"Where is Professor Zhang?" Director Xue asked again.

"Inside." someone answered.

Director Xue took Yang Jian's hand again, lowered his voice but said urgently: "Professor Zhang was invited by us, from another province. If the patient is favored by Professor Zhang, the medical profession in our province will

I’ll lose my face.”

"What are you talking about? Are you still hoping that Professor Zhang can't cure it?" Yang Jian said a little angrily.

"No, no..." Director Xue shook his hands wildly, and then sighed: "You don't know, Director Ma will come over in a while. Why do you think this matter is so small?" Director Xue rubbed his hands, full of satisfaction.

Anxious face.

Director Xue is not a doctor, but an administrator, and his ideas are different from ours, but today he was obviously really anxious and kept saying the wrong things.

"Hey, you're here, Lao Feng. Have you ever gone in to take a look? Do your Chinese medicine doctors take a look too? Maybe it will work." Director Xue was in a hurry and went to the doctor. Then he turned around and grabbed Lao Feng and said.

"Ahem, well..." Old Feng was a little reserved.

I know that Lao Feng wants to give it a try. I don’t know about Lao Feng’s medical skills, but judging from his usual conversation, Lao Feng is still confident in his medical skills.

"Stop doing this and that, let's go in and take a look!" Director Xue grabbed Lao Feng and walked towards the treatment room.

"Follow me!" Deng Qi took my arm and followed Director Xue in.

The atmosphere in the treatment room was very solemn. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a child lying on a small bed in the treatment room. A young mother, with her face full of tears, stood beside the small bed helplessly.

Professor Zhang frowned and looked at an ultrasound test sheet.

"Um...Professor Zhang, please ask Dr. Feng to take a look too." Director Xue said and let Old Feng in.

I stood a little far away from the cot. At this time, many Western doctors also came in. Yang Jian stood beside me without saying a word.

"Okay" Professor Zhang sighed.

Lao Feng didn't say anything. He walked to the crib and looked down at the child.

"Grandpa, are you here to see me too?" The child on the hospital bed asked with a pair of big eyes and a sweet voice.

"Yes, grandpa is here to see you. Don't be afraid, he will be fine in a while." Old Feng said, grabbing the child's wrist and starting to take a pulse.

I observed the child carefully and saw that the child's belly was high and round. The child's face was normal, slightly red, and his hair was soaked. It was obvious that he had been tortured just now.

It seems relatively quiet, which indicates that the child's pain is intermittent.

While Lao Feng was feeling the pulse, Professor Zhang introduced the child's condition in a soft voice.

"The child's symptoms are like general abdominal bloating, which is also common in children. All the examination results have been done. No foreign matter was found in the child's abdomen, and food poisoning has been basically ruled out. I initially judged that it belongs to the category of bloating.

Yes, but different from general bloating, the child's abdomen is very hard, accompanied by intermittent severe pain and suffocation. The cause of these symptoms has not yet been found." Professor Zhang introduced it in detail, and I basically understood it.

Already.

"How long has it been since the child had a bowel movement?" Lao Feng asked.

"It's been three days, and now I can't even urinate. Doctor, please save my child." The child's mother said and started crying again.

"Mom, don't cry. I'm good. I don't feel pain." The child on the hospital bed was very sensible. When he saw his mother crying, he immediately started to comfort her.

My nose is a little sore, what a cute child.

Deng Qi wiped her tears and said with a choked voice, "What a pitiful child."

Lao Feng gently pressed the child's big belly: "Good boy, does it hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel pain." The child had a painful expression on his face, but he said it didn't hurt.

"Good boy, you have to be a good and honest baby. If it hurts, tell grandpa." Lao Feng pressed it again and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little bit." The child changed his words this time.

"Baby, you must be in terrible pain, my poor child." The child's mother held her child's hand and said with tears.

"If mom doesn't cry, I won't cry either." The child comforted his mother again.

I found that this child cared very much about her mother crying. As long as her mother cried, he would comfort her mother.

Old Feng opened the child's eyelids to look again, and then tapped on the child's belly for a long time.

"How are you doing, Doctor Feng?" Director Xue asked anxiously.

Lao Feng didn't say anything, and slowly stood up and walked a few steps outside.

