Hearing the word epilepsy, Xu Le's face turned pale.
He did not know the specific cause of epilepsy or the profound medical truth, but he knew that this disease was also known as epilepsy or convulsion. No matter how optimistic, cheerful and positive young people are, if they know that they have such a disease, I am afraid that the word pessimism will be written on their foreheads in an instant...
It's not scary to get sick. Even if he is terminally ill or has a broken leg, he has to be physically and mentally strong... He will not knock down Xu Le, who is stubborn and stoic like a stone.
Only this kind of disease that could twitch all over at any time, foaming at the mouth, and crooked ears and mouth, made him feel a chill: he died of liver cancer, and he admired the soybean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, that was considered death. He was heroic and died handsomely, but if he was always worried that he might become a fool all the time, and kept pumping on the floor, even if he could live like an ordinary person... this way of living would be too unsightly.
"Are you sure I have... epilepsy?" Xu Le asked in a hoarse voice, looking at the specialist doctor beside the bed with anticipation.
"The possibility is very high, at least 90% or more." The expert did not know how many patients he had seen in his life, and naturally he would not take epilepsy to heart, and said calmly: "After you fell asleep last night, The EEG display, and the signal coming back from the electrodes, confirms that … in this part of your brain, the neurons are firing abnormally every once in a while.”
The expert pointed to a certain area of the brain imaging and said seriously: "The firing rate of the pyramidal cells in the cerebral cortex of normal people is less than ten times per second, and the result we measured last night is that this area in your brain is The firing rate of the neurons in the group regularly exceeds one hundred times, and the peak number reaches five hundred and sixty-six times per second."
"So, we determined that this area is the lesion."
Xu Le was still unwilling to ask: "Is there any other disease that can cause abnormal discharge of neurons in the brain? For example, what kind of stimulation has been received, or after a long-term coma, those neurons in the brain have just woken up and are a little uncomfortable. ?"
In fact, when Xu Le heard the terms "neuron", although he was a little unfamiliar, he thought of those strange powers in his body, and secretly became worried.
"Of course there may be other reasons for the abnormal discharge of cortical neurons, but after our analysis, we believe that epilepsy should be the most likely cause." The expert listened to Xu Le's words and couldn't help but smile, thinking about this The patient will find outlandish reasons for himself. "Especially in the second half of the night, the monitoring shows that when you enter deep sleep... With the abnormal discharge of the brain, your whole body muscles also begin to have intermittent spasms," he said in a more serious tone.
"This is a typical symptom of epilepsy. I admit that the stimulation you mentioned earlier, or the trauma to the brain, may cause abnormal discharge of neurons in the cerebral cortex..." The expert gave him a reassuring look. "But... it's also what we call epilepsy."
"But you don't have to worry. According to the results of the examination and the magnitude of your convulsions, this should not be epilepsy, so the risk is not great. If you regulate your life and emotions, it may be difficult to relapse in the future... Of course, even if it recurs, as long as there are always people around and don't sleep in a high bed at night, there shouldn't be any danger."
"The vast majority of epilepsy patients have some small troubles in their lives. At least from the current statistics, the life expectancy of epilepsy patients will not be affected in any way."
"Don't need surgery?"
"No. Unless you want to risk being a fool to help our hospital earn a fortune in federal citizen health funds."
After the expert left, Xu Le lay alone in a quiet ward, the only left hand that could move, and subconsciously touched his head. It was hard to believe that his head was actually broken. Could it be the aftermath of the battle in the underground parking lot? Was it the shocking force of the mecha's powerful fuselage that traumatized his brain? Or... He suddenly thought of the intense pain caused by the mysterious power in his body at the moment before he finally fell into a coma, especially the feeling like an electric current, which passed through the back of his neck and turned into countless threads. The needle keeps stabbing his head...
There is no need for surgery, only drug-assisted treatment is required, and the key is to take adequate rest, adjust your mentality, and maintain an optimistic mood. The doctor instructed very casually and indifferently, in fact, it was a great comfort to the patient. Of course, if Xu Le had an incurable terminal illness, the doctor would probably say something similar.
Fortunately, Xu Le is indeed a very optimistic person, and he easily got rid of the previous gray emotions. While those comforts aren't really useful, not having to operate on the brain is always a relative cause for celebration.
The mobile phone was bought by the staff of the Tai family, and it was still an old phone number. Xu Le didn't know how the other party could do this, but if he wanted to come to Sanlin Communications Headquarters, he shouldn't be too embarrassed by the Tai family on this issue. Xu Le pulled out the display screen embedded in the metal body of the mobile phone. He felt that the hand felt very smooth and his mood was better. He began to surf the Internet in silence to check some epilepsy-related information.
