pericarditis was a disease in which the heart was surrounded by dense and thick fibrosis or depleted pericardium, causing the ventricular filling to be limited during diastole and causing a series of circulatory disorders.
"Constrictive pericarditis is mainly characterized by shortness of breath, palpitations, chest tightness, abdominal distension, and lower limb edema. There are some signs on the imaging, but the patient does not have similar complaints, so it's not considered," Lin Yuan said.
Chief Yu was a little emotional. He thought about it slowly and could still think of the various symptoms of constrictive pericarditis. However, he was definitely not as fast as the girl beside Chief Zheng.
She seemed to say it without thinking. Perhaps in her heart, she had already ruled out this diagnosis.
Her basic knowledge was simply too solid.
"That's not necessarily true." Su Yun looked at the radiographic films and was a little stunned. He was not arguing with Lin Yuan but talking to Zheng Ren.
"Yes, there's a problem here. Let's go see the patient!" Zheng Ren stood up suddenly.
"Boss Zheng, what are you thinking about?" Chief Yu asked quickly.
"There's nothing to think about. Let's go see the patient," Zheng Ren said.
Chief Yu was also a little surprised.
In his heart, Chief Zheng was already synonymous with omnipotence. After Chief Zheng finished looking at the radiographic films, shouldn't he just explain the condition clearly?
However, since Chief Zheng said to go see the patient, he would just go and take a look.
After turning off the computer, Chief Yu brought Zheng Ren and the others to the special needs ward.
"How's Daoist Wang's son?" Zheng Ren only remembered this matter when he arrived at the special needs ward.
"He's fine," Su Yun said. Su Yun said, "After the surgery, there was some postoperative pain, but it wasn't as regular as before."
Zheng Ren nodded. Since it was fine, there was no need for him to look.
The rest of the matter would be discussed by Yan Shifu and Taoist Wang. It had nothing to do with him.
Arriving at a ward, Director Yu knocked on the door and entered.
An old man in his seventies was standing by the window, looking into the distance.
Seeing Mr. Yu come in, he said with a smile, "Mr. Yu, you came to see me. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's my duty, Mr. Chang," Chief Yu said politely.
The patient looked at Zheng Ren and asked with a smile, "These are …"
Zheng Ren did not listen to Chief Yu's introduction of himself. He stared blankly at the patient's System panel.
The System's panel was slightly red, but most of the diagnoses were geriatric diseases. There were no diseases related to hematuria at all.
He did not doubt the System. His first thought was that President Yu's judgment was that the old man was pretending to be sick.
At the same time, the chest CT film appeared clearly in front of him. Zheng Ren already had his own guesses about the cause and effect.
"Hello, Boss Zheng," the patient said with a smile as he reached out his hand.
Zheng Ren was still in a daze. His brain was working at high speed. Even if he was pretending to be sick, the test results were real. To be able to pretend so vividly was a skill!
Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren did not speak and knew that he was distracted again. He kicked Zheng Ren's calf with the tip of his foot from behind.
"Hello." Zheng Ren reacted quickly. He reached out his hand and shook the patient's hand.
"Sit down," the patient said with a smile. "I'm old and I'm a little sick. I'm really sorry to trouble you to come and see me."
"It's okay." Zheng Ren walked behind the patient and came to the small living room outside. He sat down and chatted.
After chatting for a while, Zheng Ren could not wait to ask, "Old man, is this the first time your hematuria has appeared, or has it happened before?"
"It's happened before," the patient said with a smile. "When I'm anxious, I'll get angry. Isn't this because I'm getting old? The time it takes for my illness to happen is getting longer and longer."
"How long does it usually take to get better?"
"Usually, it takes two or three days. This time, including the time at home, it's about half a month. Boss Zheng, right? I'm fine. Sorry to trouble you. "The patient did not seem to be willing to talk about his condition. He simply said it and began to vaguely want to chase him away.
"Old man, I was just asking." Zheng Ren sat very steadily and had no intention of moving at all. "Have you been flustered and short of breath recently?"
"No, my heart is fine. When I was young, I worked hard for my career and did not pay much attention to it. I had some stomach problems. However, after 50, I could be considered to have a small foundation, so I began to pay attention to maintenance. The last coronary CT scan was a month ago. There was no blockage. "
Zheng Ren looked at the patient thoughtfully.
"It's just a small matter. I've troubled all the doctors to be so concerned."
"Old man, please don't be so busy. I still have a few questions," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
The old man frowned.
When the nanny saw this, she immediately walked over and bowed gently. "Mr. Chang is tired. Please leave first."
Zheng Ren was not unhappy at all. He stood up and said with a smile, "Old man, I'll take my leave first. Have a good rest."
The patient stood up and sent Zheng Ren and the others out.
Walking out of the special ward, Su Yun smiled. "It's obvious that he's pretending to be sick. Chief Yu, your eyesight has improved."
Chief Yu scratched his head and sighed. "It's all a guess. I haven't thought about why the patient is pretending to be sick and how he is pretending to be sick."
Zheng Ren knew that he came to see him to see if the patient was pretending to be sick and to confirm his guess.
The guess of pretending to be sick involved very complicated things. If there was no conclusive evidence, it could not be said out loud.
"Tell Chief Liu to ask the whole hospital for a consultation," Zheng Ren said immediately.
"Huh?" Chief Yu was stunned.
Lin Yuan was also stunned. She was still thinking about the patient's condition. Only Su Yun said with a smile, "Remember to find a broad-minded person and ask a professor who is willing to perform the surgery to consult."
"…"
Chief Yu was speechless.
"Yes, the consultation's opinion is that the diagnosis is intermittent constrictive pericarditis. Surgery is recommended," Zheng Ren said with certainty.
"Intermittent constrictive pericarditis?" Lin Yuan asked in surprise.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Boss Zheng, is there such a diagnosis?" Lin Yuan could not figure it out even after thinking about it.
"No, but the patient's condition is indeed like this," Zheng Ren said.
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