White armor

Chapter 359 Sudden Empathy

Luo Hao expressed helplessness towards the old man lying on the comprehensive dental treatment bed.

His teeth were very strong, and more useful than those of an average young man, and he was also very strong and agile, which caused him a lot of trouble.

There is no other way but to repair it bit by bit, and be on guard against the old man's struggle at all times to avoid causing external injuries.

Fortunately, Luo Hao was patient and had steady hands. When drilling a tooth, he was as quick as a dragonfly skimming the water, and water dripping through a stone. It took him three full hours to complete a job that normally only took 10 minutes.

"Okay." Luo Hao let out a long sigh.

I really want to give the old man a general anesthesia.

But the old man disagreed, and Chen Yong also disagreed, so they could only make do with it.

"Emmm, it really doesn't hurt anymore." The old man smacked his lips.

Luo Hao looked at the old man with a smile, "Come and get your teeth fixed in a few months. You can't be so willful."

"Xiao Luo, you don't know how scary it is to have something buzzing in your mouth. I can't see it, and it feels like someone else's flying sword is flying into my mouth during a sword fight, do you understand?"

I know nothing!
Luo Hao was secretly complaining in his heart.

"It's OK if you know knitting, as long as you know it."

Before Luo Hao could speak, the old man said calmly.

"???"

"!!!"

"Luo Hao, did you scold my master?" Chen Yong asked upon seeing this.

"No, I was just thinking what I know." Luo Hao replied embarrassedly.

"That's normal. Who isn't afraid of death? It's a good thing to be a little afraid. At least you know you are afraid, and that makes you a human being." The old man said with a smile.

Then I thanked the dental specialist and left West China Hospital.

After leaving the dental hospital, Luo Hao looked towards the northwest.

Just across the road is the West China Medical School. There are several high-rise buildings in the northeast corner of the medical school, occupying one corner of the West China Medical School.

"Back then I said this place couldn't be sold. The then president colluded with the developer and built Huaxi Meilu here. What the hell? Now it's been swallowed up by Sichuan University." The old man seemed to know what Luo Hao was thinking and continued.

"Ah? You were still related to this place back then?"

"Of course, I can tell fortunes and do feng shui. I have to earn some money to buy food. I can live outdoors, but what's the point of living if I live that way?"

"Master, I can make money now."

"The little money you earn is not enough for me to cover my position." the old man scolded.

"Puchi~" Luo Hao couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Chen Yong was also a little embarrassed. He really didn't know that his master was addicted to financial consumption and didn't even have money to fill his teeth.

"Okay, go ahead." The old man flicked his sleeves, a bit like a fairy, "Come and see me when you have time, forget it if you don't. You are still young and busy."

"Old man, let me take you back to Zhaogong Mountain." Luo Hao said politely.

"No need, I can go back by myself." The old man looked Luo Hao up and down, twirling his beard and smiling slightly.

The way he twirled his beard was much more graceful than Chen Yan's. Every time he moved his hands and feet, he didn't look like a human.

"Lightning-struck wood is good. Xiao Luo has a great opportunity. Chen Yong, you made a good choice."

"Master, what great opportunity does he have? I can't figure it out." Chen Yong took the opportunity to ask.

"If you can't figure it out, just keep calculating. Why are you asking me?" The old man said with a smile, "Go ahead. I'll go back to the mountain tonight and pray for you. You fix my teeth and I pray for you. We owe each other nothing."

pray?

!!!

Luo Hao's heart trembled.

"What are you thinking?" The old man seemed to be able to see through Luo Hao's thoughts and scolded, "Just a small favor to fix my teeth, you are going to let me waste my efforts?"

He seemed to be able to see through his heart. Luo Hao didn't even dare to think about it and just said thank you.

Watching the old man wearing a hurdle vest and shorts to look like an immortal, Luo Hao admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Most people really can't pull off this kind of outfit.

"My master can see through people's hearts. I didn't tell you just now. But you have a clear mind, so it doesn't matter if my master sees it." Chen Yong waved his hands and explained to Luo Hao.

