Siheyuan: Fishing for All Things

Union Hospital is indeed a top hospital. Doctors in each department have their own insistence. There are more than 20 treatment plans alone, which is dazzling.

"Dean Lin, what do you think?" Zhang Yuyang said with his head tilted.

"My opinion is that it is better to be quiet than to move." Lin Shaowen pointed to the medical record and said, "All his symptoms are not new, but have existed for a long time."

"Dean Lin, do you mean not to treat him?" Someone frowned.

"It's not not to treat him." Lin Shaowen said in a deep voice, "He looks healthy, but he can't stand the tossing. Once he has surgery, blood and qi will leak out, and he will get worse and worse in the future."

"Dean Lin, what is your treatment plan?" Zhang Yuyang frowned.

"Acupuncture, medication, and try to delay." Lin Shaowen spit out three words.

"Delay?"

Deng Guangrong also frowned.

Everyone knows that if you get sick, you must treat it. Once you delay it, it will turn a minor illness into a major illness.

"Why are you in a hurry? Are you afraid of death?" Zhao Qingming said contemptuously.

"I'm afraid of death?" Deng Guangrong laughed in anger. "Zhao Qingming, who dragged you out of the pile of dead bodies? It was me."

"Go to hell, I've blocked bullets for you before." Zhao Qingming said disdainfully.

"This is a consultation room, not a command center." Zhang Yuyang knocked on the table.

Zhao Qingming and Deng Guangrong immediately became honest.

No one dared to bully doctors in the hospital, no matter how high their official positions were.

"What I mean by delay may be different from what you think." Lin Shaowen shook his head and said, "There are many kinds of delays. For example, take your body as an example. We delay until you are ninety years old, or even longer... To say something you don't like to hear, you may not live that long."

"That's a good idea."

Zhang Yuyang and all the doctors were enlightened, as if a new door had been opened.

All doctors want to treat diseases. In fact, delaying the disease and preventing it from getting worse while not hindering the normal functioning of the body is not a treatment idea.

Especially for patients who are not suitable for surgery.

"President Lin, does this method have a name?" someone asked.

"You can call it 'conservative treatment'." Lin Shaowen said seriously.

"Conservative treatment, what a good name." Zhang Yuyang said excitedly.

Lin Shaowen laughed dumbly. "Conservative treatment" was actually proposed by traditional Chinese medicine a long time ago, and even ancient medical books have cases, but many people ignore it and just think that doctors have given up.

"President Lin, how long do you think I can delay?" Deng Guangrong laughed.

"With your physical foundation, as long as you take medicine and check on time, adjust the prescription... it won't be a problem to live until you are old." Lin Shaowen joked.

"Hahaha." Deng Guangrong pointed at Lin Shaowen and laughed, "President Lin, are you interested in going to Sichuan with me..."

"Deng Guangrong." Zhang Yuyang shouted with his eyes wide open.

He only met him a few times, and he wanted to poach his people.

"Forget about going to Sichuan, can't you just come to Beijing?" Lin Shaowen laughed.

"Come to Beijing."

Deng Guangrong murmured, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't be so pessimistic about everything. Didn't the ancients often say: Just do good things, don't ask about the future?" Lin Shaowen said calmly.

"Damn it, I'm over 60 years old, I didn't expect that I would need you, a kid, to comfort me in my old age."

Deng Guangrong laughed heartily, looking at Lin Shaowen with admiration in his eyes.

"President Lin, Comrade Deng Guangrong's treatment plan..." Zhang Yuyang paused.

"Let me do it."

Lin Shaowen shook his head, "I have seen his disease once."

"Have you seen it?"

Not only Zhang Yuyang, but other doctors also exclaimed.

When Lin Shaowen first came to Union Hospital, many chief doctors were not convinced, but Lin Shaowen relied on his medical skills and medical ethics to fight his way out. No matter how old or experienced the doctor was, he had to respectfully call him "President Lin".

Since he had seen it, why did the condition worsen? It shouldn't be like this.

"Sometimes, it's not that we doctors are not responsible, but that the patients don't listen." Lin Shaowen said slowly, looking at Deng Guangrong and smiling, "Isn't it? Comrade Deng Guangrong."

"This..."

Deng Guangrong was rarely ashamed.

"Didn't you take the medicine on time?" Zhang Yuyang frowned.

"I was busy, so busy that I didn't remember to take medicine."

Deng Guangrong was so anxious that he spoke in his hometown dialect.

"Then what are you doing in our Union Hospital?" Zhang Yuyang snorted, "You didn't follow the doctor's advice, and in the end you said that our doctors didn't treat you attentively. Aren't you looking for trouble?"

"Damn it, I didn't say that the doctor didn't treat you attentively." Deng Guangrong said, feeling a little guilty, "I'm not feeling well, I came... to see.""Come to my clinic and I'll give you another diagnosis. I have great faith in the medical skills of the directors, but if it's not time to operate... it's best not to use the knife." Lin Shaowen sighed.

"With Dean Lin's help, we can rest assured." Everyone complimented.

"Okay, since you are familiar with the patient, I'll leave it to you. If you need any help, just let me know." Zhang Yuyang made the final decision.

"Okay."

Lin Shaowen nodded with a smile.

Consultation room.

Lin Shaowen glanced at Zhao Qingming and frowned, "Mr. Zhao, come here first..."

"I'm calling you."

Deng Guangrong smiled and pushed him.

"Won't I leave?" Zhao Qingming rolled his eyes.

Lin Shaowen couldn't help but be speechless. Once this man was with his best friend, his mind would really become younger.

Zhao Qingming put his hand on the consultation table. After Lin Shaowen knocked on it, he was slightly stunned and said with a somewhat ugly face, "Didn't you retire? How come you are still in a state of mental distress?"

"I..."

Zhao Qingming opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Hey." Lin Shaowen sighed, "I know you have a lot of things to do and consider. But your body really doesn't allow it. If you continue like this... you can't bear it."

If people do heavy work for a long time, they will not age quickly, but once they think too much, their body functions will be consumed quickly. Because if the brain is overloaded for a long time, all the energy of the body will be supplied to the brain first.

"Old Zhao, you should retire." Deng Guangrong sighed, "My business... Don't worry too much."

"How long can my body last?" Zhao Qingming said in a deep voice.

"If this situation continues, you can live another ten years, which is considered a blessing from your ancestors." Lin Shaowen said helplessly.

"Ten years, enough." Zhao Qingming smiled slightly.

"Old Zhao..."

Deng Guangrong called out.

"It's your turn."

Zhao Qingming stood up and gave up his seat.

Lin Shaowen handed over a piece of paper, "Take this prescription."

"What is this prescription?" Zhao Qingming asked in surprise.

There are more ingredients on the prescription than medicinal materials.

"Food supplements." Lin Shaowen sighed, "Since I can't persuade you, I'll find some supplements from other places... I'll try to make you live longer, which is also worthy of Brother Qingshan's filial piety."

"Good boy, I got to know you first, and Zhao Qingshan came later."

Zhao Qingming scolded with a smile, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes.