This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 627

After sending Director Zheng away, Du Heng's irritability subsided a little, but he didn't have any extra rest time, so he got up and walked to the ward. Wu Buwei also had a lot of troubles there.

When I arrived at the office, I saw Wu Buwei talking with a few people, and everyone was not in a good mood, even a little over the top, with big eyes and small eyes.

Du Heng took a serious look, and the one who stared at Wu Buwei was the doctor from the provincial doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

"The patient had cramps in his hands and feet and sore bones before, and according to the patient's self-report, he seemed to have something stuck in his throat for a long time, and he would cough up and down with his breath, but he couldn't cough out. Typical symptoms of wind phlegm?
I use Wuyao Shunqi San to dredge the airway and relieve wind-qi, what's wrong? "

Wu was not afraid of arching his masseter muscles, but he still suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, since there is no problem with your diagnosis and your treatment method, why did the patient, after taking the Wuyao Shunqi powder you prescribed, Will there be crooked mouth and eyes, and the situation that the arms cannot be stretched?

In this case, the patient had no symptoms before receiving treatment.

If you are wrong, you are wrong, why don't you admit it? "

The doctor who was arguing with Wu Buwei was a little older and more mature than Wu Buwei, and was similar to Du Heng. When he heard Wu Buwei say that he was wrong again, he also blushed with anger, "This Isn't this a normal stroke?
This shows that my previous diagnosis is correct, which is a stroke.

It's just that the patient arrived late, which delayed the best time for treatment, and it was also because I was too conservative in my medication and misjudged the patient's condition that the patient developed into what he is now.

If it wasn't for my timely medication, the patient would not only have crooked mouth and eyes, numbness and inability to stretch his arms, but could not even walk, and had become paralyzed. "

Wu Buwei trembled at this person's shamelessness. It was obviously his wrong treatment, but he put all the responsibility on the patient.

"Okay, since your diagnosis is correct, what about the follow-up treatments? Why hasn't the patient recovered at all, but the numbness of both arms is getting heavier?

How do you explain this question? "

The man who was questioned froze for a moment, but immediately said, "This should be because the medication time is too short, and the effect is not visible yet.

Chinese medicine treatment focuses on a steady word and pays attention to gradual and orderly progress. As a resident doctor who has just obtained the qualification to practice, you have to learn more and don't be too radical. "

"You..." One sentence directly hit Wu Buwei's weakness.

This is also what he was most worried about when Du Heng proposed him to be the team leader of this project. His qualifications were too shallow, his resume was too thin, and he had no qualifications to convince others.

Just like now, it is obvious that he was wrong, but he has no power to refute when people talk about their qualifications.

"What's the noise?" When Du Heng heard this, his expression immediately dropped, and he walked into the office with a dark face.

Seniority is the most useless thing for Du Heng, because in terms of seniority, he, Du Heng, has nothing to offer.

Seeing Du Heng coming in, the two people who were arguing stopped talking, and the people watching the excitement also quietly took two steps back.

Du Heng walked to the middle and looked at the people present with a cold face. He didn't go to the provincial doctor of traditional Chinese medicine immediately, but said, "Bring the case you just discussed."

Wu Buwei held back his anger and handed the case to Du Heng. From his chest heaving rapidly, it could be seen that he was hovering on the verge of an outbreak.

Du Heng glanced at Wu Buwei indifferently, but did not comfort him, but took a serious look at the case.

"Lead the way ahead, go to the ward to see this patient." After reading the case, Du Heng quietly closed the case, turned and walked out of the office.

Wu Buwei quickly adjusted his breath, then walked quickly in front of Du Heng, and led Du Heng to the ward.

The patient is a man in his 50s. Although his mouth and eyes are crooked, it is not difficult to see that there is a slight bulge between his brows and eyes. When looking at his eyes, there is also a thick and real gloom, especially the mouth, which is obviously crooked. , but the lips have a very inconspicuous upturn.

There is resentment in the heart, small-mindedness, and depression.

This is not an illusory appearance, but an expression of emotions caused by stagnation of liver qi.

Du Heng checked the patient's pulse, and then checked the patient's face, as well as the arm that could not be stretched and raised horizontally.

