medical treatment

Chapter 97 Monographs
It was nearly eleven o'clock in the morning on Sunday, and Yu Zhiming, eldest sister, fourth sister, and Gu Qingning came to the campus of Binhai Jiaotong University together.

Today's weather is not bad for the military trainees. There is a layer of thin clouds in the sky covering the sun, so it doesn't get much sunshine.

It's just a sultry feeling, but there is still some.

On the way into the campus, Yu Zhiming and the others saw from time to time in the large open space between the buildings, one class after another, wearing camouflage uniforms, practiced formation or walked forward under the loud instructions of the instructor.

From time to time, they could also see one or two people being pulled out of the queue and receiving training alone.

Most of the reasons are because of the smooth turn.

"Old five, is smooth crutching a disease?"

This question was asked by Yu Xiangwan, but Gu Qingning also pricked up her ears.

Yu Zhiming recalled what he had learned, and said: "It can't be called a disease, after all, it has no effect on life."

After a pause, he continued: "The reasons for Shunguai's appearance can be roughly divided into two categories. One is congenital, which is the reason of the brain itself."

"The other type is the desire to cover up under the condition of high mental tension."

Yu Zhiming further explained: "It is congenital, and it is mostly related to the bilateral dysphagia of the brain."

"To put it simply, it is the incomplete differentiation of the brain's left and right differentiation. After such people are stimulated by the outside world, the brain cannot make timely instructions to make the body respond reasonably."

"The external manifestations of people like them are smooth turning, poor sense of direction, and other mistakes in gymnastics and dancing."

"As for mental stress, it means that when you are overly nervous and want to do something better, the result is often counterproductive."

"This kind of person has a straight turn at the beginning. The more you correct it, the more likely it will be impossible to correct it."

Yu Zhiming pointed to not far away. Amidst the chuckling of his classmates, a guy almost turned his body sideways, walking sideways like a crab.

"He must have been too nervous."

"The straight crutches caused by these two reasons can be corrected after acquired training."

"It's just caused by congenital reasons, and it's more difficult to correct it."

At this time, a scolding sound came clearly to Yu Zhiming's ear drum.

"Does your reflex arc go around the earth?"

"Why is the reaction so slow?"

"At my command...turn right...turn left...turn back..."

"You're just trying to annoy me, aren't you?"

"Let me tell you, I have dealt with the new recruits much better than them, and you are far behind them..."

Yu Zhiming and his group turned around a teaching building, and saw an instructor almost face to face in a small square seven or eight meters away, yelling at a male freshman.

"Stand at attention, stand in a military posture for half an hour!"

Then, the instructor strode towards the class queue on the side and said loudly: "Everyone has..."

"Stand at attention, military posture for half an hour!"

Yu Zhiming couldn't help but glanced at it again, implicating the unlucky guy in the whole class.

It is estimated that this guy will be "remembered" by the whole class, and he will have a hard time for some time.

However, it was this glance that made Yu Zhiming turn around immediately and walk quickly towards this unlucky guy.

The unlucky ghost is tall, thin, and wears glasses. His face is a little pale, and he is a standard image of a frail scholar.

What attracted Yu Zhiming's attention was the sweat on his face, the sweat gathered on the tip of his nose and chin, dripping down continuously like beads with a broken thread.

Sweating profusely is an exaggerated rhetorical description.

However, it is not a good sign that similar situations really occur in people.

This often means that the body, especially the viscera, is doing work in a way that exceeds the limit.

When Yu Zhiming approached the college student who was punished to stand in a military posture, he noticed that his body was shaking from side to side, but his lips were tightened, and he stood firm with a stubborn face.

He walked up to the college student in a military posture in a few strides, stretched out his hand, and pressed on his chest.

The beating heartbeat like a rapid snare drum seemed to be hitting Yu Zhiming's palm, as if the heart was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment.

Damn it, his heart rate actually reached [-].

"Hey, who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

The instructor, as well as the youth counselor standing aside in the shade, saw Yu Zhiming's movements, and came quickly together.

Yu Zhiming ignored them, held the college student's hands, and looked at his eyes that seemed a little confused.

"Do as I say, and shake my hands hard."

Two or three seconds later, Yu Zhiming got a response.

It's just that the strength of the opponent's handshake is far below his age, and his body should have the strength.

"What's wrong with your body?"

The college student murmured, "Dizziness... Nausea..."

Quickly approaching the counselor in front of him, he also saw that something was wrong with his student.

"Is it heatstroke?"

Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "The body temperature is not high, it's not heat stroke. Unresponsiveness, weakness of limbs, dizziness, nausea, rapid heartbeat..."

"I suspect that he is suffering from hypokalemia."

Hypokalemia can be said to be a relatively common disease among students.

Low potassium, for students, is mainly caused by partial eclipse, excessive drinking of carbonated beverages such as cola and so on.

Such multi-day military training in hot weather, excessive sweating, and excessive drinking of carbonated beverages will cause the rapid loss of potassium in cells, which will trigger a major attack of hypokalemia.

This will have a certain chance, causing heart rate imbalance, cardiac arrest and other serious problems.

"It may be life-threatening, and it must be sent to the hospital immediately..."

Before Yu Zhiming finished speaking, the college student in front of him was picked up by the instructor and ran towards the north quickly.

Seeing this, Yu Zhiming was taken aback for a while.

The counselor at the side, after a brief moment of stupefaction, hurriedly chased after him...

After a while, the instructors and counselors disappeared one after the other.

Seeing this, Yu Zhiming took a few steps to the front of the class line who was a little at a loss and was still standing in a military posture.

He packed a large clove of garlic, and gave orders with a serious face, "Everyone has..."

"Disband! Rest on the spot!"

Afterwards, Yu Zhiming walked at a leisurely pace, joined the eldest sister, fourth sister, and Gu Qingning who were waiting at the side, and continued to walk towards the School of Finance.

Yu Zhaoxia asked: "Then the student will be okay?"

Yu Zhiming introduced softly: "The School of Medicine of Binhai Jiaotong University ranks among the top in the country, and the strength of the school hospital will not be weak."

"Hypokalemia is a relatively common disease, and the school hospital must have rich experience in dealing with it."

"The student, as long as he doesn't suffer from cardiac arrest, there is no problem. He will recover after a few bottles of fluid."

A few minutes later, Yu Zhiming and his group arrived at the School of Finance, and saw three classes in the large open space in front of the teaching building, doing queue training under the order of the instructor.

Fu Xiaoxue is 167cm tall, which is considered slim.

It didn't take much effort for the few of them to find the little guy with a short ponytail who kept winking at them in a class queue.

Yu Zhiming and the others waited in the shade of a tree next to them for 10 or [-] minutes. When it was lunch time, their queue disbanded.

Like a bird, Fu Xiaoxue ran up to Yu Zhiming with flapping arms, and hugged his arm.

"Uncle, these three days, I've been worried about you to death, is everything over?"

Yu Zhiming took off the camouflage military cap on Fu Xiaoxue's head, smiled lightly and said, "It's over, don't worry about it anymore."

"Let's go to eat first, and talk while eating."

Fu Xiaoxue groaned, and then sweetly called "Mom" to Yu Zhaoxia.

Then, she turned her gaze to Gu Qingning.

"Hello, Aunt Gu!"

"My aunt told me about you more than once. You are even more beautiful than the one in the photo."

Gu Qingning smiled happily and said, "Xiaoxue, you are beautiful too."

After a pause, she corrected again: "Xiaoxue, I'm not a few years older than you."

"We have our own opinions, so you can call me Sister Qingning."

"You are so old, and you still call me auntie, I always feel that you are calling me a lot older..."

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