They didn't exchange much greetings. They were all surgeons from the same office, and each one was more anxious than the other. After asking the secretary to contact the other party's family, Mr. Lu set off with a group of students.
The young man from Maruko Country lives in a special ward of the Provincial Affiliated Hospital. It can be said that it is like a crystal house. The young man is lying on the bed, his body is filled with various pipes, and he is surrounded by various instruments with flashing signal lights.
When Mr. Lu arrived, the director of the Provincial Hospital came out to greet him personally. "I've been waiting for you for so long, and finally you are here."
The dean is involved in a lawsuit, and he has held seminars with experts from Maruko Country almost every day these days.
"Okay, didn't I bring help? I'm old, so don't blame me for not coming. You all don't like it, and it's useless for me to come!"
"You are humble."
Mr. Lu didn't say much nonsense and prepared to enter the ward while putting on protective clothing. There are also a group of experts from Maruko Country.
"Hello, Academician Lu, I am the director of internal medicine at Shuntiang." The short old man, who thought he was over fifty, stepped forward to say hello when he saw Academician Lu. In the early years, Wanzi Kingdom learned from the Chinese Kingdom, then from the Germanic Kingdom, and finally from the Golden Retriever.
Now when it comes to imitation, they imitate quite well. Not only do they imitate well, but they can also refine something of their own in the end. This has to be acknowledged as this country's strong imitation power. But when I think about it, I feel relieved. I have been imitating it for thousands of years, and it would be unreasonable if I haven’t experienced it.
In the Wanzi Kingdom, China's medical treatment has not been highly regarded in recent years, but for the ancestral disciples, it is still recognized.
"Hello! How is the patient's condition?"
"Not too optimistic. The white blood cells are getting higher every time. The antibiotics have been Tylenon, and the antifungal drug Friconazole has been used. But the blood picture is still not optimistic, and the high fever will not go away." The old man said with his old face. After these few words, his face became as wrinkled as a gray-brown rag after washing.
"What were the examinations done?" Mr. Lu asked while putting on protective clothing. Zhang Fan and the others were also changing clothes while listening to the master's consultation.
"Bone marrow aspiration culture, blood culture, whole body CT, whole body MRI, almost all the examinations that can be done were done."
“What are the dominant flora?”
"uncertain?"
"Not sure?" Mr. Lu also frowned.
"Yeah, not sure!"
To be honest, there is no other way to call Mr. Lu. Now the patient is obviously suffering from internal diseases, and the Jade Bird medical community is at their wits end. This little kid can't even get on a plane, and now it's going to be smashed into a Jade Bird.
Mr. Lu frowned and didn't say much. After watching the disciples around him all dressed up, he prepared to enter the ward. When they entered the ward, a middle-aged doctor from Maru Ziguo muttered something, but Zhang Fan and his brothers didn't understand.
Zhang Fan’s Japanese proficiency, to put it bluntly, is the level of Zhang Ga’s after watching the movie Little Soldier. He also knows that bagasao is a curse, 吆西 is good, and missi seems to mean eating. His The level has not yet reached the level of Asia Sales Land.
The main reason is that I started selling instant noodles when I was in college, and I delayed learning Japanese. After I started working, I got a girlfriend, so I lost interest in this. So his Japanese proficiency is quite poor. Of course, this cannot be blamed on his poor language talent.
The brothers groaned when the old man spoke German, and they had no energy to learn Japanese, but old man Lu understood.
What the other party actually means is: there are so many people, the patients are so fragile, and such a young doctor is involved. This is irresponsible to the patients.
The experts from Wanzi Country all looked at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan thought he was wearing protective clothing inappropriately. "It shouldn't be. You can't send the wrong message even if you close your eyes. I wear toys more often than I wear pajamas. How could I send the wrong message?" Although he was very confident, he still had to look up and down. . "That's right, these guys are staring at me!"
Zhang Fan was puzzled.
After thinking about it, Mr. Lu gritted his teeth and said to his disciples: "There are too many people. Let's go in in batches, three first."
At this time, Zhang Fan no longer has any privileges. Just like a family with many children, they take turns from eldest to youngest.
Zhang Fan, young and old, could only wait in line.
With Mr. Lu here, no matter whether you are the dean of foreign affairs in Shanghai or the first foreign student at Shanhua Pu, you are Mr. Lu's student here, and no one will introduce you specifically. Moreover, these students also behaved very lowly in front of the teacher. When they spoke, they said that I was Mr. Lu's student, not the dean.
This is a quality.
In the ward, Mr. Lu was also sitting on the wax.
To be honest, this is not an area that the old man is good at. Checked it again and found nothing new.
"Let my students get started and take a look." The old man said to the experts from Maruko Country as if they were consulting.
Several people from the Wanzi Kingdom discussed it and agreed for Mr. Lu's sake.
To be honest, patients with extremely high white blood cells are usually isolated, not because they are afraid of being infected, but because they are afraid that they will be killed by bacteria brought by others.
Therefore, sometimes no amount of caution can be exaggerated in medical treatment.