"Who are you to the patient?" After the examination, Du Heng looked at the young woman beside the patient and asked softly.

The young woman didn't know who Du Heng was, but seeing a large group of people following Du Heng, she felt very nervous. When she heard Du Heng's question, she hurriedly said, "This is my father."

"Father and daughter, that's just right. Come to the office. I have some questions to ask you."

After Du Heng finished speaking, he turned around and went to the office, and the young woman followed quickly.

At this time, the provincial doctor of traditional Chinese medicine suddenly stepped forward and said softly, "President Du, I know all the patient's information, you can ask me."

Du Heng glanced back lightly, said nothing, then continued to walk to the office, leaving the doctor standing there with an embarrassed expression on his face.

It's not because he just pissed off Wu Buwei and Du Heng didn't give him face, but after the examination, he found that the doctor's diagnosis of the patient was specious, the cause of the disease was wrong, but he was angry because he refused to admit it.

Back in the office, Du Heng asked the young woman to sit across from him, and asked softly, "Since when did your father suffer from spasticity and bone pain?"

The young woman was a little nervous, she couldn't help looking around, especially looking at the circle of doctors surrounding her, she was so nervous that she couldn't speak.

Du Heng also noticed the girl's gaze, and smiled slightly at the girl, "Don't be nervous, these are all doctors who came to our hospital for internship, not to say how serious your father's illness is, they are all observing and studying.

Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Du Heng. I am the dean of the city's women and children and the person in charge of the stroke treatment project.

Hmm~~ You know this stroke project, right? "

After listening to Du Heng's introduction, the girl relaxed a little, and then nodded to Du Heng.

Du Heng continued to smile, and asked softly, "Since when did your father become unwell?"

The girl calmed down a bit, as if thinking about it, "I don't know the exact time, but I heard from my mother that after my father was fired from their factory, he stopped talking very much and was always sullen all by himself.

Later, when I was in elementary school, my mother said that he had numb hands and feet. "

The corner of Du Heng's mouth twitched, he had seen him get mad at himself, but it was the first time he had seen someone who could hold back for so many years.

While thinking about it, he pointed to his throat, "Your father has something in his throat, and he always feels like he's stuck. When did it happen?"

The girl thought for a while, and then said, "Three years ago, my father and an uncle who set up a stall together got into a fight and passed out after scolding for the space.

After waking up, his hands would twitch from time to time, and he kept complaining that his bones ached. Also, the thing in his throat appeared at that time. "

The girl's expression became a little disgusted, "My mother always said that my father smoked, and the phlegm got stuck in his throat.

Every time I heard the sticky, sticky sound of drinking in his throat, my mother felt disgusted and always scolded him to make him spit it out.

But every time I heard him spit and couldn't spit it out, it made me even more disgusted. "

Du Heng nodded slightly, "Okay, I understand about your father's situation, you go back and chat with your father more, I don't think he is very happy."

"He's just like that. Since I can remember, his face has never been shown, and it has always been that droopy."

"Then talk more, make your father happy, and maintain a happy mood, which will also help your father's recovery."

The girl nodded, "Okay, I'll go back and try. He has always had that expression all these years, and I don't know if it will work."

After Du Heng told the girl a few more words, he let the girl go back.

After the girl left, his face became gloomy, his eyes were not directed at anyone, but the people in the office unconsciously breathed lightly.

Du Heng turned his gaze slowly, and finally put his gaze on the doctor of provincial Chinese medicine, "I haven't asked for advice yet, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Shen, and I am an attending physician of internal medicine."

"Hello, Dr. Shen, just now you also heard the story of the patient's daughter. Is there any difference from what you heard before?"

Dr. Shen shook his head directly, "There is no difference."

"Then you still insist that the patient had a stroke caused by wind-phlegm?"

"Isn't it?" Dr. Shen directly expressed his doubts.

Du Heng took a deep breath, "The patient is stingy and likes to keep his anger out of his mind. You should have heard this, right?"

"I heard it, and then what? What does it have to do with his stroke?"

