Li Chu didn't waste any time and asked directly: "Has this happened to your child before?"
The child's mother shed tears and kept looking at the child on the hospital bed. After hearing Li Chu's question, she shook her head: "No, I have never seen him like this before."
"Does anyone in your family have this disease? Whether it's your mother's side or the child's father's side."
The child's mother thought for a moment and then said: "No one in my family has this disease, and his father has never heard of anyone having this disease. Doctor, why does my child get epilepsy?"
Li Chu did not answer her question. After the child on the hospital bed calmed down, he stepped forward and began to feel the pulse. After feeling the pulse with both hands, he asked: "Where is the child's father?"
"He is at work. Our neighbor has already called for him. He should be here soon."
Li Chu nodded, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and handed it to an intern next to him: "Go to the first clinic of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and get my acupuncture needle from the military green satchel hanging on the wall.
come over."
Then he walked up to Director Chen and said: "Director Chen, I suspect that this child should be hereditary, and then something might have scared the child in the past two days, so the epilepsy was induced."
At this time, the child's mother intervened and said: "Yes, doctor, when the child was playing outside our yard yesterday afternoon, he was eating a steamed bun in his hand. Suddenly a wild cat rushed over, jumped up and took the steamed bun away from the child's hand.
My son was so frightened that he sat on the ground and couldn't speak for a long time."
Everyone in the ward, including Director Chen, looked at Li Chu in surprise.
Director Chen had seen a traditional Chinese medicine doctor treat sheep horns before, so he just asked Li Chu to come over.
But he didn't expect that so much information could be judged just by looking at the pulse.
The intern who went to get acupuncture needles for Li Chu ran back, followed by a man in his thirties.
Seeing this man, the child's mother immediately walked over, grabbed his arm and cried bitterly. It seemed that he must be the child's father.
"What's going on, Xiaofen, what happened to my son?" The child's father asked anxiously, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his head.
Deputy Director Wang said from the side: "Comrade, your child has epilepsy. Please recall, has anyone in your family ever suffered from this disease?"
After hearing the question, the child's father suddenly calmed down and said quietly: "I...my father died of epilepsy."
The words of the child's father made Li Chu relieved. What he was most worried about was that he would get this disease the day after tomorrow. If it was congenital, it would be better. It could be controlled by taking Chinese medicine.
Li Chu didn't say anything, but took out two needles from the needle bag, asked the nurse to disinfect them, walked over and inserted two needles into the child's head.
Within a few minutes after the needle was inserted, you could see that the expression on the child's face, which was still unconscious, became lighter.
Li Chu wrote another prescription, handed it to the child's father and explained: "Just drink this medicine once a day. If the child gets sick again after he goes back, remember not to touch him and just put a towel in his mouth."
"Doctor, how long do I need to take this medicine?"
"Keep drinking. If that time was the last time he got sick, just drink for another three years. If he gets sick again after he goes back, the time will start counting from that time. Do you understand what I mean?"
After listening to Li Chu's words, the child's father nodded blankly.
It is really rare for a doctor's order to last for such a long time.
Not to mention that they are rare, this is the first time Li Chu has given such medical advice, but there is no way, this child is hereditary, so he can only survive by drinking medicine.
After prescribing the medicine, Li Chu took out the needle, and the nurse in the internal medicine department also arranged for the child's father to go through the hospitalization procedures. The child still needs to be hospitalized for observation for a few more days.
Seeing that nothing happened, Yan Bugui and several other school teachers were about to leave.
Li Chu also said hello to Director Chen and Deputy Director Wang, and was going to see off Yan Bugui and the others.
"Xiao Li, don't leave yet. We have admitted a few more kidney failure patients here. Please help us take a look at them."
He sent Yan Bugui to the door of the ward and chatted casually without saying much. Yan Bugui knew that Li Chu had something else to do, so he said goodbye to him.
After they all left, Li Chu followed Director Chen to another ward to see the newly admitted renal failure patients.
After watching the director and others go out, an intern who had just arrived at the hospital asked his instructor: "Teacher, who is Dr. Li from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine? He looks about the same age as us.
,How come your medical skills are so good?"
To put it bluntly, Li Chu was almost thirty years old, but his appearance had hardly changed in the past few years, and he still looked like he was twenty-two or thirty-years-old.
The same is true for Ding Qiunan. After marrying Li Chu, her appearance has not changed much. She gave birth to twins, and her figure has returned to the same as when she was a girl. It is not obvious that she is the mother of a child.
The physician, who is called the teacher by the interns, is writing the child's medical record. The requirements for writing medical records are now much stricter than before.
After hearing what the intern said, he stopped writing and raised his head to look at the interns around him, smiled and said: "You guys, don't look at Dr. Li's age. He is less than thirty. He is already a member of our hospital.
He is an expert-level person, and his medical skills are those he learned from his master.
Now not only our hospital, but also other hospitals in the 49 cities often send cars to invite people for consultations. Few directors in our hospital have such treatment.
You guys should learn it in a down-to-earth manner. Although Dr. Li is a Chinese medicine doctor, through self-study, his understanding of Western medicine is no less than that of you college students."
After saying that, he continued to write medical records, cursing secretly in his mind as he was writing. I don't know who the bastard came up with to standardize the writing of medical records. It was so torturous.
He didn't know yet that the bastard he was scolding was Dr. Li just now.
I don’t know how many doctors across the country are scolding Li Chu now. Fortunately, they don’t know who came up with this idea. Otherwise, not to mention the doctors in other hospitals, the doctors in their hospital alone would drown each one of them with spit.
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The teacher's words make several interns look at each other, which makes people live. Geniuses are the most annoying, and what is even more annoying is that they are geniuses and work harder than you. This is simply unacceptable.
Leave a way for ordinary people to survive.
You said that you, a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, do not study your own traditional Chinese medicine and study Western medicine by yourself. You are not worse than those of us who specialize in it. This is very embarrassing.