Fairy Doctor

Chapter 83 He Seems to Be Surnamed Lin
Chapter 83 He Seems to Be Surnamed Lin
"It seems... his surname is Lin." Chen Xiang was slightly startled.

"That's right. Before even the secretary's father was hospitalized, all the experts in our hospital were helpless. They took X-rays, gastroscopy, medicine, and the cause of the disease, but it didn't work. Lin Yu made a move, and within 10 minutes, he cured his illness, and he also cured Lian Lao's old stomach trouble."

"You don't know, now I can eat three-quarters more than before, and I have two or two small drinks a day, and I live a very nourishing life. If it was in the past, it would have been impossible."

Yang Wen sighed while talking, Lin Yu is a talent, but unfortunately the hospital failed to keep him.

"No way, just that young man?" Yan Daihe said in disbelief.

"It's him. I can recognize this handwriting. This is a real expert." Yang Wen said while greeting several experts and asked, "What results did you find out?"

"It's appendicitis, surgery is enough." The leading expert said.

"What did Lin Yu say, can you tell me more about it?" Yang Wen turned around and asked.

"He said that the old man had a problem with his pancreas, and he couldn't be operated on because of the hyperglycemia caused by his pancreas," Lin Bo replied.

"Check your blood sugar immediately, and check your pancreas." Yang Wen said solemnly.

"Dean Yang, this is not necessary. We have checked it out. Mr. Chen's most serious condition is his appendix, which has already caused perforation. What we are going to do now is to operate on Mr. Chen." An expert wondered said.

"Do as I said. If it is true that Mr. Chen's high blood sugar is caused by pancreatitis, and his blood sugar remains high, the surgical wound cannot heal in time. If something goes wrong, are you responsible?" Yang said. Wen said seriously.

"Yes, we will investigate immediately."

This expert is also an authoritative figure. Now that Yang Wen said this is equivalent to questioning his medical skills. Although he was extremely upset, he still had to follow Yang Wen's words. Why?He is the dean, and the official rank crushes people to death.

Although he slandered Yang Wen in his heart that he didn't know any medical skills, he still had to investigate according to Yang Wen's words.

The first thing to check is blood sugar. When a doctor held a small blood glucose meter with data, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Professor Li, Mr. Chen's blood sugar is very high, at 28 points." The doctor said with some horror.

A normal person's blood sugar is five to six on an empty stomach, and even after a meal, it should not exceed eight. Now Chen Lao's blood sugar has reached nearly thirty, which is already off the charts.

"What? It's so high? Immediately investigate the pancreas problem." The old expert in charge was taken aback, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead instantly.

It was definitely a misdiagnosis just now. If it was just ordinary appendicitis, it would never make the blood sugar rise so fast. There must be other reasons.

For a while, all the doctors in the room were busy. Misdiagnosis is a common occurrence, but the problem is that the identity of the old man in front of him is extraordinary.

Who is Mr. Chen?An old Chen can be said to support half of Jiangnan's economy, regardless of his status as the representative of others, but because of his status as the current helm of the Chen Group, if he falls, half of Jiangnan's economy will almost collapse.

People with this status are also allowed to be misdiagnosed?This group of expert teams was dripping with cold sweat, and for a while they seemed to see their gloomy future.

"Has the result come out? What's going on?" Everyone in the Chen family is more anxious than anyone else. The old man is the pillar of the entire Chen family. He must not have anything to do. Otherwise, the unprepared Chen Group must be in the eyes of other families. Anyone can come up and take a bite of a piece of fat.

"It's clear...the result is acute pancreatitis." A doctor said tremblingly with the result.

You must know that the mortality rate of this acute pancreatitis is extremely high, and the entire expert team was a little helpless for a while.

"How to treat it." Chen Xiang roared.

"This... we suggest that we send a special plane to the capital right away, maybe there is still a chance of survival." An old expert said.

"A chance? Does that mean our old man's condition is critical?" Chen Ping was furious. He wished he could strangle this group of old experts to death.

When they came, they would pretend to be more aggressive than anyone else, such as experts and authorities.It is concluded that my father's illness is appendicitis, not serious.

Not only did the treatment come and go, but it was not cured, and now it has become acute pancreatitis, and it has reached a critical juncture. Now they have turned to the imperial capital for treatment, is it too late?
"Transfer to the hospital first, and immediately invite the experts from the Jiangnan Sanatorium to the hospital for a joint consultation." Yang Wen was also in a hurry, he knew that what the expert said just now was the refusal's words.

Usually, when encountering a seriously ill patient, the hospital will definitely suggest transfer or go to a higher-level hospital to see it. Now the experts at the central hospital are helpless to deal with this disease, so the expert habitually shirks it, but you don’t even look at where it is. Will you be cured?Can you push the patient around?
"Dean Yang, my father's illness..." the Chen brothers stepped forward and asked.

