"Extrapyramidal system reaction?" Mr. Wu nodded, thought carefully, and explained a few words to Mu Tao.
The patient's vital signs were stable, except for the syndrome of excessive movement and muscle tension caused by twitching of the hands and feet. The physical examination revealed that the mental symptoms were not obvious, while the symptoms of tardive dyskinesia, including oral-tongue-buccal triad, such as sucking, tongue licking, and chewing, were relatively mild.
The patient's symptoms are not severe, and no medication or special antagonist treatment is required. All he needs to do is stop metoclopramide.
Zheng Ren exchanged a few words with Mu Tao, looked at the time, and didn't let Mu Tao see him off. He called a car and went straight to the airport to meet Su Yun with the professor and Feng Xuhui.
Mu Tao didn't dare to leave casually.
Because although the patient has a clear diagnosis, if he has other problems, difficulty breathing, and requires tracheotomy and other operations, he needs to stay for emergency treatment.
It’s best not to leave this kind of job to Mr. Wu. After all, the old man is already old, so it would be better not to leave the emergency and first aid work to him.
Mr. Wu was not careless because of Zheng Ren's diagnosis. He consulted with the whole hospital and analyzed the patient's comprehensive condition.
After more than half an hour of comprehensive consultation, the director of the Department of Neurology finally determined that the patient indeed had an extrapyramidal reaction.
The final judgment was the same as Zheng Ren’s diagnosis.
Mu Tao was very emotional. Ordinarily, doctors would not know about this kind of drug reaction. At least I have been practicing medicine for more than ten years, and this is the first case I have encountered.
But Boss Zheng can make a diagnosis just by reading the doctor's instructions. It seems that he is good at more than just surgery. Diagnosis is also quite tough.
Once the diagnosis is made, the consultation falls apart. It is determined that the patient does not need special treatment and can gradually recover as long as metoclopramide is discontinued.
The neurology resident who first came for consultation did not rush back. Instead, he approached Mu Tao and asked: "Brother Mu, who is the doctor who diagnosed me? He looks young, but his skills are really high." After reading the doctor’s orders, a definite diagnosis can be given.”
"It's Boss Zheng Renzheng, a candidate for the Nobel Prize." Mu Tao said.
"Uh..." The resident of the Department of Neurology smacked his tongue.
Nobel Prize winner for medicine? That award that is too far away to even be imagined
"Brother Mu, I didn't see any reports saying who was nominated for the Nobel Prize." The resident of the Department of Neurology asked doubtfully.
"He was performing a special mission when he was nominated." Mu Tao replied calmly.
"Special mission... from the health care team?" The neurology resident was even more surprised.
The health care team has less than a hundred members, and they are all top figures in the country's medical field.
There are only a handful of members of the health care team in Tiannan Province, and all members of the health care team are basically gathered in the two large tertiary-level hospitals in Imperial Capital and Magic City.
I don't usually see this kind of person, but I didn't expect him to be so young.
"Brother Mu, are you kidding me?" The neurology resident still couldn't understand.
"Can this be a joke?" Mu Tao smiled bitterly. To be honest, he didn't really believe it at first.
Especially when he lost to Zheng Ren in the selection process for prostate interventional embolization surgery, he was still very disappointed.
But Mu Tao has become accustomed to the journey from the Imperial Capital to Pengxi Township, then to the Imperial Capital and Pengcheng.
"It's really amazing." The resident of the Department of Neurology exclaimed, "Why did he come to our hospital?"
"I asked him to do teaching surgery." Mu Tao said softly.
"..." The resident manager of the Department of Neurology was really surprised this time.
The Nobel Prize and the health care team are so far away from an ordinary doctor that they can only be expected in a lifetime... They can't even be expected, so it is still a bit difficult to imagine.
For an ordinary doctor, being able to become a household name in Pengcheng is already a purgatory-level task.
Mu Tao, for example, has basically achieved this goal.
She knew what level Mu Tao was. Are you asking such a young doctor to throw a knife? Maybe it’s the effect of the Nobel Prize halo.
"Brother Mu, how much does this Nobel Prize candidate's flying knife cost?" the neurology resident asked with a smile.
"It's not a flying knife, it's a teaching surgery." Mu Tao was also very depressed, if only it was really a flying knife.
As for the flying knife, it is just a transaction. The patient agrees to find a professor to perform the surgery, pays the surgeon, and settles the matter afterwards.
But Boss Zheng performed 6 surgeries without getting a penny. He only booked air tickets and hotels, but didn't even have a meal. Boss Zheng rushed back to the imperial capital after the operation.
The favor I owe is huge.
It's even easy to talk about favors. From a certain perspective, there is already a teacher-student relationship.
"..." The resident general manager of the Department of Neurology noticed that Mu Tao was talking about teaching surgery at first, not flying knives.
In fact, she is not very clear about the difference between the two. Because flying knives are very common across the country, but teaching... Which surgical expert has time to teach others surgery? I can't even perform countless surgeries every day, but I still teach others.
"Brother Mu, at your level, I don't think even Mr. Wu can teach you. Why do you still need someone to teach you?"
"Boss Zheng's level is really high." Mu Tao sighed and said, "Don't be fooled by his appearance. You saw it just now. People can confirm that it is an extrapyramidal reaction caused by metoclopramide after just reading the doctor's instructions. "
I always thought about it when I was hospitalized in the neurology department, and it was indeed the case. I am a specialist, so physical examination and consultation are just guesses. After consultation with the whole hospital, the director made the final decision.
And how long did that one take? In less than ten minutes, it was determined that it was an extrapyramidal reaction caused by metoclopramide. It takes so much clinical experience to make a diagnosis so quickly.
She was a little depressed, fearing that she would never reach this level in her life. But think about it, after all, I am a Nobel Prize candidate. If I don’t have any skills, how can I get nominated for the Nobel Prize
After leaving the interventional department, a man in a navy blue suit hurried in.
"Teacher Mu, is Boss Zheng here?" the man asked.
"Already gone." Mu Tao said, "What happened?"
"My master has made a decision and wants to see Boss Zheng for surgery." The navy blue suit looked a little regretful. After asking about the time of Zheng Ren's departure, he sighed sadly. He didn't expect that he would leave so early.
"Who is this?" After the navy blue suit left, the neurology resident asked in a low voice.
"Xiangjiang, Zou family, the old man's personal secretary." Mu Tao replied expressionlessly.
A turmoil stirred deep within him.
I repeatedly told Zheng Ren and Boss Zheng not to deal with such strange poisonous things, but Boss Zheng only performed surgery on himself. Who would have thought that Mr. Zou, a well-known cautious member of the Zou family, would have to perform surgery to treat him? Poison.
Surgery to remove the poisonous poison, or interventional treatment
Why does it sound so unreliable
The neurology resident was also shocked. In Pengcheng, I had some contact with the Xiangjiang side. The Zou family is one of the top ten largest families in Xiangjiang.
Did he ask that boss Zheng for surgery
Neurology residents are always amazed by this.