Chapter 311 I request a consultation from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine

Ever since Buzhigude came to the city hospital, Director Liu never mentioned the issue of Western medicine diagnosis in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department.

Dean Liu knew that there was still Burgeud's spy in the city hospital, and his arrogant behavior in the past was appropriately restrained.

Those who are really disappointed are those doctors who are waiting to see the bustling Department of Chinese Medicine.

The busyness of the hospital made all the medical staff quickly forget about this episode.

Nine o'clock is the busiest start of the day in the hospital.

A grey-haired couple in their thirties pushed a wheelchair into the outpatient hall.

An eight or nine-year-old child sat slumped in a wheelchair. The child's body was extremely thin, and even the smallest size of clothes still looked fat on him.

The two eye sockets were as black as a panda's, the eyelids were drooped, and the eyes were unable to open, as if they were half asleep and half awake, with only a gap left in the eyes.

An oxygen bag was placed on his knees, and an oxygen mask was placed on his mouth and nose. His breathing was also weak.

An eight or nine-year-old child should have been full of vitality, but now he looked as if he was dying, as sick as a centenarian dying.

When people passing by saw the child's appearance, they all showed pity and distress.

The couple looked exhausted, and the word Sichuan on their brows seemed like a big lock that could not be unlocked.

The man said to his wife: "You and your son stay here well, I will go and register!"

The wife asked worriedly: "Is your method feasible? What if Dr. Huang doesn't treat our son? If not, we will find a way to find scalpers and buy Dr. Huang's number at a high price."

"Don't worry, I've inquired about it. Dr. Huang is not only highly skilled in medicine, but also a person with very noble medical ethics. He will never leave his wife alone." The man gently hugged his wife and comforted him: "Don't worry, our child is so good.

You will definitely be saved this time, just wait here for me."

The man walked to the registration window and said to the staff inside: "Doctor, please call me in the internal medicine department."

The staff inside asked: "Which internal medicine department do you want to go to specifically? Respiratory medicine, gastroenterology, cardiovascular medicine. There are many types of internal medicine in the hospital. What is your disease?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "Doctor, which internal medicine department here is not busy?"

"General Medicine!"

The staff member answered without thinking.

“Then I’ll study general internal medicine!”

"Are you sure? If you make a mistake, you can't go back!"

"I'm sure!"

The man nodded very firmly.

The staff member muttered under his breath while taking out the order: "What a weirdo!"

The man and his wife pushed their child to the general internal medicine clinic on the third floor.

Pushing open the door and walking in, the person attending the consultation today is Director Qian.

Director Qian looked at the little boy in a wheelchair who was in extremely bad health, frowned and asked, "This patient is..."

The man said: "Doctor, my son suddenly felt difficulty breathing a year ago. Now it has become more serious. His limbs are so weak that he can no longer walk. Now he can only rely on oxygen inhalation and injection of nutrient solution to maintain his life."

As he spoke, the man begged: "Doctor, please look at my child!"

Director Qian frowned, thinking that this kind of patient should not be admitted, and most doctors would push it away.

But unable to resist the man's pleading, Director Qian said: "I'll do a checkup first, but the patient is already in such a serious condition. I can't guarantee anything?"

Whether it can be treated or not depends on the examination first.

The man quickly thanked him and said, "Thank you doctor, we are very grateful for being able to see our child."

Director Qian nodded and opened the order skillfully.

"Pay the fee on the first floor, blood collection, electrocardiogram on the second floor, color ultrasound and CT on the third floor, and liver and kidney function tests on the fourth floor. Go and get the tests done."

The man walked out with the list, bowed to Director Qian and said, "Thank you, doctor!"

The man and woman pushed the wheelchair out, and the woman worriedly said: "Is this possible?"

The man said confidently: "Don't worry, there will be no problem. The inspection fee will be treated as the registration fee."

This was the last resort to treat his son, and the man kept giving himself confidence in his heart.

After two hours of busy work, the man returned to Director Qian's clinic with a stack of examination reports.

From the moment Director Qian picked up the report, his eyebrows seemed to be knotted and never relaxed again.

The man asked: "Doctor, how is my son?"

Director Qian put down the report: "Your son has severe dermatomyositis. There is currently no good medical treatment. If you want to relieve the symptoms, you can only use adrenocortical hormones for a long time and for life. However, I cannot guarantee the effect.

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But the man replied without any hurry: "Doctor, other hospitals said the same thing. When we were treated at Beijing Union Medical College Hospital, the doctor gave the child dexamethasone, prednisone, hydrocortisone, and methylprednisolone."

