Chapter 160 White... Small Pills

"Doctor, is Doctor Fang here?" a tall man asked politely.

Listening to the accent, it should be from the nearby suburbs.

He was tall, with a hunched waist, and his face was frosty and dusty.

"We don't have a doctor surnamed Fang here." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Both men were confused.

They were a little timid, especially when faced with a doctor in a white coat, and they couldn't even speak.

Perhaps in their eyes, the doctor in the white coat is not an angel, and they are not familiar with that kind of foreign stuff.

All doctors are powerful people who can decide whether people can stay in the mortal world or go to the underworld, so under this simple idea, there is a natural fear of doctors.

Perhaps it is more accurate to describe it with awe.

Seeing their lips trembling slightly, but unable to say a word, Zheng Ren's face immediately showed a gentle smile, "Come in and talk, you're welcome. Who asked you to come?"

The two men followed Zheng Ren into the office.

The bright and clean office made them even more cramped, for fear of messing up and getting dirty here.

Zheng Ren asked again, and the tall man said, "Dr. Zhou from the Orthopedics Department asked us to come, saying that we need to find Dr. Fang to see a doctor."

The answers were messy, and Zheng Ren still didn't get any clues. But what the orthopedic doctor Zhou said...

Zheng Ren picked up the phone and dialed it.

"Brother Zhou, I'm Zheng Ren."

"Yes, the two patients said they came to see Dr. Fang."

"Oh, I see. What's wrong?"

After a few simple exchanges, Zheng Ren put down the phone, dumbfounded.

It turned out that Dr. Zhou asked them to come to Zheng Ren, perhaps because they were nervous, they understood Dr. Zheng as Dr. Fang.

Zheng Ren slandered, can the two words "square" be used interchangeably?

However, when patients go to the hospital, they are generally very nervous, ranging from nervousness about their own physical illness to awe of the hospital, to name a few.

So mishearing and misremembering things is very common, and it's not a big deal.

"Sit down, Doctor Zhou asked you to come to me. My surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Ren." Zheng Ren tried to use a gentle smile to soothe the tension between the two, but the effect... was still not obvious.

"I heard from Dr. Zhou that it was stage I aseptic necrosis of the femoral head? Who is the patient?" Zheng Ren said straight to the point.

"Me." Another shorter man said, "When Maodong started, I felt pain in my hips. It's fine if I don't move, but it hurts even more when I move. It hurts deeply."

"Are there any movies?" Zheng Ren already knew the patient's condition on the system panel at the top right of his field of vision, but he still had to watch the movie, and he had to ask the patient. This is a hospital, and Zheng Ren doesn't want to give people a bad feeling. Witch doctor feeling.

"Yes, yes." The tall man took out a roll of plastic bag, opened it, and carefully took out a few films from it.

It was preserved like this again, and Zheng Ren was somewhat helpless.

The film is best stored in a cool place and stored flat.

Rolled up like this, it is easy to store and handle, but it is very difficult to insert it into a film reader to watch the film.

Zheng Ren didn't tell these two brothers, they were already very nervous. If they said they did something wrong, it would be difficult to ask about the next medical history.

"Has it hurt before?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No, it started with Maodong."

Maodong is an old saying in Northeast China. It is too cold outside in winter, so you can only "cat" at home, so it is called Maodong.

Zheng Ren watched the film. He knew a little about MRI in orthopaedics, but he didn't know much, so he could only give an overview.

There were signs of aseptic necrosis of the femoral head, but it was not serious.

General Manager Zhou of the Department of Orthopedics said that this one-stage aseptic necrosis of the femoral head does not require surgery. If the hip joint is replaced, the cost is too high for the patient to bear. The second is that it is not necessary at all. He has just returned from his studies, and the hospitals in the imperial capital are all treated by intervention.

Because Zheng Ren has done two cases of pelvic fracture interventional hemostasis, he has an impression of Zheng Ren.

For the relevant patients, they did not need to deal with them, so they sent over to Zheng Ren for consultation.

"Have you been injured?"

"No."

"Do you have the habit of standing on one leg with your left leg?"

"No."

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"No."

"No, brother, didn't you take Xiaobai Pills when the farming was busy?" The tall man corrected immediately.

Small white pills? Zheng Ren soon had an answer in his heart.

"Yeah, but what does that little pill have to do with leg pain," said the short man.

"Is it dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.

"..."

"..."

The two men were dumbfounded, and...what the hell...what is Mison, what the hell is that?

"Do you still have Xiaobai pills at home?" Zheng Ren asked.

Seeing Zheng Ren's serious expression, the two were a little scared, and their hands began to shake involuntarily. Could it be that the Xiaobai Pills are some kind of poison?

Zheng Ren immediately woke up, he was in a hurry, which would cause them a lot of psychological pressure.

After calming down for a while, Zheng Ren pretended to be indifferent and sat down. While turning on the workstation on the computer, he said, "It's okay, a small problem. Call home and ask what Xiaobai Pills are."

"Eh." The tall man relaxed a little, picked up his mobile phone and started calling home.

A few minutes later, he looked at Zheng Ren with admiration on his face.

"Doctor Zheng, you are really a genius doctor. Xiaobai pills are dexamethasone."

Zheng Ren was not overjoyed by a word of praise from a genius doctor, but more of a helpless emotion.

"Why are you taking dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked.

"When the farming is busy, I'm very tired every day. I heard from the villagers that after eating the land...Xiaobai pills, I will not be tired." The short man replied nervously: "The effect is very good after eating, and I am very energetic, and I will work the next day. They're all full of energy."

Zheng Ren nodded, thinking about the treatment plan.

Seeing that Zheng Ren didn't speak, the short man asked nervously, "Dr. Zheng, isn't it a terminal illness, is it bone cancer? If it is bone cancer, I won't be cured."

"No, I can't die." Zheng Ren replied succinctly, directly, and even a little rude.

But at this time, this answer can give patients full confidence.

As soon as he heard that it was not bone cancer, the short man's expression immediately relaxed.

"That quack doctor in the village told me that it was bone cancer, and he would kill him when he went back." He joked with the tall man and was in a good mood.

"It's not bone cancer, but it's also very troublesome." Zheng Ren said: "It's aseptic necrosis of the femoral head."

"What's a femur...the femoral head has nothing to die for?"

"It's just that your hip shaft is ischemia, and many blood vessels are blocked. Just like farming, if you don't water it, can the fields still grow?" Zheng Ren explained in as simple a language as possible.

Now the little man understood.

"For treatment, first of all, you can't take the small white pills." Zheng Ren said with certainty: "Then surgery is required."

"How much will it cost?"

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