"What about you?" Luo Hao was rarely curious.

"Me? I've already learned how to deal with my master." Chen Yong said with a smile, "Calm your mind and enter a state similar to meditation. You don't know how awkward it was when I first started learning things with my master."

Luo Hao could roughly understand.

Who doesn't have some dirty thoughts in their heart?

The last thing to do before death is to clear the browser. This is not a joke.

The guy born in the 00s who assassinated Trump was later checked on his browser and it was discovered that he had spent thousands of dollars purchasing content products on pornographic websites.

This is a dead person. If someone finds out what he is thinking when he is alive and communicating normally...

In that instant, Luo Hao’s embarrassment was about to explode.

It’s really hard for Chen Yong to have such a monstrous master.

"But there is one benefit. Do you know what it is?" Chen Yong saw his master disappear at the intersection of the tree-lined street and turned his head to ask Luo Hao.

"The advantage is that you can quickly find a way to deal with your master and quickly enter a meditative state." Luo Hao replied.

"Yes! My master said I have talent, that's it!" Chen Yong said happily.

"If your master concentrates on praying, how many levels higher than yours can his level be?" Luo Hao asked eagerly.

"Don't dream. The man who had the power to cover the sky with one hand in the past couldn't even meet my master if he wanted to." Chen Yong said disdainfully.

Luo Hao shrugged, spread his hands, and looked at the sky.

"You have to do as much as you can because you have a lot of destiny. If you think too much, you won't grow taller and you'll even be bald. If you don't believe me, don't look at Director Shen. He looks like a light bulb."

Luo Hao picked up the phone and called Feng Zixuan back.

"Director Feng, I was just fixing someone's teeth. Excuse me."

"Xiao Luo, you really can do everything."

Feng Zixuan joked a few times and then talked about the patient's condition.

"That's it."

"What do you think, Ronaldinho?"

"I don't have any opinion. There are many diseases that can cause similar conditions. I'm in Chengdu. I'll go back today and we'll talk about it after I get back."

"OK then."

Feng Zixuan also knew that this kind of thing could never be solved by just making a phone call from thousands of miles away, so he could only agree with Luo Hao's opinion.

"Buy a plane ticket back?" Chen Yong took out his cell phone and looked at Luo Hao.

"Go back."

Luo Hao felt very satisfied with this short "trip" and was even more interested in the old immortal in the back mountain of Zhaogong Mountain.

Chen Yong can increase his luck by +5, so what about the old man?

“It is said that there is nothing straight in Chengdu except for telephone poles and Tianfu Avenue. I don’t know if it is true or not.”

“It’s an exaggeration on the Internet.”

"What is the fact?"

"How do you know that?"

Although the medical team has been established for less than a year, Luo Hao and Chen Yong are already familiar with each other to the point where they don't feel awkward not talking.

He spoke a few words here and there, aimlessly. He didn't expect any response from each word, just spoke whatever came to his mind.

Meng Liangren followed the two of them like a transparent person, without saying a word and showing no sense of participation at all.

"Chen Yong, what do you think it feels like to become a god?"

"I don't know, maybe similar to astronauts in space."

"One year on the first day of the Chinese New Year, the astronauts were watching TV and were ready to have some fun, because it was the first day of the Chinese New Year. But the men's football team played against Vietnam, and the score was 1:3. It was really disappointing."

"Can't you give me a better example?"

"Didn't Comrade Jianguo say that there is nothing China cannot do except men's football?"

“Tianfu Airport is too far away.”

"I don't know if the massage chairs at Tianfu Airport are like what Director Qian said, which can make people's external hemorrhoids bleed."

"Why did I remember you said it was the airport in Shancheng?"

"almost."

Although he was in a hurry along the way and had almost no sleep, Luo Hao was still very energetic.

After what happened in Baltimore, after drifting alone on a great white shark for five or six days, Luo Hao felt that his mental strength had increased.

But this growth is not reflected in the numbers.

After arriving at Tianfu Airport and waiting for a few hours, Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan also arrived.

