This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 259 Don't Smoking
When Du Heng's figure appeared at the door of the Department of Gastroenterology, all the doctors and nurses quietly paid attention to Du Heng, and there was such a one-second pause in the corridor of the entire department.

But then the whole department entered the inertial movement again.

In the reception room, the patient was a little nervous, but relatively stable.

But her daughter, like an ant on a hot pot, looked eagerly at the door of the office.

Why not come, why not come?

Today, in her live broadcast room, because her mother has been notified to review it, the number of viewers has already increased, and it will soon equal the previous record.

But she had been sitting in this reception room for almost an hour, but she couldn't wait for the attending doctor.

The audience in the live broadcast room, however, became impatient at this time, and kept typing on the public screen, urging the anchor, and even threatened her that if the broadcast did not start, they would quit the live broadcast room.

The girl panicked, and wanted to press Xu Pinglin, how long until Du Heng, the attending doctor, arrived.

But he didn't want Xu Pinglin to show up in the reception room at all, because he couldn't just take care of their family, he also had a whole department of patients to worry about, and young doctors would ask him to go and have a look from time to time.

The corner of the girl's mouth was on fire, but there was nothing she could do.

When she turned anxiously, her eyes saw Du Heng walking in the aisle. He was being led by the clever young doctor that day to the reception room.

Today, there are not a large number of onlookers in the reception room, only Du Heng and that clever little doctor.

Entering the reception room, Du Heng was the first to say sorry, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

The patient stood up, smiled slightly, and said very politely, "It's okay, Dr. Du, you must have other patients to be busy, we are not in a hurry, it's okay to wait."

Having said that, it is very comfortable.

But when Du Heng saw the raised cell phone again, he frowned and said immediately, "Ma'am, are you taking pictures or live broadcasting?"

"live streaming."

"Sorry, today's treatment cannot be broadcast live, please turn off your phone, or please leave."

The girl froze for a moment, "Why?"

"Because of your live broadcast, first, it will violate the privacy of patients; second, because of my treatment process, it may cause misunderstandings among netizens watching the live broadcast, which will have some bad effects; third, if someone watches your live broadcast, learn If you use my treatment plan, but due to the wrong medicine, unpredictable consequences appear, or your own condition is delayed, are you responsible or am I responsible?"

The girl looked at the number of people in the live broadcast room, and said with a slack in her neck, "I'm in charge!"

The corner of Du Heng's mouth twitched, "Are you responsible? Can you bear this responsibility? Do you know what the consequences are?"

Then he turned to the patient and said, "Is it your daughter? Tell her to turn off her phone. Otherwise, we won't be able to continue today's treatment."

The patient just wanted to talk, but the girl interrupted very dissatisfied, "Then why was it possible to broadcast live last time? It's not fair."

fair?

You are seeing a doctor in the hospital, but because you can't broadcast live, you argue with me about fairness?
Du Heng almost laughed angrily, "Because you just finished arguing last time, in order not to irritate you, I agreed to live broadcast. Second, during the last live broadcast, I only talked about the diagnosis and the meaning of medication, but I There is no specific medicinal material."

The girl was still dissatisfied, and wanted to pester her again, but she didn't want the patient to change his face directly, "Shut it off, I can't hear Dr. Du's words."

Seeing her mother's stern eyes, the girl could only turn off the live broadcast very reluctantly, she felt her heart was bleeding.

After turning off the live broadcast, she struggled again and said, "Then can I record the video?"

Du Heng was unhappy, "No."

"Why?" The girl was even more unhappy.

"Because by doing so, you are invading my privacy."

The patient also saw Du Heng's displeasure, and gave his daughter a hard look, "Get out, go outside, hurry up."

The girl was startled by her mother's stern tone, and after glancing at her mother, she could only walk out resentfully.

But outside, she turned on the live broadcast again.

Although the reception room is made of glass, you can see inside, but you can't hear what's being said inside, so Du Heng doesn't care.

After the girl went out, Du Heng stopped paying attention to her, but began to observe the patient carefully, and then checked her.

"After taking the medicine this week, has there been any change?"

"There is a little change. The feeling of bloating is much lighter, and I can feel hungry. But every time after eating, my stomach still feels a little bloated."

While the patient was talking, he kept gesturing to Du Heng with his hands.

Du Heng not only listened, but also carefully watched the patient's gestures.

Because many people can't clearly describe the exact location of the discomfort, but they are Zhang Guan Li Dai.

For example, my stomach hurts, but it seems that the place he is pointing at is in the liver area.

Sometimes he said his stomach hurts, but the place he covered was close to the bladder.

Therefore, when the patient pointed out that it was uncomfortable, Du Heng would always look at it very seriously.

"How about the stool? Is it better?"

"The stool is almost once every two days now, but the volume is not much."

Du Heng frowned slightly, and the speed of recovery was a little slower than he expected, which did not meet his expectations.

And when he was looking at the woman's mouth just now, he had some doubts in his heart, "Do you have the habit of smoking?"

"Yes, I have been smoking for many years. And recently, due to physical reasons, I feel very irritable and smoke a little too much."

Hearing this, Du Heng could only sigh helplessly.

It's also his fault. During the last examination, because the patient was a woman, he didn't think about her smoking ability. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Sighing lightly, Du Heng said, "When you go back, quit smoking, don't smoke anymore."

The patient nodded and agreed, but still asked, "I want to ask, why can't you smoke?"

Du Heng said, "Because smoking can constrict gastric blood vessels, affect the blood supply of gastric parietal cells, reduce gastric mucosal resistance, induce gastric disease, or slow down or even hinder recovery."

This time it is clear enough.

Seeing the patient nodding again, Du Heng reminded him again just in case, "Don't drink alcohol."

"I haven't drank any wine. I haven't drank since I felt sick to my stomach."

"That's good." Du Heng paused and said, "If your condition develops in a better direction, you can feel it yourself. But because of your smoking, the recovery effect is far from what I expected. After going back, continue to take the medicine, and continue to review after a week."

Du Heng looked at the doctor who came in again, and said to him, "Remember, the patient's white and greasy fur has slightly changed, and the damp evil has gradually changed, but the function of spleen and stomach has not recovered, and the original prescription remains unchanged. Seven more doses are prescribed. One dose a day, divided into three doses."

(End of this chapter)