Chapter 277: Fever? Cold?

"Dad, wake up dad!"
Zhao Rui yelled in panic.
Unexpectedly, my father was so serious that his heartbeat stopped.
The medical staff next to him did not give up either, and kept pressing Zhao Rui's chest for CPR.
After three ribs were completely broken, Zhao Rui's father finally recovered his heartbeat, but breathing was still difficult and the situation was still very dangerous.
"Dali, I beg you to save my dad, I don't need the gift money, I just want my dad to get better!"
Zhao Rui was anxious, and she was really no master.
Wang Dali smiled bitterly, he is not a doctor, what can he do.
"Old squad leader, what's the situation?"
And at this moment, a tall figure suddenly walked outside, naturally it was Jiang Beichen. Wang Dali just made a phone call in a hurry. He locked the door of his house and hurried over to take a look.
"Beichen, why are you here?"
Wang Dali sighed, with a nervous expression on his face. I don't know how well Lao Zhangren is doing well.
He is going to get married tomorrow. If there is something wrong with the old husband, the marriage is about to become a funeral! "Don't be so nervous, your father-in-law is just an ordinary lung disease, he can't die!"
Jiang Beichen explained lightly that from the first time he saw Zhao Rui's father, he saw that the other party had a lung disease, but the attitude of this family was not good at the time, and he was too lazy to be nosy.
"Young people don't talk nonsense, the patient's heart stopped just now, you actually said that you can't die?"
At this time, a middle-aged doctor next to him stared suddenly.
I don't know what this young man is doing, it's nonsense.
But he didn't have time to talk to Jiang Beichen at this moment, but said to his hands: "The patient is suspected of having an acute myocardial infarction. Take nitroglycerin and take quick-acting Jiuxin pills by mouth!"
"No nitroglycerin!"
Jiang Beichen shook his head, "The patient is suffering from lung disease. You are using drugs indiscriminately. Nitroglycerin affects lung function. This is undoubtedly worse!"
"Young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"
The middle-aged doctor hurriedly scolded: "The patient is now suffering from arrhythmia, shock, and heart failure. This is obviously a symptom of myocardial infarction! How could it be a lung disease!"
"I said it was lung disease, it was lung disease!"
Jiang Beichen still insisted on his opinion.
Zhao Liqin was stunned.
Are you studying medicine?
You said it was lung disease?
Zhao Liqin himself is the clinical director of the county hospital. If it is a lung disease, can he not see it?
This kid is questioning his authority! "Although his current symptoms are similar to myocardial infarction, it is actually a pneumothorax caused by a basic lung disease. Your diagnosis is too sloppy!"
Jiang Beichen said lightly.
"Am I sloppy?
OK, after a while when I get to the hospital and take a film, you will know who of us is hasty! "
Zhao Liqin said irritably.
"No, Director, I'm afraid that the patient's state will not be able to support the hospital!"
The medical staff who was rescuing suddenly shouted loudly. At this moment, Zhao Rui's father had gradually lost his will, and his heart rate and blood pressure had dropped to the lowest point.
"Get out of the way!"
At this time, Jiang Beichen strode over, took a thick needle out of the nurse's first aid kit, and raised it high.
"Young man, what do you want to do?"
Zhao Liqin suddenly yelled, "If there is something wrong with the patient, we are not responsible!"
"You stop me!"
Zhao Rui was so scared that he quickly went up and held Jiang Beichen's arm: "What do you want to do, you are murder!"
"If you don't want your dad to die, just let me go!"
Jiang Beichen said coldly, if it wasn't for the old squad leader's sake, he wouldn't bother to care about the life and death of Zhao Rui's father.
"you!"
What Zhao Rui had to say was quickly pulled aside by Wang Dali. Although he didn't know what Jiang Beichen was going to do, he believed that Jiang Beichen must have his own reason.
歘! Jiang Beichen didn't talk nonsense, and directly inserted the needle into the seat on the right side of Zhao Rui's chest. At the same time, Zhao Rui's father suddenly sat up, his eyes widened, and he was gasping for breath.
His complexion gradually eased.
Everyone was stunned.
Unexpectedly, it is really pneumothorax?
?
The doctors present have all studied clinical medicine and naturally understand pneumothorax. This disease is the most difficult to judge in the clinic unless it can be seen by X-ray b-ultrasound.