Director Xue and Professor Zhang both came over.

"The symptom is bloating. My judgment is consistent with Professor Zhang's..." Lao Feng pondered, and then asked: "Does the child have feces in his abdomen?"

"No." Professor Zhang answered.

"Then it's bloating. Let me prescribe a prescription for ventilation and give it a try to the child." Old Feng said after considering it.

I saw an obvious look of disappointment on Professor Zhang’s face.

"Old Feng, we Western doctors also have medicine for ventilation, but it's useless." Yang Jian couldn't help but interjected.

Old Feng frowned and was about to speak when he heard the mother of the child over there exclaimed loudly: "Baby! Baby! Doctor! Doctor...!"

We rushed over again.

The child turned blue and rolled on the bed holding his belly, but the child never said a word. The child's mother hugged the child and shouted loudly: "Baby, don't scare mom...baby!"

After a while, the child's face became bluer and bluer, cold sweat broke out on his head, and his little lips trembled non-stop. Soon the child's eyeballs turned up, showing symptoms of suffocation.

"Quick, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, put on the ventilator!" Professor Zhang took the child from his mother's hands and immediately began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the child. Soon another nurse came over with a ventilator.

The treatment room was so crowded that we all retreated towards the door.

"Doctor Feng, will your recipe work?" Director Xue asked hesitantly.

"The child is like this now, I'm afraid he won't be able to drink the medicine." Old Feng sighed with a gloomy face.

"Is there any other way?" Director Xue asked again.

"Well... let me think about it." Old Feng frowned and started thinking.

The child's complexion improved quickly after cardiopulmonary resuscitation was performed, and he did not even need a ventilator.

The child's mother couldn't bear it anymore and asked Professor Zhang loudly: "Are you a doctor? My child suffocated twice just like this. Can you cure it? If not, I will go to another hospital."

My mother's face was flushed, her breathing was short of breath, and her temper was very irritable.

"It's no use going to other hospitals. The doctors here are the best." Yang Jian replied.

"What did you say! What did you say! What's the best? I think you are all a bunch of quacks! If my child has an accident, I will never end it with you!" the child's mother yelled.

"Mom, Mom, stop swearing. I'm fine. I want to go home." The child woke up again on the hospital bed and said timidly.

"Baby, mom, stop scolding, stop scolding." The child's mother immediately hugged the child and comforted her.

"Excuse me, has your child eaten anything in the past three days?" I asked.

"I ate it the first day, but I haven't eaten it in the past two days." The child's mother replied, then turned to look at me: "Who are you? Are you also a doctor?"

"Yes, me too." I smiled at the child's mother.

"Don't mess around here, get out!" Yang Jian said to me very rudely.

I ignored him and asked, "What did the child eat on the first day?"

Yang Jian wanted to say something more, but Professor Zhang waved his hand to stop him.

"Are you a doctor? Don't fool me! My child was delayed by quack doctors like you!" the child's mother said angrily.

"Answer my questions first. Don't worry, your child will be fine." I kept smiling.

"My child had his birthday that day and had birthday cake." The child's mother still answered me.

"Cream?" I asked.

"Yes, children like to eat butter the most."

I nodded, then walked to the hospital bed, bent down and looked at the child: "Little guy, did you eat anything else besides birthday cake that day?"

The child looked at me with his eyes wide open, nodded, and then immediately shook his head. I noticed that the child's eyes were looking straight towards his mother.

"Can you go out and get the child a glass of water? I'm afraid the child won't drink when the nurse comes." I turned to the child's mother and said.

"I can't leave the child!" the child's mother said immediately.

"Look, the child is thirsty." I winked at the child and asked, "Do you want to drink water?"

"I want to..." the child said.

"Okay, baby, mommy will be back soon, don't be afraid." The child's mother turned around and went out.

"Little guy, you are so brave. Mommy likes you the most, right?" I asked.

"Well, I also like my mother the most." The child replied.

"Then what is your favorite toy?" I asked again.

"What are you doing?" I heard Yang Jian muttering in a low voice. I ignored him and continued to ask the child: "What is your favorite food?"

"Chicken legs!" The child's eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face.
To be continued...