"There is a young female college student who just graduated and found a job, a private company."

"On the first day of work, the patient fainted and hit his head against the corner of the table, and blood flowed. The boss of the private company was shocked at that time because she had just started working and had not had time to buy insurance."

"Insurance? Private companies buy insurance for them?" Director Zhang was stunned.

"I was injured when I was at work, which was an industrial injury." Zhou Congwen said this and suddenly realized that it was now 2004, and there was a high probability that there were no insurances and funds.

Not to mention private enterprises, the same is true in hospitals. When working for eight hours is mentioned, it is like digging the ancestral grave of the dean and the department director's family, which crushes their ancestors' bones and brings ashes.

The key is!

The dean and the department director refused to give money, and they made contributions all the time.

This kind of way of doing things like cheating fools, paying attention to dedication, curing diseases and saving lives, and being willing to be poor has been going on for many years.

Zhou Congwen paused for a moment, ignored the flaws in his speech, and continued, "When he was sent to the hospital, the boss also asked the director of the emergency department to help watch the movie. He probably was very scared."

"Well, this person is sometimes dead. It's probably a small company, and he's still creating something." Huang Lao asked.

"Yes, boss." Zhou Congwen said, "If something big happens to someone, one compensation can cause the entire company to go bankrupt."

"Later, I checked the head ct, fortunately the patient had nothing to do." Zhou Congwen continued, "But no matter how it is, I have to check some problems when I fainted for no reason."

"After the end of the investigation, there was no conclusion. The patient's family was more reasonable and explained the truth. The patient had fainted frequently since childhood and had seen the disease in Jianghai City and the provincial capital, but had no diagnosis."

Director Zhang suddenly became interested. She looked at Zhou Congwen's side face and sighed at the young and brilliant atmosphere.

"Professor Zhou, what's the last one?" Director Zhang asked.

"The patient was discharged from the hospital." Zhou Congwen said frankly, "No problem was found. But when I read the literature, I noticed a disease - Oriental Beauty Disease."

Mr. Huang smiled slightly, very relieved.

Director Zhang frowned and said, "Is it a major artery artery? The disease is... not right, it should be a carotid artery?"

"I guess it is." Zhou Congwen said, "This disease is mostly caused by young Asian women under the age of 30, which is relatively rare in Europe and the United States.

Therefore, many Western doctors call this disease "Oriental Beauty Disease".

If young people, especially women, often suffer from symptoms such as dizziness, dizziness, headache, vision disorders, and especially blurred vision or loss of vision when standing up and walking, you can doubt whether it is an oriental beauty disease.”

"The patient is 46 years old." Director Zhang retorted.

If Mr. Huang said this, Director Zhang would definitely admit it directly. Next, he would ask Mr. Huang what treatment plan should he give.

But... Zhou Congwen is far from enough.

Even though there are two halos of world number one, Director Zhang is still unwilling to accept it.

Every expert has his own pride, which is endowed by patients who have been cured over the years.

The emotions of pride and confidence are real, and Mr. Huang can question it, but a young doctor like Zhou Congwen is absolutely not good.

Although Director Zhang did not subjectively look down on Zhou Congwen, she did think so in her heart, and this idea really existed.

However, Director Zhang's words seemed to be automatically filtered out by Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen.

Huang Laoyouyou said, "I have met some patients, but now I feel a little ashamed when I think about it. At that time, someone suddenly fainted and felt no pulsation in the carotid artery and radial artery. I thought I was dead."

"It should be breathing." Zhou Congwen asked.

"It's very weak, probably ignored." Huang Lao said, "Once I heard that there was a young wife in the next village who was resurrected from the dead. Her family was looking for someone to exorcise ghosts, so she walked thirty miles away."

"At that time... it was messy, you know." Mr. Huang continued, "Fortunately, the villagers still respect me more. I have observed it for a long time. It is the pulseless symptoms mentioned in traditional Chinese medicine, which is the multiple arteritis mentioned in Western medicine."

Director Zhang listened in a daze to the exchange between Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen, and a very strange feeling emerged in his heart.

It seems that no matter how incredible the exchange between Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen is, it is not accessible.

The two of them went from the heart to the octopus, to a young woman with fainting, to pulselessness and multiple arteritis.

Director Zhang was a little confused.

"Generally speaking, if multiple arteritis occurs in the carotid and radial artery, you really have no good idea at that time." Zhou Congwen said.

"Yes, even immunotherapy is impossible." Mr. Huang sighed, "What's the use of a clear diagnosis? If it can't be cured, it can't be cured."

Zhou Congwen patted his boss on the shoulder.

The more you understand some things, the more painful it becomes.

Due to the limitations of technological conditions at that time, even if you understand what disease is and give a correct diagnosis, there is no way to treat it.

This is the historical limitations that our boss calls.

"Lady Huang, does this patient have multiple arteritis?" Director Zhang asked in confusion.

"Director Zhang, what did you think about it?"

"I think we need to identify Bertel disease and Kawasaki disease."

"Prepare for consultation, everyone sit down and chat." Huang Lao said with a smile, "The patient's condition is not urgent. Everyone expresses their opinions and talks about their own ideas."

"you……"

"I won't say it anymore. Zhou Congwen will come to this consultation."

Director Zhang had heard that Mr. Huang's closed disciple was doting by Mr. Huang. Last year, when Mr. Huang carried a broom to chase Zhou Congwen in the courtyard of 912, he shocked countless people.

Mr. Huang took Deng Ming to the front line and refused to let Zhou Congwen go.

Everyone knows what this matter means.

Sure enough, Zhou Congwen won the world's first place twice in a row, doing a clean and beautiful job. This year, he appeared in 912 and became a professor in the leading group of cardiothoracic surgery.

Is Zhou Congwen even required consultations now?

Director Zhang thought about countless things in an instant, and finally nodded.

"Zhou Congwen, have you seen it?" Mr. Huang ignored Director Zhang and continued to ask.

"I haven't seen it, but I've seen it." Zhou Congwen said something very difficult to say.

Seeing is the view of reading; seeing is the view of meeting patients.

Although it is quite vague, it is enough for me and my boss to understand.

"Tell me briefly what you understand." Huang Laodao.

"Multiple arteritis is an autoimmune disease that is related to the production of an immune response in the body.

Due to unknown reasons such as genetics or various primary infections, the body's immune response is caused, and the wall of the artery is mistakenly attacked as a foreign object.

This attack occurs in antigen-antibody reactions, forming immune complexes that are deposited on the wall of blood vessels, causing nonspecific inflammation, causing immune damage, and thus leading to astringent stenosis and occlusion of the astroart."
Chapter completed!