However, this young man made a judgment on the spot, and was able to accurately find the location of the pneumothorax and release the gas remaining in the chest cavity, which is simply incredible.
"Dad, how do you feel?"
Zhao Rui was still a little nervous, and quickly walked over to ask.
"Okay, much better, I was really suffocated just now!"
Dad Zhao Rui gasped and said.
"Have you had a history of allergic asthma before?"
Jiang Beichen asked lightly.
Dad Zhao Rui nodded quickly, "I did it a few years ago, I thought it was good, but I didn't expect to commit it again!"
"Well, even if it is a pneumothorax, your father's condition is very dangerous now, and he needs to go to the hospital for further treatment!"
Zhao Liqin said with a serious expression and responsibly.
The group followed the ambulance to the county hospital, and Zhao Rui's father was sent to the intensive care unit for the first time.
Wang Dali finally breathed a sigh of relief and punched Jiang Beichen's chest: "Okay boy, I haven't seen him in a few years and I have become a genius doctor!"
"Following the military medicine in the army for two days, it's just blinding!"
Jiang Beichen shook his head and smiled.
After diagnosis, Zhao Rui's condition still needs to be hospitalized for some time. After the drip was put on, Jiang Beichen personally gave Zhao Rui's father a needle, and the condition was completely stabilized.
And the two Zhao Ruiniang hurriedly called Wang Dali aside and went on to discuss the wedding.
"Mr. Jiang, thanks to you just now, if you hadn't made an accurate judgment, I'm afraid the patient would have been delayed by us!"
Zhao Liqin walked over and said with a look of shame.
"It's okay, just a little effort!"
Jiang Beichen did not take it seriously.
"But looking at Mr. Jiang's treatment techniques, he should have studied Chinese medicine, right?
I don’t know which medical school Mr. Jiang graduated from? "
Zhao Liqin asked suddenly.
He also studied Chinese medicine when he was young, and Jiang Beichen's acupuncture technique just a moment ago really surprised him.
Although many people don't trust Chinese medicine now, he knows that it is because there are too few real Chinese medicine practitioners.
And the young man in front of him is obviously a great Chinese doctor! "Just a little understanding of fur!"
Jiang Beichen smiled modestly.
"Mr. Jiang is too modest!"
Zhao Liqin nodded, this young man is not arrogant or impatient, he really has the style of a great doctor.
From the perspective of medical skills, the character is really not bad at all.
"The director is not good!"
At this time, a doctor suddenly hurried over.
"The old man who got fever was sent yesterday, I'm afraid it will not work!"
"what?"
Zhao Liqin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't care about talking to Jiang Beichen, and hurried over.
When he heard the word ‘febrile’, Jiang Beichen frowned and hurriedly followed.
Jiang Beichen followed Zhao Liqin to the outside of an intensive care unit.
Across the thick glass, Jiang Beichen saw the old man who had "fever". He looked 70 or 80 years old with gray hair and pipes all over his body, but his face was as red as a cooked crab. It was covered with abscesses, and the sores were still bleeding with blue pus, which looked very miserable.
At this moment, the old man's various physical signs have dropped so severely that he has even passed through shock. Zhao Liqin and a group of medical staff hurriedly worked around, which temporarily stabilized the old man's condition.
"Director, I'm afraid the patient won't be able to survive tonight!"
After Zhao Liqin came out, the attending physician also followed, and said solemnly.
"Try your best!"
Zhao Liqin tore off the rubber gloves and shook his head helplessly.
"Huh, Mr. Jiang, you haven't left yet?"
Zhao Liqin was stunned when he saw Jiang Beichen, but he didn't expect him to follow here.
"You just said that this old man has fever?"
Jiang Beichen glanced toward the ward and frowned.
Zhao Liqin nodded, and said helplessly: "Recently, the weather has continued to be hot. Many elderly people have red heat and abscesses all over their bodies. There is no final conclusion about the specific disease, but it is caused by high fever, so it is temporarily set as Fever!"
"You think it is fever, but I think it is cold!"
Jiang Beichen's eyes flickered, and suddenly said lightly.
"Oh?"
Zhao Liqin stayed for a while, wondering how Jiang Beichen would come to such a conclusion.
The attendant next to him showed a disdainful expression: "Young man, if you don't understand, don't just talk about it, okay?
Fever, shock, growth of impetigo, herpes, which are obviously symptoms caused by high fever, you actually said it was cold? "