The air is shaking cold!

When will a young doctor stand up?

When will the intern doctor not be discriminated against?

Du Wei stood up and wanted to ask her mother, who didn't believe the doctor's diagnosis, to go out.

But when he saw that he didn't understand anything and looked at his child blankly, Du Wei instantly calmed down.

If the child is in danger of life because his mother refuses to use an aerosol inhaler.

So if he could successfully persuade his mother to change his mind, would it be considered saving a life and prolonging his life?

Du Wei, who sat back on the chair, decided to take out some expertise and try again:

"Do you know what asthma is, this lady? Or do you know but don't care at all?

Do you know that your current behavior is betting on your child’s life?

Listen!

As long as the cells in your child's trachea are stimulated, they will secrete special substances that cause inflammation and contraction of the trachea.

At the same time, mucus secretion increases and the cell layer begins to fall off, which will cause tracheal inflammation.

But steroids can stop the inflammatory response.

If you don’t stop this reaction, then your son will suffocate to death sooner or later. Have I made it clear enough!”

The boy's mother was shocked by what Du Wei said in one breath.

Although she didn't understand anything, she felt shocked.

Du Wei's confident and professional speech in front of her made her feel that the image of the young doctor in front of her suddenly became taller.

She was able to threaten loudly just now and suddenly became timid:

"Doctor Du...Doctor Du Wei, is there really no other way?"

Seeing the change of his mother in front of him, Du Wei thought to himself that he still had to use his aura to suppress people.

Only with enough confidence can the patient believe in his diagnosis.

Using a negotiating tone will only make people feel weak, ignorant, and then doubt the diagnosis.

With experience, Du Wei used unquestionable affirmation when he spoke again.

"Believe me, there is no other way to better treat asthma!

Steroid aerosol inhalers are currently recognized as the best way to treat asthma!

If you want your son to grow up healthily, you must start using an aerosol inhaler from now, now, now!

Otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life!

Even Dr. House is here and will make the same diagnosis as me!"

Hearing Du Wei's decisive words, his mother's face clearly showed a look of hesitation:

"Is there really no other way?"

Du Wei directly stretched out his hand and pointed at the door:

“If you don’t believe in the doctor’s diagnosis, don’t believe in the safety of steroid aerosol inhalers.

Then please leave here!

Leave time to others who need help more, thank you!”

Facing Du Wei's ultimatum, his mother finally retreated.

She didn't yell at her to complain about Du Wei anymore, and didn't say she would wait for House to come back to diagnose.

Holding his son's hand, he obediently took Du Wei's diagnostic formula and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

However, Du Wei's guessed life reward was not received.

It seems that the boy's symptoms are not serious at this time.

It seems that it is difficult to get life rewards through outpatient clinics.

After all, when there are signs of death, emergency room is the first choice, not the expert clinic that requires a long queue.

Du Wei glanced at the watch and took thirty seconds to diagnose the disease. He persuaded his mother to accept the medicine for nearly thirty minutes.

It's exactly the same as House.

Even with such advanced modern medicine, many people still do not trust doctors.

Doctors can take far longer to explain why this should be done than to diagnose.

This also causes the outpatient clinic to sometimes have the next person queuing for a long time.

Just as Du Wei was thinking so.

House opened the door and walked in cursingly, indicating that Du Wei's outpatient experience card had expired.

Du Wei, who thought he was going to sit until four o'clock after get off work, asked inexplicably:

"What's wrong?"

House snorted coldly:

"Hmph, that guy Cardi threatened me that if I let you sit alone again, my authority in the hospital would have to be taken back.

It's so damn, she's joking about the patient's life!"

After cursing for a few words, House walked to Du Wei as if he suddenly remembered something and picked up the outpatient record that had just been recorded.

He looked very carefully and tried to find out what Du Wei missed.

This will make Du Wei less proud.

But no matter how he looks at it, there is nothing wrong with the outpatient record.

Except for time.

House looked up at Du Wei, who was calm, and then spoke:

"Asthma? Isn't this symptom easy to judge?

Why did it take so long? Then my mother disagrees, right?

You still have too little experience, so you can practice more if you have the opportunity to visit the clinic in the future.

Next time I encounter this situation, I will tell her directly. If you don’t listen to the doctor, don’t come to the hospital. Just go to the coffin shop to prepare the coffin.

OK, I will notify you of the next diagnostic meeting.

Now, go to the pharmacy to get the Abendazole prepared for Rebecca.”

House closed the outpatient record book, pointed at the door with a crutch, signaling Du Wei to leave.

Du Wei shrugged, not agreeing with House's suggestion.

If he said to the patient directly to buy a coffin, he would probably be able to discount his legs and become the next house.

If the patient was a little more ruthless, Du Wei might be shot and killed while walking after get off work.

In this kind of gunfight every day, this is very likely to happen.

Brain cancer is not the only thing that threatens Du Wei's life.

Du Wei, who had taken the medicine, came to Rebecca's ward with X-rays.

At this time, Rebecca looked at the ceiling with his eyes blank, without any concern about the results of the X-ray.

Du Wei is very familiar with this state.

He used to be like this, and this was a state of waiting for death.

But Rebecca is much luckier than him, she has the treatment.

Du Wei coughed twice and attracted Rebecca's attention.

He hung the x-ray on the board, turned on the light, pointed to the white dots like bullet shells on the x-ray and said:

"Rebecca, it turned out. Look here, this is a larva, a tapeworm larva."

Hearing Du Wei's cough, Rebecca's eyes finally focused on Du Wei's body.

After seeing the white dot, Rebecca seemed to have a light of hope in her eyes, but it soon disappeared.

She was afraid that her hope would disappear again.

Seeing Rebecca's silent look, Du Wei continued to speak:

“That’s what you want to prove that there are larvae in your thighs.

So there must be more larvae in your body, including in your brain.

And it's likely that it's been living there for six years."

Rebecca's face moved slightly:

"Really?"

Du Wei smiled, turned around and poured Rebecca a glass of water, and handed over two pills:

"Of course, this is Abendazim. Take two tablets every day after meals and last for one month to improve."

"Are you just two pills?"

Rebecca's eyes were full of disbelief, compared to the pain suffered by various treatments before.

It was incredible that two pills could cure her disease.

She had reason to suspect that the intern Do Wei in front of her was lying to her.

Thinking of this possibility, the hope that ignited in Rebecca's eyes was extinguished again. She pushed away the medicine handed over by Du Wei and said with a wry smile:

"I understand that you may have good intentions, but what I need most now is the comfort of others. Let me die quietly like this."
Chapter completed!