When Zhang Fan was about to have a physical examination, the middle-aged doctor stopped him directly. Because after the previous senior brothers completed their inspection, they all shook their heads and found nothing new.
When Zhang Fan was about to take action, the doctors in Wanzi Country were not happy. Zhang Fan screamed and his face turned black and red. I was refused medical treatment. Zhang Fan hadn't encountered this matter for a long time, and it was still happening in front of a group of senior brothers.
"Okay, if you don't want to see it, don't let me see it." Mr. Lu gently pulled Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and endured it. For this thing, there are police officers who forcefully catch thieves, but there are no doctors who force patients to be treated.
"Sorry, I'm not very good at what I've learned, and we can't help much." Mr. Lu's face looked a little ugly, but his words were still quite polite.
This is self-cultivation.
Old Man Lu is leaving!
The doctors in Wanzi Country don't care, because there are too many Chinese experts coming in these days, and they all come and go in this way.
But the dean of Qingniao Provincial University quit, "Old man, you are my uncle, please just say something."
"What can I say? I won't even let my disciples touch me. What can I say!" The old man's youngest student is despised, so he can be regarded as a cultural person, otherwise he would have left long ago.
"Hey, when you haven't been here these past few days, everyone with some reputation in Dongshan Peninsula has come. I can't help others being angry."
“Didn’t their country send experts?”
"Sent. It won't work either."
Although Mr. Lu is angry, after decades of practicing medicine, the old man is still not angry with his patients. "This is not a question of treatment." The old man recalled the patient's condition, then pondered for a while, and said to the dean of Qingniao Province.
"what do you mean……"
"Yes, it's a matter of diagnosis."
"All the internal medicine experts are here!" The dean almost cried.
"Go and ask Director Chen Bin of Xihua's Diagnostic Pathology Department!"
"Is...is this useful?"
When the dean saw Mr. Lu's face, he immediately said, I will go and invite him now.
…
"Don't be angry. If you are angry at this time, you will be inferior. First, you are too young, and second, who asked you to think about the operation in one day without even having an academic reputation. If I were a family member, I would I won’t let you get started.”
The old man educated Zhang Fan with persuasion and persuasion. Zhang Fan was aggrieved. He had no way to explain it. Who said it was his master who was talking about him?
After talking for a long time, Zhang Fan quickly interrupted the old man. If he didn't interrupt, the group of senior fellow apprentices might not be able to hold it in any longer.
"I'm not angry enough, but my hands are itchy. What's wrong with Master? I saw that you all looked embarrassed when you checked."
"Yes, that's right. You have to stay curious about the disease." Old Man Lu nodded. Then he said uncertainly: "I checked it again, and the patient gave me the feeling that, how should I put it, there seems to be no infection, but I can't be sure."
"Oh, the white blood cells are so high..." Zhang Fan took the copied case and studied it carefully. Mr. Lu looked at Zhang Fan's appearance and nodded casually, "You little bastard has not changed. He is still the same as before. If you like to study, it's good!"
Zhang Fan looked at the medical records, and the senior brother said to the master: "Teacher, tell me, can they hire Mr. Chen?"
"I guess it's okay!"
Outsiders generally don't know who Mr. Chen is, but insiders, especially medical students, are eager to offer him up.
Mr. Chen is known as a once-in-a-century genius from Xihua Hospital. As long as the doctors in China went to medical school after the founding of the People's Republic of China, almost all of them entered the field after reading the books written by Mr. Chen. What does the old man do? He is the editor-in-chief of Diagnostics.
How should I put it? There was an ancient man in China who boasted that half of the Analects of Confucius could rule the world. Whether this was bragging or not is hard to say, but the medical community can say this: a single volume of the Analects can diagnose and rule the world.
Medical students' formal exposure to clinical practice in school begins with diagnosis. All treatments, ever-changing, must follow the diagnosis. It can be said that this thing is the outline of medical treatment.
This kind of god-like figure who can say unpleasant things is common among academicians, but this kind of god-like person is really rare. Other people’s expert accounts are almost invisible. It can be said that the old man’s expert account will definitely allow scalpers to carry out mergers.
Sure enough, in the world of rich people, there are few things that cannot be accomplished. Special planes came and went, and Xihua's treasure was brought here within a few hours.
What should the old man say? He is more than ten years younger than Mr. Qiu, but more than ten years older than Mr. Lu, Wu, and the others. Although the old man's field is breathing, his status in the medical world is not inferior to that of Mr. Qiu.
Therefore, Mr. Lu always held the disciple ceremony in front of Mr. Chen.
"Who is this!" Zhang Fan asked Senior Brother.
"The medical diagnosis you learned was written by this old man. Who do you think this is?"
Zhang Fan suddenly realized. "I'll go, this is a great god!"
Isn't it possible that the person who allows Mr. Lu to conduct the disciple ceremony is not a great god?
The old man was trembling and shaking, and it was a bit troublesome to walk. But his face is kind, really kind, just like his grandfather, smiling slightly at everyone he looks at. This smile is definitely different from Zhang Fan's smile.
This smile is contagious and puts people at ease.
