This doctor is not short of money

Looking at Du Heng's prescription, Mr. Chen was puzzled.But at this time Du Heng was not around, so he could only give up temporarily.

As for Zheng Yuancheng's son, no matter what they think, he just wants to feed his father with medicine wholeheartedly, so that his father can get better quickly and get rid of this miserable life earlier.

Therefore, when Du Heng explained the three-hour feeding time, he strictly abided by it, and when the time came, he immediately helped the old father feed the soup.

Then, following Du Heng's example, he picked up a raw egg and smashed it on the plate, picked out the egg yolk with a rusty technique, and prepared to mix it with the powdered medicine.

At this moment, Mr. Chen suddenly stretched out his hand to stop, frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Zheng, do you want to take this powder now?"

Zheng Yuancheng's son nodded, "That's right, that's what Deputy Director Du said. He said that he would take it once every three hours. At night, my father should be fine."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Yuancheng's son continued to manipulate with his head down, a process he was not too familiar with.

After pondering for a while, Mr. Chen made another move to stop him, "Xiao Zheng, I just read these two prescriptions, and the prescriptions are all medicines for expelling bitter cold.

In particular, there is 'rhubarb' in the two prescriptions, and the medicine of rhubarb is cold in the cold, and the amount is quite a lot.

And your father is already able to urinate, if you take such a heavy bitter cold medicine again, with your father's current ability to restrain qi and blood, I'm afraid there will be a risk of diarrhea. "

Zheng Yuancheng's son was stunned, and he hurriedly looked at Mr. Chen and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Old Chen stared at Zheng Yuancheng on the hospital bed and said slowly, "Since you have already taken a decoction containing a lot of bitter and cold medicine, then this powder, I mean, don't give it to your father for the time being."

"No need?" Zheng Yuancheng's son looked at the powder that had just been stirred in his hand, and then looked back at his father on the hospital bed, feeling a little uncertain in his heart.

At this time, Mr. Chen said, "Your father's problem is that he can't pass his bowels. Now that he can pass urine, it means that a hole has been torn in his illness. We just need to continue to expand this hole slowly.

Although this is slower, your father will not be in danger, and it will be very beneficial for future recovery. "

Zheng Yuancheng's son stopped the movement of his hands, and he looked very confused. He looked at the finished medicine in his hand, and then at Mr. Chen and his father. He was a little undecided for a while.

But after a while, Zheng Yuancheng's son finally chose to trust Mr. Chen, put the prepared powder back on the cabinet, and covered it with something.

In the following time, Zheng Yuancheng was awake sometimes, and fell asleep sometimes. The swelling all over his body did not subside, but his complexion had changed slightly, and he no longer looked so scary.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Zheng Yuancheng once again asked to urinate, which made Zheng Yuancheng's son, who had been worried all along, finally relax.

It's just that Zheng Yuancheng's urination this time is not as smooth as in the morning, nor is it as profuse as in the morning, just a few ticks and it's done.

But Zheng Yuancheng's son didn't take it seriously, because he didn't notice his father showing a painful expression when he was urinating.

On the contrary, he also felt that since he started taking Du Heng's traditional Chinese medicine, the infusion of Zheng Yuancheng had stopped, so the less urine output should be.

Therefore, he did not tell the doctor in the hospital about it.

After going to work the next morning, the doctor who made the ward rounds saw the change in Zheng Yuancheng's monitoring data, and only found out about it after careful questioning.

At this time, Zheng Yuancheng once again proposed the idea of ​​urinating, but this time, he went straight back to the beginning, and couldn't urinate a drop.

Zheng Yuancheng's old son panicked and looked at the doctor beside him helplessly.

And these doctors in the First Hospital of the First University also looked at the middle-aged and elderly people with helpless expressions.

They really don't understand why this old man, who is not considered an old man, believes in a man who has not cured his father, but is unwilling to trust a doctor whose treatment has been effective?

Is it because one is an old man and the other is a young man?
One famous, one famous?

Just thinking of this, the doctor in the First Hospital of the First University is also a little ashamed.

Isn't this thought the same as my own thought yesterday.

Now that I think about it, I and this old Zheng's son are just laughing at fifty steps and laughing at hundreds of steps.

But things have happened, so we can only find a solution.

And the only way to solve this problem is to find Du Heng again.

Du Heng is a bit busy today and needs to go to the clinic in the morning, so he has no time to visit Zheng Yuancheng.

He thought that when he was done with the morning's work, he would rush over to check on Zheng Yuancheng's situation.

