The first rich son-in-law

Chapter 277 Fever?Chill?

"Dad, wake up, Dad!" Zhao Rui shouted in panic.Unexpectedly, Dad was so seriously ill that his heart stopped beating.

The medical staff next to him didn't give up either, they kept pressing Zhao Rui's father's chest for cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

After breaking three ribs, Zhao Rui's father finally recovered his heartbeat, but it was still difficult to breathe, and the situation was still very dangerous.

"Dali, I beg you to save my dad, I don't want the gift money, I just hope my dad can get better!" Zhao Rui was so anxious that he was really at a loss.

Wang Dali smiled wryly, he is not a doctor, what can he do.

"Old squad leader, what's the matter?"

And at this moment, a tall figure suddenly walked outside, it was naturally Jiang Beichen, just now Wang Dali called in a very urgent tone, he locked the door of the house, and hurried over to take a look.

"Beichen, why are you here?"

Wang Dali sighed, with a tense expression on his face, wondering how the old man was going to die.

He is going to get married tomorrow, if something happens to my father-in-law, this marriage will probably turn into a funeral!

"Don't be so nervous, your father-in-law is just a common lung disease, and he can't die!" Jiang Beichen explained lightly. From the first time he saw Zhao Rui's father, he knew that he had lung disease, but the attitude of the family at that time No, he is too lazy to meddle in other things.

"Young people, don't talk nonsense. The patient's heart stopped just now, and you said that he couldn't die?" At this time, a middle-aged doctor next to him suddenly stared.

I don't know what this young man is doing, he is talking nonsense.

However, he didn't have time to talk to Jiang Beichen at the moment, but said to his subordinates: "The patient is suspected of having an acute myocardial infarction. He is prescribed nitroglycerin and takes Suxiao Jiuxin Pills!"

"You can't use nitroglycerin!" Jiang Beichen shook his head, "The patient has lung disease. You are using drugs indiscriminately. Nitroglycerin affects lung function. This is undoubtedly worse!"

"Young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" The middle-aged doctor quickly scolded: "The patient's current arrhythmia, shock, and heart failure are obviously symptoms of myocardial infarction! How could it be a lung disease!"

"I said it was lung disease, it was lung disease!" Jiang Beichen still insisted on his opinion.

Zhao Liqin was stunned for a moment.

Are you a medical student?

And if you say it's lung disease, it's lung disease?

Zhao Liqin himself is the clinical director of the county hospital, if it is lung disease, can he not see it?

This kid is simply questioning his authority!

"Although his current symptoms are similar to myocardial infarction, they are actually pneumothorax caused by underlying lung diseases. Your diagnosis is too hasty!" Jiang Beichen said lightly.

"Am I sloppy? All right, when we get to the hospital to take an X-ray, we will know which of us is sloppy!" Zhao Liqin said angrily.

"No way, Director, the patient's state may not be able to support the hospital!" The medical staff who were being rescued suddenly shouted. At this moment, Zhao Rui's father had gradually lost his will, and his heart rate and blood pressure had dropped to the lowest point.

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, Jiang Beichen strode over, took out a thick needle tube from the nurse's first aid kit, and raised it high.

"Young man, what do you want to do?" Zhao Liqin yelled suddenly, "If there is anything wrong with the patient, we will not be responsible!"

"You stop me!"

Zhao Rui was so frightened that she quickly went up and grabbed Jiang Beichen's arm: "What do you want to do, you are murdering!"

"If you don't want your father to die, let me go!" Jiang Beichen said coldly, if it wasn't for the sake of the old squad leader, he wouldn't bother to care about Zhao Rui's father's life or death.

"you!"

Zhao Rui wanted to say something, but was quickly pulled aside by Wang Dali. Although he didn't know what Jiang Beichen was going to do, he believed that Jiang Beichen must have his own reasons.

Reed!

Jiang Beichen didn't talk nonsense, and directly inserted the needle into the right side of Zhao Rui's father's chest. At the same time, Zhao Rui's father sat up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he was panting heavily.

His face gradually softened.

Everyone was stunned.

Didn't expect it to be pneumothorax? ?

The doctors present had all studied clinical medicine, so they naturally knew about pneumothorax, which is the most difficult disease to diagnose clinically, unless it can be seen with X-ray B-ultrasound.