"Stingy people are easy to get angry, but patients don't vent their anger, they are people who hold it in their hearts." Du Heng said seriously, "anger is anger, anger hurts the liver, liver qi is blocked, such obvious liver qi Stomach stagnation, liver wood disease, what do you think it has to do with stroke?"

Du Heng tapped the table vigorously with his fingers, "Tell me, what does this have to do with stroke?"

The sound of "dong dong dong" knocking on the table seemed to hit everyone's heart, each of them lifted their spirits and looked at Du Heng fixedly.

Dr. Shen's heart skipped a beat, but there was more confusion in his eyes. He didn't know what he meant by what he said.
Do you want to say that this is not a stroke, or that this is not a stroke caused by wind and phlegm.

Du Heng narrowed his eyes, "The liver belongs to wood, and wood likes water the most. The result of stagnation of wood is water consumption. Too much water consumption makes it more difficult for wood to relax, so the patient's gloom is heavier. Can you understand this? "

Dr. Shen nodded, but still looked at Du Heng in confusion.

"And wood restrains soil, and soil belongs to the spleen and stomach, which will cause damage to the spleen and stomach, and because of insufficient water vapor, the spleen will be hot and the stomach will be dry, and extreme heat will generate wind. This is the origin of the crooked mouth and eyes of the patient."

Du Heng glanced at Dr. Shen lightly, then looked at everyone and said, "This is a typical internal wind disease, not a stroke caused by wind-phlegm.

How can the patient recover if the pathogenesis is not found correctly? "

Dr. Shen wanted to refute, but Du Heng's prestige in this field made him dare not make mistakes, and Du Heng's explanation just now was very clear, so he couldn't find a reason to continue to insist.

Du Heng is not Wu Buwei, and he is not someone who can be turned back just because he is not qualified enough.

Although Du Heng feels that his qualifications are not enough, it also depends on who he compares with.

Du Heng paused slightly, then turned his head to look at Wu Buwei, "Why are you standing there, quickly revise the patient's treatment plan."

Wu Buwei glanced at Dr. Shen with a cold face, then lowered his head and picked up his pen, ready to start recording.

"I have just explained to you why the patient has symptoms of stroke, so the treatment must be to nourish the spleen and stomach.

However, tonifying the Qi of the spleen and stomach alone will not work, because the liver wood suppresses the soil, and the spleen and stomach are still uncomfortable. Therefore, the correct treatment method must be to soothe the liver to support the spleen and stomach.

Prescription white peony root, Poria cocos, yam, raw jujube kernel. . . . . "

Wu Buwei quickly recorded it, and then handed it to Du Heng.

After Du Heng glanced at it, he returned it to Wu Buwei, then stared at Wu Buwei and said, "You are the actual person in charge of the team, and if you find any problems, you must correct them in time.

Also, if you find a problem and talk about it directly, what's the use of arguing?

Do you think this project team is a debate team? "

Wu Buwei was so wronged, he didn't expect to be scolded in the end.

But thinking about the conversation with Dr. Shen just now, Du Heng's scolding is also right.

But Du Heng looked at Wu Buwei and lowered his head, and didn't say anything, but turned his eyes to Dr. Shen who was beside him who didn't say a word.

"Dr. Shen, we are a treatment group here. The standard is that those who have achieved it are teachers. Age and qualifications are the most useless things in this group."

Du Heng's voice was very soft, but his words were very clear, "Dr. Wu is indeed only a doctor with a junior professional title, but he is the team leader I appointed, and I know his level.

If you disagree with his diagnosis, you can discuss it with him or come to me to discuss it, which is something I welcome very much.

But if you feel that being led by a resident makes you unhappy and uncomfortable, you can leave by yourself after the gate is over there.

We will not force you here, nor will we force you to endure what you cannot accept. "

After finishing speaking, Du Heng stood up and walked slowly outside the office door, "This is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time, I don't want to hear words like age and seniority again.

To persuade people, it is best to convince everyone from your own professional point of view, rather than using such infamous methods.

Here, what I need is unity, efficiency, and cure rate. "

Seeing the back of Du Heng leaving slowly, no matter whether it was the city's women and children's doctor or the new trainers, none of them dared to speak.

(End of this chapter)