"Mr. Chen... I can only talk about Mr. Chen's condition and obey the destiny. This kind of acute pancreatitis has a very high mortality rate, so..." Yang Wen couldn't continue.

Chen Xiang and Chen Ping were shocked. The words from Yang Wen's mouth meant that his father's condition had reached a very serious level, and they couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"Perhaps, Lin Yu will have a solution." Yang Wen looked at the prescription in his hand, and his eyes could not help but light up.

"But is he reliable at such a young age?" Chen Ping asked.

"Now that Mr. Lian has recognized him as his grandson, if he is really an ordinary person, would Mr. Lian value him so much?" Yang Wen said.

"Elder Lian recognized him as his grandson?" Chen Xiang was taken aback. There was no need to say more about the identity of Elder Lian. If that was the case, they really missed the master today.

"Then Dean Yang, please come and invite him for our Chen family." Yan Daihe said.

"This...I'm afraid it won't work." Yang Wen said with a wry smile, "That young man is an expert. At first I tried to keep him in the hospital but I didn't. If your attitude just now was a bit bad, I'm afraid I can't do it. Yes, I think you should go to the Eighth Clinic in person..."

Eight clinics.

Lin Yu sat there as if nothing had happened. There were not many patients in the afternoon, but as soon as Lin Yu came back, the number of patients in the clinic immediately increased.

Although Li Xiang rarely had a leisurely time, he felt that he was gradually being marginalized. This place used to be centered on himself.

But since Lin Yu came, all those sweet little nurses who usually like to chat with him when they have nothing to do have all turned to Lin Yu's side, and now no one cares about him.

Looking at Lin Yu's handsome face, Li Xiang really wanted to pick up a knife and disfigure him.

Lin Yu went to see a doctor very quickly. Most of the old neighbors in front of him had some stubborn illnesses. Although they were not serious, they were very difficult to deal with.

"Doctor Xiaolin, please take a look at my old rheumatism. It's been many years. As soon as my leg hurts, it will rain immediately, which is more accurate than the weather forecast." An old lady sat in front of Lin Yu and said.

"Old man, you are not rheumatism." Lin Yu clasped her wrist and understood the situation.

"It's not rheumatism? What is that? I used to treat rheumatism, and some medicines are also effective." The old lady was surprised.

"Your leg is the root cause of your illness during confinement. Think about it carefully. When you were young and confinement, did you expose your leg to cold water?" Lin Yu asked.

"This... I have had it. I remember when I gave birth to my eldest son, I was still in the production team. At that time, the whole people engaged in prostitution, and the atmosphere was very good. Everyone was full of energy. I went to the paddy field with my child's father before I was confinement. Work." The old lady recalled.

"That's it, confinement disease. Your illness probably didn't show up right away. That's because you were in good health at that time, so you didn't take it seriously. But the root cause of the disease has been left behind, and the problem will come out when you get old."

Lin Yu picked up the golden needle while talking, asked the old lady to roll up her trouser legs, and then said while doing acupuncture for the old lady: "The medicine you take is for rheumatic leg disease. In fact, most of the medicines are for this kind of medicine. The banner of healing is, in fact, a painkiller in itself."

"You didn't feel any pain in your legs when you took the medicine, but that's why you committed a crime as soon as you stopped taking the medicine." Lin Yu performed the needle while talking, and took off the needle after the needle was completed.

"It turns out that's the case. No wonder it's light when you take the medicine, and it hurts when you stop the medicine. It turns out that it's painkillers. That druggist is a bastard." The old lady suddenly realized.

"Okay, how do you feel?" Lin Yu looked at the light rain outside and said, "In the future, you, a weather forecaster, may not be accurate."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore." The old lady stood up and tried to walk a few steps, and then said pleasantly: "It really doesn't hurt anymore, Dr. Xiaolin, it's really thanks to you, it's amazing."

"Prescribe a few medicines, and you'll be fine after taking a few times." Lin Yu wrote down the prescription and handed it to the old lady.

"Doctor Xiaolin can even diagnose the confinement disease decades ago. It's amazing. It's worthy of being a miracle doctor. From now on, if I feel unwell, I will recognize you." The old lady picked up the prescription with admiration, and ran to the side to grab it up.

"Old man, you don't need to take your pulse. You have whooping cough. According to traditional Chinese medicine, it is wind-cold obstruction syndrome. You have been coughing for quite a few days."

Lin Yu smiled when the second patient stretched out his wrist.

"Yeah, I've had a cough for half a month, and it hasn't worked. It's so severe that you don't need to feel the pulse. I'm afraid your master, Mr. Yang, can't do it either. The blue is better than the blue." The second patient said admiringly. .

"Cough is secondary, but you have to look at your arthritis. Are your feet cold recently and you can't bend or stretch your legs?" Lin Yu asked while writing the prescription.

(End of this chapter)