"Don't drink too much. It's bad for your body," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Uh …" The man forgot to cry and stared blankly at Zheng Ren.
"Which hospital is your father hospitalized in? What was the final diagnosis? "Zheng Ren asked again.
Although the System was strong, it could not give him the ability to look at the System panel from a distance, let alone see the patient's condition through the patient's family.
The key information Zheng Ren obtained was that the patient was old. If that was the case, there was nothing he could do.
Take Cui Lao for example. His various organs had aged and weren't something that doctors could diagnose and treat. This was the law of nature. No one could do anything about it.
"Great joy and great sorrow, coupled with drinking, are very harmful to the body." Zheng Ren squatted beside the man and said with a smile, "How did the doctor diagnose it? Tell me. Maybe there's a way."
"You are …"
"I'm also a doctor. It's fate that we met by chance. I was just asking," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "Just take it as me pouring my heart out. If you explain it to others, they won't understand. "
The man sighed and said, "I'm a foreigner. My father's illness …"
As he said this, he was stunned for a moment.
Zheng Ren knew that many of the patients' family members could not articulate medical terms. They could understand how serious the situation was when the doctor explained it to them. If he really wanted to know what it was, the possibility was really not very high.
The man in front of her probably couldn't remember the specific name of the illness.
"Brain? Heart? Liver? Kidney? "Zheng Ren asked.
"Heart." The man said, "When I was young, my dad had trouble breathing. We all thought it was a problem with his lungs, so we didn't take it seriously. He would be fine after a break."
"Is there anything else?"
"Ugh … my lower limbs will swell. When I was young, his leg wasn't very swollen. Every day when my father came back from the fields, he would lie on the kang bed and put his leg on the blanket. Anyway, it won't delay anything. It'll be fine after a while. No one cares. "
Shortness of breath, edema of both lower limbs, he had been ill since he was young, and this illness had lasted for quite a long time. Zheng Ren felt that it was a little tricky. After all, the course of the disease was long, and the patient's heart probably had no room for treatment.
In addition, Zheng Ren had a glimmer of hope that it was just an illness and not true old age, so he could give it a try.
"Zheng Ren, Hei Zi is too greedy. Can you give it some?" Xie Yiren asked softly.
"Oh, Lady Boss, give me a bottle of two and a half taels of strong wine," Zheng Ren said to the lady boss.
"Alright." The lady boss looked at Zheng Ren, Xie Yiren, and Hei Zi suspiciously. She turned around and picked up a bottle of strong wine. "Would you like some appetizers?"
"Any meat, okay?" Zheng Ren said and turned to look at Blackie.
There was saliva hanging from the corner of Hei Zi's mouth. It was three to five centimeters long.
Sigh, Hei Zi was led astray by Su Yun.
'It's okay to drink a little,' Zheng Ren comforted himself. The man looked at the strange young man and woman and the disabled black dog in front of him and felt that it was ridiculous.
When the meat was delivered, Zheng Ren gave the man half a portion and said with a smile, "Eat something before you drink. Drinking with an empty mouth is too harmful to your body."
"Oh, oh." The man was stunned to see Xie Yiren find a disposable bowl and pour half a bottle of wine for Hei Zi. Blackie stuck out his tongue and licked the wine into his mouth. His speed was extremely fast.
What were they doing? Were they really doctors? The man was a little dazed.
"What happened after that? Your old man is getting older. Are the symptoms getting worse? "Zheng Ren continued to ask.
"Yes, at first, he felt uncomfortable when he came home after a day of farm work. Later, as long as he moved a little, he would feel flustered and short of breath. He had no strength in his body. He would wake up in the middle of the night and sweat a lot, "the man said.
"What happened after that?"
"We had an old Chinese medicine doctor who came from the south. He took my father's pulse and said it was very serious. But in a small place, many medicines are incomplete. He told us to hurry to Imperial Capital to see a doctor, "the man said and sighed.
He broke the convenient chopsticks and ate two mouthfuls of meat and took a sip of wine.
"What did the old Chinese medicine doctor say?"
"He said it was a leaky house pulse. I think it's this. I can remember."
The leaky house pulse was also known as the sparrow's pecking pulse. Zheng Ren still knew it. When he was in school, there was a half-semester elective course in Chinese medicine. After the leaky house pulse, there were many patients who were in critical condition.
In Western medicine, it was called alternating pulse. It referred to a pathological phenomenon in which the pulse rhythm was normal but the pulse was strong and weak alternating. It was obvious in the sitting position.
The alternating pulse or the leaky house pulse was related to the alternating strength of the ventricular contractility, often indicating left heart dysfunction. The occurrence of the alternating pulse indicated myocardial damage and failure, which was strong evidence of hidden heart failure.
Heart failure. This matched the symptoms of shortness of breath and fatigue from before. Zheng Ren was like a puzzle, gradually understanding the patient's condition.
"That's very serious. Did he come to Imperial Capital to see a doctor?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No," the man said sadly. "I'm still young. I have three brothers at home. My father said he wanted to save some money for us to find a wife, but he didn't have the money to see a doctor. When he was desperate, he said he wanted to die. "
"…" Zheng Ren sighed.
"Isn't he old? I have the final say in the family, so I brought him to Imperial Capital. Even so, he scolded me along the way, saying that I was a wastrel. He's already in his seventies. If he dies, then so be it. Why spend the money? Doctor, tell me, can I not spend it? If it can be cured, I have to sell the house and the land. "
"Where did you go to see a doctor?"
"Fu Wai. It's always troublesome to register." The man took another sip of wine, treating the lump in his throat as a side dish. "The doctor said that we can only change the heart now. There's no other good way."
"So serious." Zheng Ren frowned. "Do you have any radiographic films?"
"Yes, in the hospital," the man said in distress. "My father said he wouldn't take medicine no matter what. When he was on the drip, he pulled out the tube himself. Tell me … Sigh … "
He let out a long sigh.
"What are you going to do?"
"I asked the doctor. He said that changing the heart will cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. Why do we need to wait for a donor? I'm at my wit's end, so I ran out to have a drink and nag. "The man looked at Zheng Ren, his mood slightly better." Little brother … Doctor, thank you. "
"You're welcome." Zheng Ren smiled.
"I don't feel so sad after saying it." The man wiped his tears randomly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not wipe them clean.
"What's next?" Zheng Ren asked.
"There's nothing we can do. The doctor said that we can still do another surgery, but the mortality rate is too high, so it's not recommended. I'll go back and discuss with my family. We'll bring him back and wait for my father to get old. What else can we do? "
As he spoke, tears flowed down his face again.
When he heard the doctor from Fu Wai say that he could still perform surgery, his heart skipped a beat. If he could still perform surgery … Zheng Ren already had a preliminary judgment of the patient's condition.
"Yiren, take Hei Zi back first and ask Su Yun to come down," Zheng Ren said.
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