"Doctor, is Dr. Fang here?" a tall man asked politely.
Judging from the accent, he must be from the nearby suburbs.
He is tall, with a stooped waist, and a weathered and dusty face.
"We don't have a doctor named Fang here," Zheng Ren said.
"..." Both men fell into confusion.
They are a little timid, especially when facing doctors in white coats, which is more obvious, and they can't even speak clearly.
Perhaps in their eyes, doctors in white coats are not angels, and they are not familiar with that kind of foreign stuff.
All doctors are powerful figures who can decide whether people can stay in the earth or go to the underworld, so with this simple idea, there is a natural fear of doctors.
Perhaps, awe is a more accurate description.
Seeing that their lips were trembling slightly but they couldn't say a word, Zheng Ren's face immediately showed a gentle smile, "Come in and talk, you're welcome. Who asked you to come?"
The two men followed Zheng Ren into the office.
The office with bright windows and clean windows makes them even more cramped, and they are afraid of making the place messy and dirty.
Zheng Ren asked again, and then the tall man said, "Dr. Zhou from the Department of Orthopedics asked us to come. He said we needed to see Dr. Fang for medical treatment."
The answers were messy, and Zheng Ren still didn't get any clues. But according to Dr. Zhou, an orthopedic surgeon...
Zheng Ren picked up the phone and dialed.
"Brother Zhou, I am Zheng Ren."
"Yes, two patients said they came to see Dr. Fang."
"Oh, I understand. What's the disease?"
After a few simple exchanges, Zheng Ren put down the phone, dumbfounded.
It turned out that Dr. Zhou asked them to come to Zheng Ren. Perhaps because of nervousness, they misunderstood Dr. Zheng as Dr. Fang.
Zheng Ren cursed, could the word "zhengfang" be used interchangeably
But when patients go to the hospital, they are usually very nervous. They may be nervous about their physical illness, or they may be in awe of the hospital, and so on.
So hearing the wrong words and remembering the wrong things is common, and it’s not a big deal.
"Sit down, Dr. Zhou asked you to come to me. My surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Ren." Zheng Ren tried to calm the tension between the two of them with a gentle smile, but the effect... was still not obvious.
"I heard from Dr. Zhou that it was stage one aseptic necrosis of the femoral head? Who is the patient?" Zheng Ren got straight to the point.
"Me," another shorter man said, "I started feeling pain in my hip bones. It's fine when I don't move, but it hurts even more when I move. It hurts like hell."
"Are there any movies?" Zheng Ren already knew the patient's condition on the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision, but he still had to watch the movies and ask the patient. This is a hospital, and Zheng Ren didn't want to give people a Witch doctor feeling.
"Yes, yes." The tall man took out a roll of plastic bag, opened it and carefully took out a few pieces of film from it.
It was so reserved, Zheng Ren was more or less helpless.
It is best to keep the film in a cool place and store it flat.
Rolled up like this, it is easy to put away and handle, but it is very difficult to insert it into the reader to watch movies.
Zheng Ren didn't tell these two brothers. They were already very nervous. If they still said that they had done something wrong, it would be difficult to ask about the subsequent medical history.
"Has it ever hurt before?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No, it started from Mao Dong."
Maodong is an old saying in the Northeast. In winter, it is too cold outside, so you can only "cat" at home, so it is called Maodong.
Zheng Ren watched the film. He knew a little bit about MRI in orthopedics, but he didn't know much, so he could only take a rough look.
There were signs of aseptic necrosis of the femoral head, but they were not serious.
Mr. Zhou from the Department of Orthopedics said that this kind of first-stage aseptic necrosis of the femoral head does not require surgery. If the hip joint is replaced, firstly, the cost is too high and the patient cannot bear it. Second, there was no need at all. He had just returned from further training, and hospitals in the imperial capital all used interventional treatments.
Because Zheng Ren had done two cases of interventional hemostasis treatment for pelvic fractures, he had an impression of Zheng Ren.
The relevant patients did not need to be dealt with, so they sent them over for Zheng Ren to consult.
"Have you been injured?"
"No."
"Do you have the habit of standing on one leg with your left leg?"
"No."
"Have you taken any medicine?"
"No."
"No, brother, didn't you take Xiaobai pills during the busy farming season?" the tall man corrected him immediately.
Novice pills? Zheng Ren quickly had the answer in his mind.
"Yeah, but what does that little pill have to do with leg pain?" the short man said.
"Is it dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.
“…”
“…”
Both men looked confused, what the hell... what the hell... what the hell is that
"Are there any Xiaobai pills at home?" Zheng Ren asked.
Seeing Zheng Ren's serious expression, the two of them were a little scared, and their hands began to shake involuntarily. Could it be that the Xiaobai pills were poison
Zheng Ren immediately realized that he was too impatient, which would cause heavy psychological pressure on them.
After calming down his mood, Zheng Ren pretended not to care and sat down. While opening the workstation on the computer, he said: "It's okay, it's a small problem. Call home and ask Xiaobai what the pills are."
"Hey." The tall man actually relaxed a little, picked up his cell phone and started calling home.
A few minutes later, he looked at Zheng Ren with admiration.
"Dr. Zheng, you are really a miracle doctor. The white pill is dexamethasone."
Zheng Ren was not happy because of the praise of the miracle doctor, but felt more helpless.
"Why are you taking dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I feel very tired every day during the busy farming period. I heard from my fellow villagers that I feel less tired after taking Di...Xiaobai pills." The short man replied nervously: "After taking it, the effect is very good. I feel very energetic. I can work even harder the next day." Full of energy.”
Zheng Ren nodded and thought about the treatment plan.
Seeing that Zheng Ren didn't speak, the short man asked nervously: "Doctor Zheng, is it a terminal illness? Is it bone cancer? If it's bone cancer, I won't treat it."
"No, I can't die." Zheng Ren answered simply, directly, even a little rudely.
But this kind of answer can give the patient full confidence.
As soon as he heard that it was not bone cancer, the short man's expression immediately relaxed.
"The quack doctor in the village told me that I have bone cancer. I will kill him when I get back." He and the tall man laughed and joked, feeling very good.
"It's not bone cancer, but it's still very troublesome." Zheng Ren said, "It's aseptic necrosis of the femoral head."
"What is a femoral head? What's wrong with the femoral head?"
"It means that your hip axis is ischemic, and many blood vessels are blocked. It's just like farming. If you don't water it, will the field still grow?" Zheng Ren explained in as simple a language as possible.
Now the short man understood.
"For treatment, first of all, you can't take those white pills." Zheng Ren said with certainty: "Then you need surgery."
"How much will it cost?"