"Drink less, drinking too much will harm your health." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Uh..." The man forgot to cry and looked at Zheng Ren blankly.
"Which hospital was your old man hospitalized in? What disease was he finally diagnosed with?" Zheng Ren asked again.
Although Big Pig Hoof is powerful, it cannot give him the ability to see the system panel from a distance, let alone see the patient's condition through the patient's family members.
The key information Zheng Ren got was that the patient was old, and there was nothing he could do if that was the case.
Just like Mr. Cui, various organs have aged and cannot be diagnosed or treated by doctors. This is a natural law, and no one can do anything about it.
"Great joy, great sorrow, coupled with drinking, will cause great damage to the body." Zheng Ren squatted next to the man and said with a smile: "How did the doctor diagnose it? Tell me, maybe there is a way."
"Who are you… "
"I'm also a doctor. We met by chance. It's fate that we met. Just ask." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Just talk to me. If you tell others, you won't understand."
The man sighed and said: "I am a foreigner, and my father's illness..."
As he said that, he was startled.
Zheng Ren knows that many patients' family members cannot speak too professional medical vocabulary. When the doctor explains the condition, they can understand how serious the situation is. If we really tell what it is, the possibility is really not very high.
The man in front of me probably couldn't remember the specific name of his disease.
"Brain? Heart? Liver? Kidneys?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Heart." The man said, "When I was a kid, my dad had trouble breathing. He thought it was a problem with his lungs and didn't take it seriously. It would be fine if he took a rest."
"Any other questions?"
"Well... the lower limbs will be swollen. When I was a child, his legs were not swollen very much. Every day when my father came back from the fields, he would lie on the kang and put his legs on the quilt. Anyway, it won't delay anything. It will be fine after a while. Who Didn’t even care.”
Shortness of breath and edema of both lower limbs, which started at a young age, can last a long time. Zheng Ren found it a little tricky. After all, the disease was long-lasting and the patient's heart might have little room for treatment.
In addition, Zheng Ren has a glimmer of hope. It's because he is ill and not really old, so he can give it a try.
"Zheng Ren, Heizi is so greedy, can you give him something to drink?" Xie Yiren asked in a low voice.
"Oh, boss lady, here's a bottle of Xiaojin wine worth two and a half ounces." Zheng Ren said to the boss lady.
"Okay." The proprietress looked at Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren and Heizi behind him suspiciously, turned around, took a bottle of strong wine, and asked, "Would you like some side dishes?"
"Any kind of meat, okay?" Zheng Ren said, looking back at Heizi.
Heizi drooled from the corner of his mouth and pulled out the silk, which was three to five centimeters long.
Alas, Heizi was taught a bad lesson by Su Yun.
There's nothing wrong with drinking less, Zheng Ren comforted himself. The man looked at the strange two young men and women and a black disabled dog in front of him, and felt ridiculous.
When the meat was delivered, Zheng Ren gave the man half a cent and said with a smile: "Eat something before drinking. Drinking with empty mouth is too harmful to the body."
"Oh, oh." The man was stunned when he saw Xie Yi find a disposable bowl and give Heizi half a bottle of wine. Heizi stuck out his tongue and licked the wine into his mouth at an extremely fast speed.
What do they do, are they really doctors? The man was in a daze.
"What happened next? As your father got older, did his symptoms get worse?" Zheng Ren continued to ask.
"Well, at first I felt uncomfortable when I came home from a day's farm work. Then I felt palpitated and short of breath whenever I moved a little bit. I didn't have any strength in my whole body. I would wake up in the middle of the night and sweat a lot." The man said.
"and after?"
"We had an old Chinese doctor who came from the south. He checked my dad's pulse and said it was very serious. But in a small place, many medicines are not available. He asked us to come to the imperial capital and seize the time to see a doctor." The man said and sighed.
He broke open his chopsticks, took two bites of meat, and took another sip of wine without being polite.
"What did the old Chinese doctor say?"
"It's said to be a leaky pulse in the house. It seems to be this. I can remember it."
The house leak pulse is also called the bird peck pulse, but Zheng Ren still knows about it. When I was in school, I had an elective course on Chinese medicine for half a semester. The leaky pulse in the house was probably more common among patients who were in the rapidly changing stage of serious or critical illness.
In Western medicine, it is called alternating pulse, which refers to a pathological phenomenon in which the pulse rhythm is normal but the pulse strength alternates, which is more obvious when sitting.
Alternating pulses or ventricular leakage pulses are related to the alternating strength and weakness of ventricular contractility and often indicate left ventricular dysfunction. The occurrence of alternans indicates myocardial damage and failure and is strong evidence of latent heart failure.
Heart failure, this corresponds to the previous symptoms of shortness of breath and fatigue. Zheng Ren gradually figured out the patient's condition like he was working on a jigsaw puzzle.
"That's very serious. Have you ever come to the Imperial Capital to see a doctor before?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No." The man said sadly, "I'm still young, and I have three brothers at home. My dad said he would save some money to give us a wife, but he didn't have money for medical treatment. He got so anxious that he even said he wanted to die on his own."
"..." Zheng Ren sighed.
"Isn't he getting old? I have the final say at home, so I brought him to the imperial capital. Even so, he still cursed me all the way, saying that I was a prodigal. He is already in his seventies, so he will die if he spends this money. What. Doctor, tell me, can I not spend the money? If it can be cured, it will have to be cured even if it involves selling houses and land."
"Where did you go to see it?"
"Fuwai, registration is always troublesome." The man took another sip of wine and regarded the full-bodied Kuai Lian as an appetizer. "The doctor said that now I can only change my mind. There is no other good way."
"So heavy." Zheng Ren frowned, "Do you have a movie?"
"Yes, he's in the hospital." The man said distressedly: "My dad refused to take any medicine, and he pulled out the tube himself when the water was drained. You said... ugh... "
He sighed.
"What are you going to do?"
"I asked the doctor, and he said that if the replacement cost hundreds of thousands, why would we have to wait for a donor? Isn't this just a matter of frustration? I just ran out to have a drink and chatter." The man looked at Zheng Ren, his mood already a little tense. A little better, "Little brother... doctor, thank you."
"You're welcome." Zheng Ren smiled.
"I feel less aggrieved when I say it." The man wiped his tears randomly, but he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he wiped them away.
"What's next?" Zheng Ren asked.
"There is no other way. The doctor said that there is still another operation, but the mortality rate is too high, so I don't recommend it. I will go back and discuss it with my family, and I will take him back to wait for my father to see what else can be done."
As he spoke, his tears fell again.
Hearing that the doctor in Fuwai said that surgery could still be performed, he felt moved. If surgery is still possible... Zheng Ren has already made a preliminary judgment on the patient's condition.
"Yiren, take Heizi back first and ask Su Yun to come down." Zheng Ren said.