Chapter 2215 Leakage

"Drink less, too much will hurt your health." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Uh..." The man forgot to cry, and stared at Zheng Ren in a daze.

"Which hospital did your old man receive treatment? What was the final diagnosis?" Zheng Ren asked again.

Although the big pig's hooves are strong, it doesn't give him the ability to see the system panel from a distance, let alone see the patient's condition through the patient's family members.

The key information Zheng Ren got was that the patient was old, and if that was the case, he could do nothing about it.

Just like Mr. Cui, various organs are already aging, which cannot be diagnosed and treated by doctors. This is the law of nature, no one can do anything about it.

"Great joy and great sorrow, coupled with drinking, will cause great damage to the body." Zheng Ren squatted beside the man, and said with a smile: "Tell me how the doctor diagnosed it. Maybe there is a way."

"Who are you……"

"I'm also a doctor. We met by chance. When we meet, it's fate. Just ask." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Let's just talk about it. If you tell others, they won't understand you."

The man sighed and said, "I'm a foreigner, my father's illness..."

As he spoke, he was taken aback.

Zheng Ren knew that many family members of patients could not speak too professional medical vocabulary. When the doctor explained the condition, they could understand how serious the situation was. If it is true, what it is in the end, the possibility is really not very great.

The man in front of him probably couldn't remember the specific disease name.

"Brain? Heart? Liver? Kidney?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Heart." The man said, "When I was a child, my dad was short of breath. He thought it was a problem with his lungs, so he didn't take it seriously, just take a rest and he'll be fine."

"Any other questions?"

"Uh... the lower limbs will be swollen. When I was a child, his legs were not very swollen. My dad would lie on the kang and put his legs on the quilt every day when he came back from the field. Anyway, it won't delay anything. It will be fine later. No one cares."

Shortness of breath and edema of both lower extremities, the onset occurred when I was young, and the disease lasted for a long time. Zheng Ren felt that it was a little tricky. After all, the course of the disease was long, and the patient's heart probably had no room for treatment.

In addition, Zheng Ren has a glimmer of hope, if it is illness rather than real old age, then he can give it a try.

"Zheng Ren, Heizi is too greedy, how about giving it a drink?" Xie Yiren asked in a low voice.

"Oh, lady boss, here's a two-and-a-half bottle of Xiaojin wine." Zheng Ren said to the lady boss.

"Okay." The proprietress looked suspiciously at Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren and Heizi behind him, turned around and took a bottle of strong wine, and asked, "Would you like some side dishes?"

"Any meat, okay?" Zheng Ren said, looking back at Hei Zi.

Drooling hung from the corner of Heizi's mouth, and he pulled out silk, which was three to five centimeters long.

Alas, Heizi has been taught by Su Yun badly.

It's okay to drink less, Zheng Ren comforted himself in his heart. When the man saw the two strange young men and women and a black disabled dog in front of him, he felt absurd.

When the meat was delivered, Zheng Ren set aside half a portion for the man, and said with a smile, "Eat something before drinking, drinking with empty mouth is too harmful to the body."

"Oh, oh." The man was stunned to see that Xie Yi found a disposable bowl and gave Heizi half a bottle of wine. Heizi stuck out his tongue and licked the wine into his mouth, which was extremely fast.

What do they do, really doctors? The man was in a trance.

"What happened later? Your old man got older, so did his symptoms get worse?" Zheng Ren continued to ask.

"Well, at first it was uncomfortable when I came home from a day of farm work. Later, I felt flustered and short of breath when I moved a little bit. I didn't have much energy in my whole body, and I would wake up in the middle of the night and sweat a lot," the man said.

"and after?"

"We had an old Chinese doctor who came from the south back then. He told my dad that his pulse was very serious. But in a small place, many medicines are not available. He told us to hurry up and see a doctor when we came to the capital." The man said, sighing.

He broke away the convenient chopsticks, and he was not polite, took two mouthfuls of meat, and took another sip of wine.

"What did the old doctor say?"

"It's said to be leaking veins in the house, it seems to be this, I can remember."

The house leaking pulse is also called the sparrow pecking pulse, Zheng Ren still knows about it. When I was in school, there was a half-semester elective course of traditional Chinese medicine, followed by Wu Leu pulse, which is often seen in patients who are seriously ill and critically ill.

This is a traditional Chinese medicine term. In Western medicine, it is called alternating pulse, which refers to a pathological phenomenon in which the pulse rhythm is normal but the pulse strength alternates. It is obvious when sitting.

Alternating pulse or house leaking pulse is related to the alternation of ventricular contractility, which often indicates left ventricular dysfunction. The occurrence of alternating pulses indicates myocardial injury and failure, which is strong evidence of hidden heart failure.

Heart failure, this is the same as the previous symptoms of shortness of breath and fatigue. Like making a puzzle, Zheng Ren gradually figured out the patient's situation.

"That's very heavy. Did you come to the Imperial Capital to see a doctor before?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No." The man said dejectedly, "I'm still young, and there are three brothers in my family. My father said to save some money for us as a daughter-in-law, but he didn't have money to see a doctor. He was so desperate that he wanted to die by himself."

"..." Zheng Ren sighed.

"Isn't it because he is old? I have the final say in the family, so I brought him to the imperial capital. Just like that, he still cursed all the way, saying that I was a prodigal. There are more than 70 people, and they will die when they die. Spend this money to do it." What. Doctor, tell me, can I not spend it? If it can be cured, it must also be cured if the house is sold and the land is sold.”

"Where did you go to see it?"

"Fuwai, it's always troublesome to register." The man took another sip of his wine, and regarded the full chest as an appetizer, "The doctor said that now we can only change our minds, there is no other good way."

"It's so heavy." Zheng Ren frowned, "Do you have a film?"

"Yes, it's in the hospital." The man said distressedly: "My dad doesn't take medicine for anything, and he pulls out the tube himself when the water is hanging. You say... oh..."

He sighed.

"What are you going to do?"

"I asked the doctor, and they said that it would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to change their minds. What kind of donor are we waiting for? It's not that I'm so aggrieved. I ran out to have a drink and chatter." The man looked at Zheng Ren, feeling a little emotional. A little better, "Little brother...doctor, thank you."

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren smiled.

"I don't feel so aggrieved when I say it." The man wiped his tears indiscriminately, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

"What's next?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No way, the doctor said that the same operation can be performed, but the mortality rate is too high, so I don't recommend it. I will go back and discuss with my family, and I will pull it back and wait for my dad to get old. What else can I do?"

As he spoke, his tears flowed down again.

Hearing that the doctor in Fuwai said that he could still operate, his heart skipped a beat. If the operation is still possible... Zheng Ren has already made a preliminary judgment on the patient's condition,

"Yiren, take Heizi back first and ask Su Yun to come down." Zheng Ren said.