It's loose, but my son's condition is getting more and more serious. At first, he was just weak in breathing and couldn't hold things in his hands. Look now."

As he spoke, the man pointed at the little boy who was slumped in the wheelchair.

Director Qian frowned and said, "Even the highly skilled doctors at Beijing Union Medical College Hospital can't treat your son. Why do you even think of coming to the city hospital? There is a big gap between our level and Union Medical College Hospital."

The man asked distressedly: "Doctor, we also want to continue treatment in the capital, but we can no longer sustain the high medical expenses."

Director Qian shook his head with a sigh and said: "There is no good treatment in Beijing, let alone us. The treatment I came up with has become ineffective."

Director Qian looked at the man and finally couldn't bear to say, "If you don't go to other hospitals, I really have no choice."

Seeing that the emotional preparation was basically in place, the man said tentatively: "Doctor, I think your hospital is a pilot hospital for the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. How about you invite a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine over? Maybe there is hope for treatment of my son through a consultation with integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine."

Woolen cloth."

Director Qian showed a hint of displeasure on his face, but he still called Huang Su's office.

Director Qian also wanted to see if Flavin could still cure such a severe patient.

In the office, Huang Su answered the phone: "Hello, this is the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I'm Huang Su!"

On the phone, Director Qian said politely: "Director Huang! I am an old Qian from the Department of General Medicine!"

"Director Qian! What do you want from me?"

Huang Su was confused, why did Director Qian call him today? This person had the biggest opinions on the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The two of them had never spoken during the meeting.

"Director Huang, I am currently in the outpatient department of the general internal medicine department. I have a patient here who is in very serious condition. I would like to ask Director Huang to come over for consultation."

On the phone, Director Qian briefly introduced the child's condition to Huang Su.

"Director Qian, I'm going over right now!"

Huang Su quickly hung up the phone without thinking, walked out of the office, called Li Yan and hurried to the general internal medicine clinic.

Pushing the door open and walking into the general internal medicine clinic, Director Qian shook hands with Huang Su enthusiastically: "Director Huang, you are here. This is the patient Zhao Jun, and these are his parents Zhao Zhiguo and Tian Xiaojuan."

Director Qian introduced the patients and their families to Huang Su.

Even if he was well prepared when he arrived, and Director Qian, who always hated the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, could take the initiative to call for help, Huang Su knew that the patient's condition was definitely very serious.

But Huang Su did not expect that the patient's condition would be so serious.

The eight or nine-year-old boy was as thin as a bone, his face was ashen, his breathing was weak, and he could only rely on oxygen to stay alive.

When Zhao Zhiguo saw that the person he had worked so hard to find finally came out, he could no longer conceal his excitement: "Doctor Huang, you are finally here. Please save my child."

Zhao Zhiguo was afraid that Huang Su would refuse and hurriedly promised: "Director Huang, you will try your best to treat her. No matter what the result is, we will not complain."

Flavonoids are already men's last hope.

For a year, Zhao Zhiguo raised money from all over the country to stay in Beijing Union Medical College Hospital. As the high cost of treatment was spent, the child's condition became worse and worse. In the end, the child could only rely on a ventilator to maintain life in the hospital. Once

After he was discharged from the hospital, his condition worsened. Eventually, the child could no longer walk, his eyelids drooped, and his limbs gradually shrank due to lack of strength.

There is no way to stay like this at Beijing Union Medical College Hospital. A lot of money is spent every day. This protracted war of attrition with the disease is unbearable for the child and the family cannot bear it. The father of the child carries the child on his back in order to save money.

I went back to my hometown, Genshi, for treatment, hoping to save some money.

It wasn't until they heard Huang Su's name that the couple took their child to the city hospital by car, but it was really difficult to arrange Huang Su's number.

The couple had been waiting for two months, but couldn't make it. Seeing that the child's condition was getting worse day by day, they had no choice but to make this decision.

Director Qian saw Zhao Zhiguo's enthusiasm for Huang Su and his completely different attitude towards himself.

Even though I was a fool, I realized it at this time. Director Qian's facial muscles twitched visibly, making him look like a secret.

Huang Su patted the back of Zhao Zhiguo's hand and comforted him: "Family members of the patient, don't get excited. We will do our best to treat the child."

Upon hearing Huang Su's promise to save his child, Zhao Zhiguo and his wife immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Huang Su.

"Director Huang, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"What are you doing, the patient's family? Get up! Get up!"

Huang Su and Li Yan hurriedly supported Zhao Zhiguo and his wife.

The child turned his head weakly and saw his parents kneeling down to beg for help. Two lines of tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.
To be continued...