On the way back to the provincial capital, Luo Hao slept soundly. He had a dream that he was in the back mountain of Zhaogong Mountain, sitting on a bamboo chair at the door every day, drinking tea and daydreaming.

The days were leisurely, with the eldest girl Bei'er jumping around, surrounded by Zhuzi, Dahei, and Erhei who was being polished by Meng Liangren.

How nice it would be if one day we could live such a comfortable life.

After returning to the provincial capital, Luo Hao rushed to visit Zhu University.

To be honest, giant pandas grow very slowly. Compared with other animals that can stand as soon as they are born and run soon after, giant panda cubs have very weak survival abilities.

Fortunately, the zoo has an incubator. Zhuda occasionally lives in the incubator and is growing up healthily.

……

Silent all night.

The next morning, Luo Hao got up, washed, contacted Feng Zixuan, and rushed to the hospital.

"Xiao Luo, are you going to Chengdu for a meeting this weekend?" Feng Zixuan greeted Luo Hao warmly when he saw him.

"It wasn't a meeting. A giant panda in Chengdong had intestinal obstruction and I went to perform an emergency surgery."

"!!!" Feng Zixuan was a little surprised, but he was already used to it and the surprise disappeared soon.

"It was the first time I knew that the fat layer on the belly of a giant panda was so thin, so the things I prepared were not very useful. But with this experience, if there is a similar emergency, we will not be at a loss."

"Huh? Even an expert in veterinary medicine like Mr. Xia doesn't know that?"

"The key is that we can't dissect giant pandas..." Luo Hao felt helpless, "We can only explore bit by bit. There are so few, and the deceased giant pandas... Forget it, let's change the subject." Dissecting giant pandas, these words sound very cruel, even if they are deceased giant pandas.

Luo Hao is also afraid of extreme animal protection.

They are like crazy.

"The patient will be here soon. I'll call Shen Zizai and you don't have to go to hand over the shift." Feng Zixuan arranged.

"it is good."

Feng Zixuan said it was very fast, and it was indeed very fast. The patient arrived before he finished the call.

The middle-aged man, about 40 years old, looked fine, very healthy, and had a rosy complexion.

Luo Hao took a look at the patient, then turned on the AI ​​assistance, and a diagnosis appeared in front of him - insulinoma.

This is one of Luo Hao's predictions for the patient.

Insulinoma refers to excessive insulin secretion caused by pancreatic β-cell tumors or β-cell hyperplasia, which in turn causes hypoglycemia; its insulin secretion is not inhibited by hypoglycemia. Hypoglycemia is a syndrome characterized by low blood sugar concentration caused by a variety of causes.

The clinical symptoms and signs are mainly manifestations of sympathetic nervous system excitement and central nervous system inhibition.

To be more specific, there are four major symptoms: sympathetic nerve excitement, such as palpitations, hand tremors, etc.; impaired consciousness, severe cases leading to fainting; mental abnormalities, such as shouting and nonsense; and temporal lobe epilepsy.

The diagnosis of epilepsy is actually correct, but it is just a superficial symptom, an unimportant secondary diagnosis.

"Xiao Luo, let's go to the emergency department."

"Anything else you think needs to be checked?"

"Take a blood test to check the thyroid function; also, do a CT scan of the abdomen." Luo Hao said softly.

The state-owned enterprise leader wearing gold-rimmed glasses frowned slightly and looked Luo Hao up and down.

Young, shockingly young.

Didn't they ask the director of the rheumatology and immunology department, the top diagnostic expert in the province, to make the diagnosis? Why did they call in an intern?

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was a little unhappy.

The older a doctor gets, the more popular he is. This is not just a casual statement. Even in the First Hospital of Medical University, this is not untrue.

It's the same not only in the First Grade of Medical University, but also in Peking Union Medical College. Luo Hao noticed the mood changes of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, but he was not unhappy.

Feng Zixuan seemed to notice his mood change and came to the side of the gold-rimmed glasses, "Xiao Luo is the best doctor in our medical school. I am not hiding anything from him."

"Haha." The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Xiao Luo was selected for the three youth awards this year, including the Young Master, the Outstanding Young Master, and the Young Best. It's a pity that he didn't have time to go abroad, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get the Young Master award."