However, this young man actually made a judgment on the spot, and was able to accurately locate the pneumothorax, and release the gas that remained in the chest cavity, which is simply unbelievable.

"Dad, how do you feel?" Zhao Rui was still a little nervous, so she hurried over and asked.

"Okay, it's much better, I was really suffocated just now!" Zhao Rui's father gasped.

"Have you ever had a history of allergic asthma?" Jiang Beichen asked lightly.

Zhao Rui's father nodded quickly, "It happened a few years ago. I thought it was a good thing, but I didn't expect it to happen again!"

"Okay, even if it's a pneumothorax, your father's current condition is very dangerous and he needs to go to the hospital for further treatment!" Zhao Liqin said responsibly with a serious expression.

A group of people followed the ambulance to the county hospital, and Zhao Rui's father was immediately sent to the intensive care unit.

Wang Dali finally heaved a sigh of relief, and thumped Jiang Beichen's chest: "Okay boy, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have become a miracle doctor!"

"I've been in the army with military medicine for two days, I'm just blind!" Jiang Beichen shook his head and smiled.

After the diagnosis, Zhao Rui's father's condition still needs to be admitted to the hospital for treatment for a period of time. After the drip was put on, Jiang Beichen personally administered acupuncture to Zhao Rui's father, and his condition was completely stabilized.

And this Zhao Rui and his wife hurriedly called Wang Dali aside again, and continued to discuss the wedding.

"Mr. Jiang, thanks to you just now, if you hadn't made an accurate judgment, I'm afraid the patient would have been delayed by us!" Zhao Liqin came over and said with a face of shame.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands!" Jiang Beichen didn't take it to heart.

"But looking at Mr. Jiang's treatment methods, he should have studied Chinese medicine, right? I wonder which medical school Mr. Jiang graduated from?" Zhao Liqin asked suddenly.

He also studied Chinese medicine when he was young, and Jiang Beichen's acupuncture technique just now really amazed him.Although many people don't trust Chinese medicine now, he knows that it is because there are too few real Chinese medicine masters.

And the young man in front of him is obviously a master of Chinese medicine!

"It's just superficial!" Jiang Beichen smiled modestly.

"Mr. Jiang is too modest!" Zhao Liqin nodded. This young man is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and he really has the demeanor of a great doctor.

From the perspective of medical skills, it is really not bad at all.

"The director is not good!" At this time, a doctor rushed over suddenly. "The old man suffering from fever was sent yesterday, I'm afraid it will die!"

"What?" Zhao Liqin was stunned for a moment, and hurried over without thinking about talking to Jiang Beichen.

Hearing the word 'fever', Jiang Beichen also frowned, and hurriedly followed.

Jiang Beichen followed Zhao Liqin to the outside of an intensive care unit.

Through the thick glass, Jiang Beichen saw the old man suffering from "fever". He looked 80 or [-] years old, with gray hair and tubes all over his body, but his face was as red as a boiled crab. It was full of abscesses, and the sores were still bleeding blue pus and blood. It looked very miserable.

But at this moment, the old man's various signs had declined so badly that he had even passed out of shock. Zhao Liqin led a group of medical staff to frantically work around, and then temporarily stabilized the old man's condition.

"Director, I'm afraid the patient won't survive tonight!"

After Zhao Liqin came out, the attending physician also followed, and said with a serious face.

"Do your best!" Zhao Liqin tore off the rubber gloves and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, you haven't left yet?" Zhao Liqin was stunned when he saw Jiang Beichen, but he didn't expect him to follow here.

"You just said that the old man had a fever?" Jiang Beichen glanced at the ward and frowned.

Zhao Liqin nodded, and said helplessly: "Recently, the weather has continued to be hot. Many elderly people are red and hot with abscesses all over their bodies. The specific disease is not yet determined, but it is caused by high fever, so it is temporarily determined to be Fever!"

"You think it's a fever, but I think it's a cold!" Jiang Beichen's eyes flickered, and he said suddenly.

"Oh?" Zhao Liqin was stunned for a moment, wondering why Jiang Beichen came to such a conclusion.

The attendant next to him even showed a disdainful expression: "Young man, if you don't understand, don't talk about it, okay? Fever, shock, and the development of impetigo herpes are obviously symptoms caused by high fever. You actually said it was a cold syndrome." ?”