Jiang Fei followed Weng Hai into the military vehicle and drove straight to the Jijiang Provincial Military Hospital.
The atmosphere inside the car was very dull, no one spoke, mainly because there were four soldiers in the car.
Weng Hai was obviously used to this situation, so his expression was natural and he closed his eyes to rest.
The young doctor next to him was a little nervous, obviously he had not experienced this kind of thing.
Jiang Fei is actually very used to this kind of situation. He has encountered many unusual first aids in his previous life, and has also been in many such situations. When receiving a doctor, he was warned not to ask, not to tell, and he had to sign a confidentiality agreement.
Exactly half a word revealed.
Therefore, many big names do not meet doctors at all for treatment. After all, they need to keep it confidential.
But there are exceptions. It depends on the mood of the big shot. If he is in a good mood, he may see a doctor, but most of them will not go because the health condition of the big shot needs to be kept secret.
In many cases, surgery can only be performed directly based on analysis of medical records.
Surgery also requires a series of treatments. For example, the anesthetist is arranged to come in. After the anesthesia is given, the surgeons are allowed to come in and perform the surgery without looking at the face during the whole process.
So many times even doctors don't know which big shot they are treating.
In this way, the pressure on the surgeons is lessened. If they don't know who the patient is, they can just treat it as an ordinary patient.
So Jiang Fei is used to this situation now.
Ten minutes later, Jijiang Provincial Military Medical Hospital arrived.
Weng Hai took Jiang Fei out of the car and walked straight to the hospital building.
After arriving at the internal medicine department of the hospital, Weng Hai walked into the department office, put on a white coat, and then walked out, his face solemn and silent throughout.
Only after looking at Jiang Fei who was waiting for him at the door, did he speak briefly.
"Follow me!"
It's not that Weng Hai wants to make things mysterious. In fact, this kind of thing must be more mysterious.
Jiang Fei didn't know what Weng Hai meant by bringing him here, but since he asked him to follow, it was obvious that Weng Hai had his own considerations, so he just followed.
Weng Hai came to the door of the conference room at the other end of the corridor, and sure enough, there were several soldiers standing at the door, all carrying guns.
"Stop!"
The leading soldier stretched out his hand to stop him, and then several other soldiers came forward to search him. After confirming that everything was correct, they nodded and retreated.
"Director Weng, please!"
Obviously these soldiers also knew Weng Hai. After all, Weng Hai worked in a military hospital and was also a soldier.
Jiang Fei followed Weng Hai into the conference room.
The conference room is now full of people in white coats, and of course there are also military personnel wearing old green uniforms.
Vice President Han, who was in charge of the internal medicine department of the military hospital, saw Weng Hai come in and immediately stood up to greet him.
"Old man, be careful!"
Vice President Han glanced at the military personnel opposite him, and then reminded Weng Hai in a low voice.
Weng Hai nodded with a straight face, obviously already used to this state.
"Hello, I am Weng Hai!"
Weng Hai showed a smile, stepped forward and saluted a military salute, then looked at these people and asked: "Where is the patient? Where is the medical record?"
This set of procedures is obviously very familiar.
Moreover, when he introduced himself, he did not need any title such as the director of the internal medicine department of a military hospital. He simply said that I was Weng Hai.
It can be seen that Weng Hai's reputation is not small in military hospitals.
The leader of the army returned a military salute, then handed the medical record bag to Weng Hai and said in a loud voice: "Director Weng, please take a closer look."
"The old man can no longer bear the torture and the pain is unbearable."
While listening to his words, Weng Hai took out a medical record and a dark film from the medical record bag.
He put the film on the viewing light and the film was immediately visible.
Jiang Fei also took a look and had an idea in his mind.
I saw that the photo showed bones, and it was at the ulna of the left hand. It was obvious that there were traces of repair inside, but there were still some calcification spots around it.
Weng Hai doesn't care much about movies. He is a Chinese medicine practitioner. Movies are only a supplement, but they are definitely not a decision.
There are three main things he wants to look at, one is the chief complaint and medical history, the other is the medication, and the third is the symptoms.
The case clearly states that on a certain day of a certain year, the patient Zhou was shot through the left ulna by a bullet during a battle. The gunshot wound resulted in a comminuted fracture of the upper end of the left ulna. After surgical treatment five years ago, the fracture healed well.
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However, damage to the ulnar nerve caused functional impairment, resulting in muscle atrophy of the upper limbs, unbearable pain in the affected area of the ulna, limited extension of the left little finger and ring finger, and dull sensation of hot and cold.
Especially when the weather is cloudy and cold, the pain is even more unbearable.
It rained in Chuncheng today and the weather turned cold. The patient Zhou couldn't stand it anymore and almost fainted from the pain, so he was hospitalized for treatment.
This is the medical history. Weng Hai read it from beginning to end.
As for other things, he won't ask about them at all, which is also his habit.
Besides, he would encounter such mysterious patients every day, and he had already become numb.
"I need to see patients."
After Weng Hai put down the medical records in his hands, he handed them to Jiang Fei behind him, and then asked the military personnel in front of him.
After Jiang Fei received the case, he looked at it carefully. After reading it, he understood what the problem was.
The sequelae caused by the gunshot wound resulted in the inability to flex and extend the fingers, painful defecation when exposed to cold in winter, and severe damage to the ulnar nerve.
Weng Hai gave the medical records to Jiang Fei, which attracted the attention of some people, including doctors from the hospital's internal medicine department. However, the military personnel did not pay attention.
Their eyes were all on Weng Hai.
"The patient is already in ward 7 under medical care."
At this time, Vice President Han said something and gestured towards Weng Hai.
Weng Hai nodded, turned and walked towards the special care ward.
Jiang Fei followed with the medical records in hand, followed by other physicians and a few military personnel.
The provincial military hospital naturally has a high-care unit, so this is naturally inevitable.
The military hospital itself serves the military most of the time. Of course, civilians can also come to see a doctor, but more often they go to the First Provincial People's Hospital, the Second Provincial People's Hospital, or the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and the First People's Hospital of Beichun City.
Hospital etc.
After all, it is a province. There are four or five provincial hospitals alone, and there are also three or four hospitals in provincial capital cities, as well as regional hospitals in various districts, and some state-owned factory hospitals.
For example, the Beichun City Automobile Factory Hospital deals with hundreds of thousands of factory workers. In some cases, it is even more professional than hospitals in the province or city.
"Old man, who is behind you?"
Vice President Han followed Weng Hai's footsteps and asked in a low voice while walking towards the special care ward.
Weng Hai knew that Vice President Han was asking about Jiang Fei, so he smiled and replied: "Don't you know?"
"What do I know?" Vice President Han stared at Weng Hai in surprise, somewhat confused.
There were no soldiers in front of Weng Hai, so his reaction was more casual. He smiled and said, "What activities are you going to participate in tomorrow night?"
"Of course he is Mr. Tang's disciple..."
In the middle of his words, Vice President Han suddenly widened his eyes, pointed at Jiang Fei behind him, and said softly in surprise: "Is he the disciple Mr. Tang wants to accept?"