“???” Although the man with gold-rimmed glasses didn’t know Sanqing very well, his expression became serious after hearing what Feng Zixuan said.

Maybe, he doesn't quite understand.

I took the patient to the emergency department to get a prescription and do some examinations, and I saw the bald Director Shen walking towards me.

When he saw Luo Hao, he waved, then bent down and started jogging.

"This is Director Shen from the Rheumatology and Immunology Department of our hospital. He is a leading expert in diagnosis in the province."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses saw Director Shen’s shiny bald head, which looked like the black hair that had been combed by Meng Liangren. He could tell at first glance that he was an expert.

How should I put it? Regardless of his age, just the baldness of Director Shen makes people feel that he is a real diagnostic expert, and they are in awe of him.

Sanqing, who looked like he had seen a ghost, is not as trustworthy as Director Shen’s bald head.

His bald head symbolizes his rich clinical experience, which is the result of tempering. He looks like an expert because he has worn away all his hair while seeing patients time and time again.

"Junior Master!" Director Shen ran over and did not greet Feng Zixuan, but called out respectfully.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was stunned, dumbfounded.

Junior uncle?
When he saw the "battle-hardened" bald head lowered and reflecting the sunlight, shining brightly, he was completely dumbfounded.

Feng Zixuan didn't lie to himself, the young man's seniority was so high!
There's no need for them to act themselves. Even the man with gold-rimmed glasses has some self-awareness.

"Uncle Junior Master, have you seen the patient?"

"Take a look, check for thyroid problems, and do a plain CT scan of the abdomen. I'll go with you."

"Yeah!" Director Shen nodded blindly.

"Director Feng, you've already come to see my junior master-master, why are you calling me?" Director Shen expressed his dissatisfaction.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was a little confused. He looked at Director Shen, whose head was full of "clinical experience", and carefully savored what Director Shen said in his mind.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses didn't know how good the doctor was, but he was good at reading people's expressions.

Director Shen’s bald head, in particular, seemed to be engraved with clinical experience, but his expression was humble and every word he said seemed to be trying to please the young man.

This kind of person actually naturally looks up to the young doctor and thinks he is better than him?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the man with gold-rimmed glasses would have found it hard to believe it was real.

After writing the prescription and coming to the CT room, standing in the operating room, Director Shen asked, "Master Junior, did the patient go to the Union Hospital for diagnosis?"

"Yes, I have made the diagnosis. Professor Liang has a related research project and receives more than 200 similar patients from all over the country every year."

"I heard from Zhuang Yan that after she went there, the auntie who was sweeping the floor at the door noticed it?" Director Shen asked again.

"almost."

Director Shen raised his hand and stroked his shiny head, constantly making sighing sounds.

As for what he was sighing about, no one else could hear clearly.

The image appeared on the screen. After Luo Hao saw the image he needed, he pointed to a location.

"Director Feng, there is a tumor on the back of the pancreatic head. It is considered to be an insulinoma."

"Tumor?!" The man with gold-rimmed glasses was surprised.

"Benign." Feng Zixuan and Director Shen explained in unison. They looked at each other and saw that it was natural in each other's eyes.

The diagnosis given by Ronaldinho should be correct, and the facts have once again proved this.

After Feng Zixuan confirmed the diagnosis of insulinoma, he began to explain the disease to the man with gold-rimmed glasses.

He has a solid clinical foundation and his explanations are in line with the rules.

"Insulinoma has diverse symptoms and can be easily misdiagnosed as mental illness, epilepsy, hysteria, etc. If not diagnosed and treated in time, long-term and repeated hypoglycemia can cause irreversible brain damage."

Feng Zixuan said finally.

"What's next?"

"Be hospitalized, have surgery, and then everything will be fine. For a benign tumor, you will be cured after surgery. Its presence will affect blood sugar, and the problems I just mentioned will occur."

"Otherwise, we have to say it's a superior hospital!" The man with gold-rimmed glasses praised, "No, we've been to the Medical University before, but if we encounter any problems, we still have to find Director Feng."