But when he just sat in the consulting room, put the teacup away, and posed, the phone in his pocket rang.

Doctor Xiaobai next to him saw Du Heng's ugly expression, and his heart skipped a beat.

In order to go to the clinic with Du Heng again, he has been waiting for a month.

Finally today, the clouds opened to see the moon, and I was about to start my study life again, but looking at Du Heng's expression, it seemed. . .like. . .

When Du Heng put down the phone, Doctor Xiaobai tentatively asked, "Deputy Director Du, shall we start calling?"

As soon as he finished asking, Du Heng made a movement that made him feel cold.

Du Heng sighed slightly, shook his head and hands and said, "Don't call your number yet, I have something urgent to deal with here."

Doctor Xiaobai's face was immediately filled with disappointment.

At this time, Du Heng picked up the phone again and told Director Wu about the matter on the phone.

After Du Heng hung up the phone, he said to Doctor Xiaobai, "You wait for the director here for a while, he will come and replace me later."

Hearing that he didn't have to leave the consulting room, Doctor Xiaobai's expression brightened instantly, and he nodded quickly in response.

Learning from Du Heng is learning, and learning from Director Wu is also learning, as long as you can learn.

The most fearful thing is that after Director Wu is replaced, he, his underhand servant, will also be ruthlessly removed.

Du Heng was not in the mood to take care of Doctor Xiaobai, so he simply cleaned up and set off immediately.

When he saw Zheng Yuancheng and understood what had happened, Du Heng just let out a long, helpless sigh.

Is that Mr. Chen wrong?
correct.

In the end, the two medicines prescribed by Du Heng will definitely cause harm to Zheng Yuancheng's body.

However, this is not a reason to stop half of the medicine.

Du Heng said during his diagnosis yesterday that Zheng Yuancheng's disease is a real person, a real pulse, and a real symptom, and he must solve it quickly and solve the problem in one go.

And the most taboo thing is to procrastinate like now.

If they had listened to their own words, if they had been able to use the medicine yesterday in one go, and the heavy doses had been administered frequently, so that the power of the medicine would hit the disease's nest, at this time today, Mr. Zheng would have recovered, and all that was left was to repair it and support it.

But now, it is a pity and a pity that it is obviously because of hesitation, which hinders the disease.

But Du Heng didn't show too much emotion about this, he even accepted all this calmly.

Because in Jinzhou, when he was helping to treat those critically ill patients in the No. [-] Hospital of Jinzhou City, Du Heng already understood that for the treatment of critically ill patients, not only the doctor must have courage and insight, but also the patient's family members must believe in it.

Both are indispensable!
After Du Heng sighed deeply again, he made a small reconstitution of the remaining powder, turning two packs into one and a half packs.

Then beat two eggs, remove the yolk and leave the egg white, stir it until it becomes sticky, and feed it directly.

Half an hour after feeding the powder, Du Heng took the decoction he had prepared again, and fed it all in one go.

Afterwards, Du Heng didn't speak, just stood beside Zheng Yuancheng and watched, waiting silently.

But I couldn't help but sighed in my heart.

After today's encounter, he is confident that Zheng Yuancheng's illness will disappear.

But at the same time, Zheng Yuancheng, after the illness disappeared, had to endure more severe physical trauma than before.

why?
Just because of the extra half pack of powder.

That old Chen was right, Zheng Yuancheng's body was already weak in qi and blood, so using the bitter cold medicine would hurt his body, and with the extra half pack of medicine, he might have metrorrhagia.

So what is a collapse?

I just can't hold my urine.

As long as you feel the urge to urinate, you must go to the toilet immediately without delay.

Otherwise, the crotch must be soaked.

Hey!
While Du Heng was meditating, Mr. Chen who got the news rushed over.

At this time, Mr. Chen, with a slightly red face and a slightly embarrassed expression, looked at the young man in front and wanted to say a few words, but he didn't know how to start.

At the same time, everyone in the ward also nodded their heads and then continued to remain silent.

Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long.

Because not long after, Zheng Yuancheng said again that he wanted to urinate.

Just like yesterday, Zheng Yuancheng's son stepped forward to serve his father conveniently.

But the difference is that halfway through the convenience, Zheng Yuancheng's son made a sound of panic, and at the same time, Zheng Yuancheng's sound of pain came.

Du Heng frowned, stepped forward and opened the curtain, stood in front of the hospital bed and began to observe.

Zheng Yuancheng's son pointed to the urinal and said in a panic, "Deputy Director Du, look what's going on, my dad's urine looks like blood, and... and there seems to be blood clots in it And meat slag?"

