Chapter 981 Who Is This Shit

"Extravertebral system reaction?" Mr. Wu nodded, thought carefully, and explained a few words to Mu Tao.

The patient's vital signs were stable except for a syndrome of hyperkinetic muscle tension caused by tetany. The physical examination found that the mental symptoms were not obvious, but the tardive dyskinesia, the "mouth-tongue-buccal triad", such as sucking, tongue licking, chewing and other symptoms were relatively mild.

The patient's symptoms are not severe, and there is no need for drug adjustment or special antagonistic treatment, as long as the metoclopramide is stopped.

Zheng Ren exchanged a few words with Mu Tao, looked at the time, did not let Mu Tao see him off, called a car, and went straight to the airport with the professor and Feng Xuhui to meet Su Yun.

Mu Tao didn't dare to leave casually.

Because although the patient has a clear diagnosis, if he has other problems, has difficulty breathing, and needs operations such as tracheotomy, he needs to stay for emergency treatment.

It's best not to leave this kind of work to Mr. Wu. After all, the old man is already old, so it's better not to entrust him with the emergency work.

Mr. Wu was not careless because of Zheng Ren's diagnosis, and sought consultation from the whole hospital to analyze the patient's overall situation.

After more than half an hour of comprehensive consultation, the director of the Department of Neurology finally determined that the patient was indeed an extrapyramidal reaction.

The final judgment was the same as Zheng Ren's diagnosis.

Mu Tao was very emotional. It is said that ordinary doctors would not know about this kind of drug reaction. I have been practicing medicine for at least ten years, and this is the first case I have encountered.

But Boss Zheng was able to make a diagnosis after reading the doctor's order once. It seems that he is good at more than surgery. The diagnosis is also quite tough.

Once there is a diagnosis, the consultation is over. It is determined that the patient does not need special treatment, as long as the metoclopramide is stopped, the patient can recover gradually.

The neurology inpatient who came to the consultation at the beginning was not in a hurry to go back, but leaned over to Mu Tao and asked, "Brother Mu, who is the doctor who gave the diagnosis? He looks young, and his level is really high. After reading the doctor's order, a definite diagnosis can be given."

"It's Boss Zheng Renzheng, a candidate for the Nobel Prize." Mu Tao said.

"Uh..." The inpatients in the Department of Neurology always clicked their tongues.

Nobel Prize in Medicine? That award that is so far away that you can't even think about it?

"Brother Mu, I haven't seen any reports about who has been nominated for the Nobel Prize." The head resident of the Department of Neurology asked suspiciously.

"When he was nominated, he was on a special mission." Mu Tao replied indifferently.

"Special mission... from the health care team?" The neurology hospital was always even more surprised.

There are less than a hundred members in the health care team, all of whom are top experts in the medical field in the country.

There are only a handful of members of the health care team in Tiannan Province, and all the members of the health care team are basically gathered in the large tertiary hospitals in the two cities of Imperial Capital and Modu.

This kind of person is usually not seen, and I didn't expect to be so young.

"Brother Mu, you're not joking." Hospitalized in the neurology department still couldn't understand.

"Can this be a joke?" Mu Tao smiled wryly. To be honest, he didn't really believe it at first.

Especially when he lost to Zheng Ren in the selection for prostate interventional embolization surgery, he was still very disappointed.

But from the imperial capital to Pengxi Township, then to the imperial capital and Pengcheng, Mu Tao is used to the journey.

"It's really amazing." The chief resident of the Department of Neurology praised, "Why did he come to our hospital?"

"I invited him to do teaching surgery." Mu Tao said softly.

"..." The chief neurologist was really surprised this time.

What kind of Nobel Prize, what kind of health care group, is too far away from an ordinary doctor, and I can hope for a lifetime... I can't even hope for it, so it is still difficult to imagine.

For an ordinary doctor, becoming a household name in Pengcheng is already a purgatory-level task.

For example, Mu Tao basically achieved such a goal.

She knew Mu Tao's level. Invite such a young doctor to throw a knife? It may be the effect of the Nobel Prize halo.

"Brother Mu, how much does this Nobel Prize candidate cost for a throwing knife?" the head resident of the Department of Neurology asked with a smile.

"It's not a flying knife, it's a teaching operation." Mu Tao was also very depressed, if only it was a flying knife.

In the case of the flying knife, it was just a transaction. The patient agreed to ask the professor for the operation, pay the doctor, and settle the matter afterwards.

But Boss Zheng did 6 surgeries without taking any money. I just booked a plane ticket and a hotel, and didn't even have a meal. Boss Zheng rushed back to the imperial capital after the operation.

This favor is greatly owed.

Even human relations are easy to talk about. From a certain perspective, there is already a teacher-student relationship.

"..." It was only then that the inpatient of the Department of Neurology noticed that what Mu Tao said at the beginning was about teaching surgery, not throwing knives.

The difference between the two, in fact, she is not very clear. Because throwing knives are very common across the country, but teaching... Which surgeon has the time to teach others to operate? I can't do countless operations every day, and I still teach others.

"Brother Mu, at your level, I guess even Mr. Wu can't teach you, why do you still need someone to teach you?"

"Boss Zheng's level is really high." Mu Tao sighed, and said, "Don't be confused by his appearance, you saw it just now, and after reading the doctor's order, you can be sure that it is an extrapyramidal reaction caused by metoclopramide. "

I always thought about it when I was hospitalized in the neurology department, and it was indeed the case. I am a specialist doctor, so the physical examination and consultation are just guesswork. The whole hospital consulted, the director made a decision, and then the diagnosis was made.

And how long did that one take? In less than ten minutes, it was determined that it was an extrapyramidal reaction caused by metoclopramide. It takes a lot of clinical experience to make a diagnosis so quickly.

She was a little depressed, afraid that she would never be able to reach this level in her life. But think about it, after all, he is a candidate for the Nobel Prize. If he has no skills, where will he be nominated for the Nobel Prize?

As soon as he reached the gate of the intervention department, a man in a navy blue suit hurried in.

"Mr. Mu, is Boss Zheng there?" the man asked.

"It's already gone." Mu Tao said, "What's the matter?"

"My master has made a decision and wants to seek surgery from Boss Zheng." The navy blue suit felt a little regretful, and after asking about the time Zheng Ren left, he sighed bitterly. He didn't expect him to leave so early.

"Who is this?" After the navy blue suit left, the chief neurologist asked in a low voice.

"Xiangjiang, the Zou family, the old man's personal secretary." Mu Tao replied blankly.

There was a turmoil in his heart.

I repeatedly told Boss Zheng Renzheng not to touch this kind of strange poisonous thing, but Boss Zheng just operated on himself. Who would have thought that Mr. Zou, who is known for his cautiousness, would use surgery to treat Gu? poison.

Surgical excision of Gu poison, or interventional treatment?

No matter how unreliable it sounds.

The hospitalization in the neurology department was always astonishing. In Pengcheng, there was more or less contact with Xiangjiang. The Zou family is one of the top ten big families in Xiangjiang.

He asked that Boss Zheng for surgery?

Hospitalization in the Department of Neurology can't help but click their tongues.