"Director Wen, what is the situation you encountered?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Director Wen recalled several strange cases he encountered when he was young, and compared them with his son's situation, his hands and feet became a little numb.

The word "misdiagnosis" circled in my heart, like two crows, and the croaking sound made Director Wen feel upset.

Zhou Congwen was stunned when he saw Director Wen, but he didn't urge him.

When Xiao Kai heard Zhou Congwen say this, he carefully recalled his experience and various things in the hospital. His prostate suddenly swelled, and strong stimulation reached the brain along the nerves, and waves of urination surged.

Signs of peritonitis and laparotomy were found, but nothing was found during the operation. The operator nervously checked on the operating table over and over again and again and dared not step down...

You can't even think about this kind of thing. As a doctor, Xiao Kai just thinks that the adrenaline in his body will be secreted in large quantities, and even the prostate will react.

Xiao Kai immediately contacted a medical dispute between Baishui Central Hospital a while ago.

So that's it!

Judging from Director Wen's expression, I guess he encountered a similar situation when he was young.

But at that time, the relationship between doctors and patients was quite good. At most, the patient and the family members of the patient complained in private that the doctor was really poor and he was not lucky enough to have such a person...

Now, the patient's family needs compensation, and it is difficult for the doctor to explain clearly.

It took a full fifteen seconds before Director Wen recovered. His waist bent a little more, and he said respectfully and cautiously beside Zhou Congwen, "Professor Zhou, is this situation Mediterranean fever?"

"Not necessarily." Zhou Congwen is just an old hooligan, how could he say such things that must be.

Director Wen was stunned and then smiled bitterly.

Zhou Congwen's style of speaking is very familiar, and he is the same. He always speaks like this in clinical practice, but now it's his turn, and I really feel very disgusted with people.

"I still remember something happened when I was young." Director Wen began to recall, "A teenage child had stomachache and had signs of peritonitis, but the examination was fine and he was ready for surgery."

"After opening it, I saw nothing. At first I thought it was a perforation of the intestines, which was irritating, or intestinal torsion, or something like that. But there was nothing, and cold sweat came out at that time."

"What happened later?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"It was almost cold for 3 hours. I had no choice but to close my abdomen. After I went down, the child still felt pain and made me feel worried. But I had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain the condition to the patient's family."

"I said it more tactfully. I apologize first and admit that my level is not good. But when I explained the condition, I found that the patient's father was also covering his stomach. I thought he had eaten something bad, so I went to the gastroenterology department for consultation."

"In the end, the Department of Gastroenterology said that there were signs of peritonitis, which must be a surgery matter; I think it was enteritis, which was a medical matter. I had a long dispute, and everyone disliked each other and thought that the other party was at a poor level."

"..." Zhou Congwen looked at Director Wen helplessly.

Indeed, familial Mediterranean fever is rare, but internal and surgical departments blame each other, which is a bit too much.

"In the end, I contacted the patients with the Imperial Capital and asked them to go to the higher hospital for treatment." Director Wen sighed, "I didn't have a cell phone at that time, so it was inconvenient to contact them. I don't know what the patient and the patient's family will do in the end."

"Oh, that's it." Zhou Congwen nodded, not accusing Director Wen of his handling at that time.

Director Wen’s statement is rather rough. It may be because he has been a long time and he can’t remember many things clearly. And there is no need to say so in detail. After all, it is quite embarrassing.

"Now, it is really possible that the familial Mediterranean fever you mentioned." Director Wen said.

"The main symptoms of familial Mediterranean fever are periodic fever, accompanied by abdominal, chest or joint pain," Zhou Congwen explained.

"Yes! The patient had a fever at that time and improved after taking the medicine, but it started to develop a fever soon." Director Wen began to follow Zhou Congwen's words to the patient's situation at that time.

"Fever usually lasts for 1 to 3 days, may show peritonitis, and constipation is more common than diarrhea. Pleuritis is also common. If not diagnosed in time, familial Mediterranean fever peritonitis often leads to unnecessary acute abdominal surgery."

“…”

Director Wen was shocked after hearing the diagnosis of pleurisitis.

"Professor Zhou, I have pleurisy!" he said, "I also diagnosed other diseases at that time, which felt like tuberculosis."

Zhou Congwen smiled, "It's probably that. We have encountered a few people here, and it's normal that we have no experience. Not to mention the provincial capital, when you meet patients, the imperial capital cannot diagnose it."

Although Director Wen knew that Zhou Congwen was comforting himself, he said this warmly and felt particularly comfortable.

That is, it would be strange that the imperial capital could do genetic testing in the 1980s, Director Wen thought to himself.

Although it is a misdiagnosis, it can face this rare disease...

Thinking of the misdiagnosis that he had received and the patient's family, Director Wen's face immediately became ugly.

"Professor Zhou, you said...I won't..."

"It shouldn't be. How old are you? If you haven't had any illness, you won't have any problems. I won't talk about the specific genetic explanation. I'll wait for Director Deng to come."

Zhou Congwen said with a smile at Director Wen.

Director Wen scratched his head. He knew that Zhou Congwen didn't explain it because he didn't understand, but because he didn't understand it.

This is the rhythm of being disliked.

But if you dislike it, you will dislike it. I really don’t understand it.

The patient cannot understand it, and may also say it is a matter of responsibility. But the patient in front of him is his own son. After so many years, he has not given a confirmed diagnosis.

This is not a sense of responsibility, or even a technology, I can only say that I can't understand this disease.

Director Wen was in a complicated mood. If Zhou Congwen was right, his son would have the corresponding treatment and many years of doubts would disappear.

This is a good thing.

But the label of not being able to see a doctor on his body makes Director Wen feel particularly uncomfortable.

Soon, Zhou Congwen's cell phone rang and he answered the phone.

"Director Deng, okay?"

Deng Ming's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Zhou Congwen waved to Xiao Kai. Xiao Kai understood and took out his pen and book from his handbag and handed it to Zhou Congwen.

The name and phone number that Deng Ming said was recorded, Zhou Congwen hung up and tore off the paper and handed it to Director Wen.

"This is the phone number from Union Alliance. Director Wen, please contact yourself." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

"Oh oh oh." Director Wen's hand trembled a little and he took the piece of paper.

"Joinhe is also interested in it, after all, is it the Mediterranean hot?" Zhou Congwen said, "It is usually an unknown abdominal pain, so it will be done for screening. We have a tendency now, and you say you should hurry up and send the specimens."

“!!!”
Chapter completed!