The more I looked at him, the more silent, and the more I looked at him, the more I felt that he really had epilepsy. Throwing the phone next to the pillow, he closed his eyes and thought for a long time. He probably has secondary epilepsy, and the probability of passing it on to his offspring is only four times higher than that of normal people. Federal law does not prohibit epileptic patients from marrying and having children... Zhang Xiaomeng will not Do you have any opinion? It just seems that I must bring more towels by my side in the future, otherwise, if I spit out so much foam, who will wipe it for myself? Looking at the information on the Internet, when epilepsy patients have intermittent spasms, they must be careful not to let their teeth bite their tongues…
Are you going to buy some hard plastic bones for your dog to play with? However, pet dogs still need special approval from the HTD Bureau. Oh, by the way, you only need to buy plastic bones, you don’t need to really own a dog, and you are not a dog.
Thinking like this, Xu Le felt more and more sad. If his future life was mixed up like this, it would be too far from his ideal. He lay silently on the bed, his eyes fixed on the snow-white ceiling, showing a hint of depression.
So when Tai Zhiyuan sat beside his bed, he had finished peeling an apple and handed it directly to his hand, he noticed it.
"This is a necessary procedure for visiting patients, but it's a pity that in novels or movies, apples are peeled and fed one bite at a time. It should be a beautiful and gentle girl." Xu Le took the apple, took a big bite, and stared at The window said, "If only Xiaomeng was here at this time."
Hearing Zhang Xiaomeng's name, Tai Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he smiled without expressing any opinion on the girl, and said, "You suddenly became more talkative today."
Xu Le was slightly startled, but also felt the change in himself. It should have nothing to do with escaping death. It was purely because he was hit by the doctor today. Tai Zhiyuan already knew about his condition. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said with a smile: "Epilepticus is not a fatal disease. It's rare to see you so melancholy, and I'm really not used to it."
In the eyes of these friends beside him, Xu Le was always that ordinary, simple, smiling guy, and he was rarely seen sighing. Xu Le frowned slightly and sighed, "This disease is too troublesome, and it's too ugly to attack."
"I have prepared some medicines for you, new medicines, but don't worry, they have passed the clinical examination, but because they are too expensive, they have not been registered within the medical system."
After being silent for a long time, Tai Zhiyuan took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and handed it to Xu Le, "Don't get too excited in the future... In addition, before leaving the hospital, install a miniature brain wave monitor, and take a pill if any problem is found. medicine."
Xu Le took the bottle and looked at the label silently. Sure enough, there was no sign of the Federal Medical Administration. He looked at the precautions again, tilted his head slightly, looked at Tai Zhiyuan doubtfully, and said, "Sedative?"
"I eat it often." Tai Zhiyuan patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said apologetically, "I still have some things to do, I'm leaving Jingzhou tonight, I'll leave some people for you, and I'll give you an order if you have anything. They. In another day, I'll see you again."
Xu Le nodded, not intending to keep the other party. Although he saved Tai Zhiyuan's life, he also knew that the other party was a high-ranking figure in the society, and he must be a very busy guy. It was enough for the other party to come to the hospital to visit him in person.
"My private phone number is the first on your mobile phone. If you have anything, you can call me."
It has been many days since Tai Zhiyuan and Xu Le met in the H1 area of Ewha University, and only then did Xu Le know his personal phone number for the first time.
After Tai Zhiyuan left, Xu Le received conservative treatment and monitoring for several days in the General Hospital of the First Military Region. The blow from the external force and the damage to the skull damaged his cerebral cortex neurons and started to discharge abnormally, which led to epilepsy.
As the expert said, there is no cure for epilepsy, so the focus of the general hospital's treatment is still on Xu Le's severely injured body, the comminuted fracture of his right thigh, and several penetrating gunshot wounds. In fact, it is much more deadly than the so-called epilepsy.
After listening to the consultation plan several times, Xu Le realized that he had suffered such serious injuries in the underground parking lot of the gymnasium. If he hadn't put on a bulletproof helmet and a bulletproof vest when he left the luxury box, his life would have been lost sooner. It hangs in that dark, damp space.
Thinking of this, Xu Le couldn't help but feel a little scared. He didn't understand why he was always so impulsive. Of course he was willing to save Tai Zhiyuan, but he almost lost his life, but it was not his original intention. At the same time, what alarmed him was that auditory hallucinations appeared in his eyes again, but this time it was no longer the dynamic structure diagram, but a very familiar picture of the mine...
Xu Le began to doubt the diagnosis of epilepsy.