"The red thing on your wrist is not a birthmark. It only appeared in recent years." Zheng Ren asked.
Na Chengxiang was startled for a moment, raised his hand in a daze, looked at the butterfly-shaped mark on it, and nodded.
When this thing appeared, he didn't notice it. But then it grew bigger and bigger, so he went to the hospital and the doctor prescribed a lot of tests. After looking at the price, he threw away the inspection sheets.
Today’s hospitals really know how to ask for money. A piece of erythema, and a checkup costing thousands of dollars was ordered. What the hell is that! That's what he thought at the time.
Now when he heard Zheng Ren talking about this butterfly-shaped red spot, his heart tightened.
"That's one of the surface signs of systemic lupus erythematosus. Haven't you checked it out?" Zheng Ren asked.
"..." Na Chengxiang was speechless. He vaguely remembered that the doctor said the same thing at the time, but he thought he was deliberately exaggerating the condition and asked himself to do a lot of tests.
"Your hands look pale and lack blood supply. They will turn red when you are excited and then become ill. This is Raynaud's phenomenon, which is also a manifestation of autoimmune insulin receptor disease."
“…”
If other people were talking to him with such certainty, then Chengxiang's first thought would definitely be disbelief. But Zheng Ren was a master in his heart, and he could see through all the senior masters at a glance, so he accepted it directly.
"I can't... I can't..." Na Chengxiang muttered in a low voice.
Lupus erythematosus, although I don’t understand it, sounds so scary. It is a very troublesome disease.
This is one disease that has not been resolved, and another disease has appeared. He is so depressed that he no longer wants to live.
Su Yun also found it very difficult.
To be honest, he didn't care whether Chengxiang lived or died. He was a selfish liar. What the hell did he do
But when he gets excited, he will develop symptoms of hypoglycemia and faint before his eyes. He can't just watch and not save him.
What a big trouble.
At the moment, Chengxiang looked depressed. His exposed skin was pale and a little damp, and he was about to get sick.
Although pushing a tube of high sugar can solve the problem, it is not scary at all. Emergency department resources are not wasted like this. Even if nothing happens, it is good for the medical staff to sit down for a while, which is better than rescuing a toad.
"Hurry up and check the insulin receptor antibody activity and some other tests. If it increases, you can be sure." Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, blood was drawn just now." Su Yun said, "At this time... I'll make a call to see if the results are out."
"Oh, it's pretty quick." Zheng Ren smiled.
"You said it was this disease, so I knew you had to tell him. Why not just check it out." Su Yun said, took out his phone and walked out.
It is much more convenient for Su Yun to inquire about something than for him. Although he had only been in 912 for a short period of time, he was probably familiar with everything.
"Doctor Zheng, is this really the case? What should I do?" Chengxiang looked at Zheng Ren with a confused face, his hands trembling.
"Just treat it, can you still heal on your own?" Zheng Ren was a little impatient.
In the process of diagnosing and treating patients, Zheng Ren rarely shows such a clear impatient attitude. No matter how pretentious the patient is, Zheng Ren treats them honestly and kindly.
This guy was discovered by life very early on, and he is still the kind of person who has sex.
But this Na Chengxiang was different from other patients. Zheng Ren was particularly disgusted with this kind of liar in his heart.
"The results haven't come out yet." Su Yun said when he came back.
"Just wait, don't get too excited, and eat well." Zheng Ren said, "I'll come see you when I have time."
Zheng Ren was afraid that he would block him at the entrance of the interventional department and look for him.
This is not a glorious thing. Even if it's a good thing, Zheng Ren would find it troublesome, let alone Cheng Xiang.
After saying that, regardless of whether Chengxiang understood or not, Zheng Ren turned around and left the emergency observation room.
Behind me, I heard other patients and attendants chatting, probably talking about how this doctor’s attitude was really bad.
Just let it be bad, if you treat him well, you will feel very uncomfortable.
Being able to explain his condition was already going against his will.
"Boss, autoimmune insulin receptor disease is quite troublesome." Su Yun said as he walked away.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren said casually.
"Hey, what's your attitude? Can you discuss the case more enthusiastically?" Su Yun was dissatisfied.
"There's nothing to discuss. It's just abnormal insulin secretion. He delayed it for too long, and he has concurrent systemic lupus erythematosus and Raynaud's phenomenon. I guess the effect of correct treatment may not be very good."
"He deserves it, I have never met such a person." Su Yun spoke with endless disgust, but in the end he sighed unwillingly.
"I really don't want to treat him." Su Yundao said.
"I don't want to either. But it is a trouble after all. Let's solve it quickly. Otherwise, once Dr. Mehar comes to the department to understand the condition and so on, if he sees him kneeling down for me, do you think Dr. Mehar will do it?" Do you think this is our traditional etiquette?" Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Tch! Don't talk nonsense." Su Yun said, "Speaking of which, have you contacted the doctor?"
"No."
"..." Su Yun was speechless, "Can you have some snacks? Dr. Mehar is also a patient. You just welcome him and don't care about his admission to the hospital."
It seemed that he had ignored the fact that Dr. Mehar was a patient. Replacing him in the role of patient, Zheng Ren immediately knew what to do.
"Then take the time to contact..."
"You want me to do it again!" Su Yun said angrily, "You are the attending physician, okay, Dr. Mehar..."
Just as he was talking, the phone rang.
The fearlessness of vulgarity, the frivolity of elegance...
Zheng Ren didn't react at all.
They said they should quickly write a love song that would be appreciated by both refined and popular people. It would be expressive and easy to sing...
"Hey, answer the phone." Su Yun touched Zheng Ren and reminded him.
"Uh... it's my phone number." Zheng Ren then remembered that Su Yun had changed the ringtone of his phone when he went home yesterday.
I thought it sounded pretty good when I was listening to it, but when I thought about answering the phone in the hospital, it meant I might have to be busy all day and all night, and the song also changed its flavor.
"Director Kong."
"Uh, okay, I'll go over and take a look."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"What's going on?" Su Yun asked.
"The newborn you just mentioned was admitted to the hospital and is being treated in the emergency department. The newborn baby is being consulted by the whole hospital. Even Director Kong received a call."
"The stomach problem is obviously intestinal obstruction. Why are you looking for us?" Su Yun complained.
This is the case for hospital-wide consultation. There is about half a chance that all departments will be consulted to prevent any rare or rare diseases from being ignored.
As for the interventional department... I guess it was informed by the medical office. I have been in contact with interventional medicine a lot recently, so I made a phone call by the way.
This is a big deal.