Du Heng took a second look, and after seeing clearly what Zheng Yuancheng urinated, he was completely relieved.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's all right, the Sanjiao is really hot."

Zheng Yuancheng's son was taken aback for a moment, looked at Du Heng in disbelief and asked, "Is this all right?"

"Ah."

Du Heng agreed softly, then slowly withdrew from the curtain, leaving Zheng Yuancheng's son to tidy up.

And when Du Heng withdrew, Old Chen behind finally couldn't bear it anymore, and came forward after coughing lightly, "You are Xiao Du, right?"

Du Heng glanced back at the old man, then hummed lightly.

He wanted to show respect to the old man, but with the matter of making rash comments on Zheng Yuancheng before, and the matter of randomly interfering with other people's medication yesterday, plus the current sentence of "Little Du", Du Heng immediately thought of a word: rely on the old to sell the old.

So the respect that just rose from the bottom of my heart was immediately eaten by an invisible dog.

Du Heng's plain attitude made Old Chen's face turn pale, and his expression changed several times rapidly.

But the situation is stronger than the people.

He changed Du Heng's medication yesterday, and the patient's condition returned, but as soon as Du Heng took action, the patient showed signs of recovery again, and he could only hold back his breath.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Laoqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, and still asked his inner doubts, "Little...Dr. Du, how did you diagnose that Lao Zheng is the evidence of evil heat flooding the triple burner, while Isn't it the weakness of luck and transformation after Yuanyang is exhausted?"

Du Heng didn't want to answer at first, but when he thought of the old man's comments on Mr. Zheng, which almost killed Mr. Zheng, he couldn't help but turned around and asked, "Senior, how did you diagnose Mr. Zheng? The yang energy is exhausted, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry?"

Old Chen's eyelids were twitched by Du Heng's rhetorical question, but he still said patiently, "Of course it's based on pulse and symptom analysis."

Du Heng suddenly chuckled, "Senior, your diagnosis is mainly based on the pulse condition, supplemented by symptoms, and the result of the analysis of the pulse-pushing syndrome, right?"

Old Chen's eyelids twitched again, "The diagnosis has always been like this, is there a problem?"

Du Heng laughed dryly twice, and then he didn't want to talk anymore.

But it was the two dry laughs that made Chen Lao feel that he had been greatly insulted, and his breath became a little rough for a while.

Seeing that Du Heng finished laughing and didn't speak, he could only hold back his breath and ask, "What do you mean by laughing?"

Du Heng couldn't help laughing again, looked back at Mr. Chen and said, "There are many kinds of pulse methods, such as the dogmatic pulse method taught in universities, Zhang Zhongjing's Yin-Yang pulse method, and the Five Elements pulse method. etc.

But in the final analysis, pulse method is to explain the movement direction of blood and qi in the blood vessels.It gives doctors a basis for diagnosis through the speed, strength, ups and downs of blood flow.

But it is only a basis, not a necessary means.

There are clear records in Zhang Zhongjing's medical books. Sometimes, for certain diseases, one has to seek evidence through the pulse, and then use the symptoms to push the pulse, and then use the pulse to match the symptoms. The two evidences are the most accurate diagnosis.

So, why do we have to focus on the results of the pulse condition and ignore the etiology and pathogenesis of the symptoms? "

Du Heng got a little angry when he was talking. He didn't want to say something, but he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"As far as Mr. Zheng's pulse is concerned, there is no doubt about the excess heat." Du Heng held back his breath and said, "But the excess heat floods the triple burner, completely blocking the upper, middle, and lower three channels, completely blocking the qi and blood passages, and the circulation of qi and blood." There will inevitably be the illusion of stagnation and stagnation.

If you only analyze it from the pulse condition at this time, then Mr. Zheng has no energy in his body, and he has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. "

Others are not Chinese medicine practitioners, but they basically understand the logic of what Du Heng said, and think what Du Heng said is very good.

As an old Chinese doctor, Mr. Chen was severely taught a lesson by Du Heng, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

But before he could speak, Du Heng, who was on the top of his head, said again, "The diagnosis of traditional Chinese medicine is based on the combination of pulse, syndrome and ginseng.

This ginseng is the core of Chinese medicine, that is debate.

What is debate?
That is mutual derivation and verification, repeated verification.

If you simply compare the pulse and symptoms to get a diagnosis, this is not called dialectics, but permutation and combination. "

Well, now everyone present understands that this Dr. Du is not explaining his diagnosis method, but negating this old Chen's method of seeing a doctor.