"No one would think that a neurological disease is related to the abdomen. It is a relatively rare disease." Feng Zixuan smiled and continued to explain, "The tumor is on the back of the pancreas and is difficult to detect with B-ultrasound."

"It's okay. Once the diagnosis is clear, this problem will be a minor issue."

After saying that, Feng Zixuan patted Luo Hao on the shoulder and said, "Little Luo, not bad!"

"Hey." Luo Hao smiled and was not polite.

With a clear diagnosis, everyone felt relieved. After explaining to the patient, the patient was relieved to know that it was caused by a benign tumor.

Luo Hao followed Feng Zixuan and accompanied him to go through the hospitalization procedures.

All the previous work has been done, and there is not much to do afterwards, so Luo Hao is willing to "waste" a little time to complete the whole thing.

When I arrived at the emergency department, the corridor was in a mess, with blood all over the floor and spreading to the emergency room.

Smelling the blood and seeing the bloodstains spreading on the ground like a marking line, Luo Hao suddenly became nervous and his adrenaline surged.

But I didn't hear the familiar "ding dong" sound, and the system didn't issue any tasks.

Since returning from Baltimore, the system has become increasingly lazier, Luo Hao complained in his heart.

Feng Zixuan frowned, and Luo Hao whispered, "Director Feng, I'll go take a look."

"it is good."

Luo Hao strode towards the emergency room.

The door was closed. There were five children outside. They were all young. The oldest one was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

She was holding a child about one year old in her arms, with a sullen face and pursed lips, and her right arm was around three other children of different ages.

This?
Luo Hao took a glance and felt that they should be the patient's family members.

But this is too much of a fertility policy. Judging from their ages, many of them were born when the second child policy was not yet relaxed.

In fact, Luo Hao also knew that only the three northeastern provinces strictly abided by the one-child policy. In other places, there were policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom. It was extremely rare to find the situation where "it is better to have only one child."

Technician No. 66 said that the technicians who did foot massage for him were all couples who came out to work after having children. After earning money for a few years, they returned home and wanted to have a second or third child.

The mine manager once had a deputy section chief whose wife was a businesswoman. She was quite rich and almost financially independent.

Luo Hao's mind raced as he thought of a bunch of random things.

This is a form of protection for the human body to prevent excessive hormone levels from causing physical discomfort, abnormally high blood pressure, and rupture of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels.

Pushing the door and entering the emergency room, Luo Hao used his body to block the sight of the little girl behind him and closed the door.

The emergency surgeon was bending over and doing something that didn't look like a rescue operation.

"Old Wu, how are you? Can you still survive?" Luo Hao asked.

"Professor Luo, the person is dead." The emergency surgeon turned around and saw that it was Luo Hao, and sighed.

"When he was brought in, there were no wounds on his body, but his face was extremely pale. I thought about inserting a tube first to see if I could save him. As soon as I moved his head, it was attached to a layer of skin. Without this layer of skin, his head would have flown off."

"Huh~~~" Luo Hao sighed.

"I sewed up her head and she went away safely. I don't know if she can rest in peace. Alas, pity those children."

The emergency surgeon sighed.

Luo Hao walked forward and took a look. The patient had died and the emergency surgeon was suturing the skin on his head and neck.

"Both husband and wife are from other places. They had several children a few years ago and came to the provincial capital to work as deliverymen. It is said that the man beat up someone because he stole his deliverymen. Now he is working on a sewing machine."

"She was also delivering food and happened to be involved in a car accident. She died instantly."

"Aso chose to cut at the thinnest part. What will happen to those children?" The emergency surgeon sighed and continued to suture.

Luo Hao frowned.

There is no room for maneuver here. The person is already dead and there is no way he can be brought back to life.

Not to mention this, even in Chen Jiao's situation, Luo Hao felt that he could only prolong his life a little and wait quietly for changes.

Doctors cannot empathize, empathy is a taboo.

But at this moment, Luo Hao thought of the stubborn look outside the door, and his emotions fluctuated slightly.

(End of this chapter)