Chapter 934

But whenever she saw the immature face of the child, she couldn't do anything.

If I die, I will die, the child is still young...

Working part-time, earning money, and spending a penny in half, it took a long, long time before she had a little savings and came to the imperial capital with her children.

She was even ready, if the doctor in the imperial capital said no, then let's go together. To stay in this world is to suffer.

It is said that life is suffering, but seeing the smiles on the faces of people in the streets and alleys every day, she wondered why only her life is so hard.

Seeing a doctor in my hometown just costs money.

Seeing a doctor in the provincial capital costs money and takes time.

But going to the imperial capital to see a doctor is simply fatal.

After wandering outside for a long time, she also knows some skills. The scalper, I definitely can't afford it.

I beg others to take pity on me, but who doesn't pity those who go to the imperial capital to see a doctor?

After observing for a few days, she knew that there was a queue the day before for registration. So with the dilapidated luggage and son, I finally registered for an expert number.

As for what subject, it doesn't matter.

She thinks that doctors should be able to see it, anyway, they should see it as soon as possible. Whether it works or not, there must always be a result.

But her bad luck seems to have finally disappeared after coming to the imperial capital. I hung up the number casually, and unexpectedly met Professor Yang. After Professor Yang gave a suspected diagnosis at the first time, he entered the ward without hesitation, arranged for an examination, and asked Zheng Ren to watch the film.

These, she does not know.

She only knew that the time for the child to be admitted to the hospital seemed to be very short, unlike others, who had to wait for one or two months.

Life will always get better, she thought to herself.

The down jacket wrapped around the child had already started to fluff. She used scotch tape to seal the opening, took out a fruit knife from the dilapidated luggage bag, and began to peel apples for her son.

The apples were discarded by people in the nearby market, and they were a bit rotten, but she picked the better ones and picked them up for her son to eat.

At some point, she heard such a sentence - an apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Yeah, it would be nice to be able to go back to my normal life and stop going to the doctor every day.

"Boss Zheng, the situation is like this. You should see the patient first." A familiar voice came from the door. The woman paused slightly, put the apple on the table, and carefully protected the skin of the apple, because it was her food.

Rubbing her face vigorously to make herself look less unlucky, the woman stood up timidly.

The person who spoke was the specialist who saw the doctor yesterday. He was very kind. After seeing the child, he was checked and sent to the hospital immediately. After waiting outside for a few months, this kind of thing never happened.

The woman thought it was her luck, so she didn't want to give the kind doctor the impression of being overbearing.

There were too many people talking, and gradually she herself believed that she was a broom star.

Judging from what he said, he must have found a more powerful old doctor to treat his son. The woman was full of joy, and stood up cautiously, expressing her politeness and humbleness as much as possible.

Soon, two people walked in.

Professor Yang pointed to the child lying on the bed and said, "Boss Zheng, that's him."

Zheng Ren glanced at the child first, the diagnosis on the system panel was very clear, both Professor Yang and his own judgment had been confirmed.

Diagnosis of this rare disease is difficult, but surgery is even more difficult.

Zheng Ren saw the child curled up in the large down jacket, like a little wandering animal, and whenever he saw a stranger, his eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

He tried to smile, making his smile more gentle, and said, "Little brother, let me touch your belly, okay?"

While talking, Zheng Ren rubbed his hands.

Although it is already mid-spring, my hands are still a little cold along the way.

Rubbing can make it warmer. Zheng Ren rubbed his hands while he began to think about the details of the operation.

Of course, this kind of physical examination is far less direct than the surgical training in the system operating room.

However, the habit since practicing medicine made Zheng Ren still have to contact patients, starting with the physical examination. Perhaps more, this is a psychological suggestion, suggesting that you should be careful not to have any accidents.

The child's mother was stunned, as if something was wrong...

This doctor is too young.

Maybe it's with an intern. She sighed inwardly, still thinking too much. It would be great to be admitted to the hospital in the Imperial City, and the operation fee is not enough. How could there be a well-known expert from all over the country to see a doctor for his son?

Zheng Ren unbuttoned the child's clothes, bent his legs, and began to gently press his stomach.

As I imagined, the child's limbs are very thin, and it is quite appropriate to say that he is skinny. But the stomach is huge, as if she is pregnant.

Press the palm of the hand on the child's abdomen, touch lightly, and touch the spleen.

There is almost no subcutaneous fat and the sensation is clear to palpation. Even when Zheng Ren exerted force, he could feel the pulsation of the child's splenic artery, as well as the unique touch of the blood flow being pushed back.

From the left upper abdomen to the pelvic cavity, it is all this touch.

The results of the physical examination were similar to those of imaging studies, so it can be said that the preoperative diagnosis was relatively clear.

Then Zheng Ren began to do neurological examinations.

Fortunately, serious complications such as oculomotor disturbance, cerebellar ataxia, spasticity, myoclonus, and dementia did not occur.

Zheng Ren felt that this child was really lucky.

There are no mental symptoms and no fractures, which means that the postoperative recovery will be smooth.

"Are you a family member of the patient?" Zheng Ren looked at his mother and asked.

The woman nodded confusedly. This doctor looks young, but he has an indescribable temperament about him, which makes people feel at ease. So much so that she had an illusion in her heart that if the child was handed over to him, it seemed that no matter what disease could be cured.

"Has the child suffered any fractures?" Zheng Ren confirmed again.

"..." The woman thought for a while, this is something no other doctor has asked. She then shook her head, indicating no.

"Brother Yang, the child is in good condition and there are no serious complications. After the glucocerebrosidase activity test returns, prepare for surgery. I think surgery is simpler than interventional surgery, but the risk of surgery is still very high. , This must be explained to the patient’s family.”

Zheng Ren's tone and style of speaking also unknowingly changed from a young doctor to an old director.

On the slightly green face, there was a confidence and stability that did not match his age.

Professor Yang said: "I also consider the risk of surgery, so..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren nodded slightly, indicating that he could go on stage to pull the hook.