doctor magician

Chapter 35 Master Xiao's Warning
Mrs. Zhao said: "How about giving him an infusion!"

Director Zhao did not insist this time, and said, "Go ask Dr. Gao to prescribe medicine and infusion for your son."

Mrs. Zhao didn't even bother to clean up the dirt on her body, she simply wiped it off with a paper towel, and then came to the doctor's office.

Director Gao is not on duty today and has already gone home. Mrs. Zhao quickly called Director Gao's home.

Director Gao answered the phone, and Mrs. Zhao said anxiously: "Doctor Gao, my son has a persistent high fever and vomited just now. Our old Zhao said we should give him an infusion!"

"Vomit?" Director Gao thought for a while on the phone and said, "Don't take it lightly. I guess it might not be a cold. I'd better call the pediatrician on duty for a consultation. I'll call."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor Gao."

Soon, the doctor on duty in the Pediatric Inpatient Department came to the ward, examined Zhao Quan, and said, "It's not a cold. I need to do some tests to further confirm the condition."

"Is it all right?" Director Zhao asked with concern.

"It's hard to say, let's do a blood test first and see the results."

Soon, a nurse came to draw Zhao Quan's blood and sent it to the laboratory for examination.

Mrs. Zhao hid in the bathroom, changed into a set of clothes, came out again, and held Zhao Quan in her arms again.However, Zhao Quan vomited again and vomited all over her.She had no choice but to hand Zhao Quan over to Director Zhao, and went to the bathroom to change clothes.

This time, Zhao Quan also vomited all over Director Zhao, and then Director Zhao became anxious and said, "Hurry up, call Master Gao quickly and ask him what to do?"

The pediatrician has been accompanying him in the ward, and he couldn't help smiling wryly when he heard that his son was ill but wanted to ask the fortune teller.

Master Gao had already fallen asleep, received the call, and rushed to the hospital immediately, then counted his fingers for a while and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor illness, and it will be cured within two days."

Director Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.Said to Gao Deduan: "Thank you for your hard work, I let you come so late. You go back, I will call you again if there is anything."

"Don't worry, it's just a minor illness. As I said, he will have no illness or disaster in his life. Even if he has a minor illness, he will recover quickly. Don't worry."

Director Zhao nodded and glanced at his wife.

Mrs. Zhao understood, and hurriedly opened the drawer. There were a bunch of red envelopes in it, all from people who came to visit Director Zhao. She took one casually, and then handed it to Gao Deduan with both hands: "A little heart, thank you for your hard work."

Gao Deduan hummed and took the red envelope and put it in his handbag, then patted the sleepy Zhao Quan's head, then took his leave and left.

When the test results came, the pediatrician looked at them and frowned.

Mrs. Zhao was a little surprised, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? Is the result not good?"

"The blood leukocytes and eosinophils are significantly elevated, which may be purulent meningitis."

Hearing this, Director Zhao and Mrs. Zhao gasped. Although they don't understand medicine, they know what meningitis means to a child?Involuntarily getting nervous, Director Zhao asked the pediatrician with a sullen face, "Did you misdiagnose it? My son, Master Gao, said it was just a minor illness and he would recover within two days. How could it be meningitis?"

The pediatrician was offended by his domineering appearance.However, knowing that this kind of person is used to pointing fingers in the officialdom, I had to endure it and said, "I just suspect that further examinations are needed. Why don't you take medicine for purulent meningitis first and check at the same time."

Director Zhao frowned, very unhappy, and said to the pediatrician, "What do you mean by giving medicine first? How do you become a doctor if you take medicine indiscriminately before the diagnosis is made?"

The pediatrician finally couldn't take it anymore, thinking that I can't ask you to be the director of the Urban Construction Bureau, so there is no need to listen to your domineering reprimand.So he said coldly: "I'm just Director Gao asking me to come and take a look. Your son hasn't lived in our pediatrics department yet, so I have no obligation to treat him. Since you don't believe me, then please hire another Gao Ming!" Come on, turn around and leave.

"Why do you talk like this? I want to complain to your dean!"

The pediatrician ignored him and left the ward.

Mrs. Zhao said anxiously to Director Zhao: "What should I do? Should I call Director Gao again and ask him to call a better pediatrician to come over?"

Director Zhao nodded and said, "I'll call." He walked to the bedside table, picked up the phone, and dialed the number at the home of Director Gao of the Oncology Department.

The call was connected quickly, and Director Zhao said: "Director Gao, I am Lao Zhao. ——What doctor did you introduce? What kind of attitude? Leave the pick and leave. You can find me another one, who is more responsible and has medical skills. Better, call their pediatric director!"

Director Gao was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't have the right to instruct the director of the pediatric department. The doctor just now is the deputy director of their department. He is very skilled in medicine and is the authority of their pediatric department. What's wrong with him?"

"What's the matter? He said that my son had suppurative meningitis, and he was not sure, saying that further examination was needed. My son, Master Gao, said that it was just a minor illness and he would be cured in two days. How did he become a doctor? ? Why do you have such a doctor in your hospital? Quack doctors kill people, do you know that...?"

Just as he said this, Mrs. Zhao, who was hugging Zhao Quan on the sofa, suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, my son is having a convulsion! Old Zhao, what should I do?"

Director Zhao hurriedly put down the phone and came over quickly. Seeing the son in Mrs. Zhao's arms twitching and rolling his eyes, he panicked. ?”

"Hurry up and notify the doctors and nurses on duty, and send them to the emergency room for rescue! I'll be right over."

Director Zhao put down the phone, walked quickly to the nurse's duty room, and yelled loudly. The doctor and nurse on duty rushed over and carried the child to the emergency room.

Mrs. Zhao was crying, Director Zhao was also muttering at the door, Master Gao said it was just a minor illness, what happened?
Soon, the doctor came out and said to Director Zhao: "The meningeal irritation sign is positive. According to the test sheet, it may be purulent meningitis. It is best to do further related examinations."

"No mistake, right?" Director Zhao's eyes widened, "My son really has meningitis?"

"It's hard to say, let's do a few more tests. The child's condition is very serious now. If the diagnosis is not made as soon as possible, his life may be in danger..."

Director Zhao was stunned.

Until this time, Mrs. Zhao finally remembered Xiao Ying's advice to him. At this moment, seeing that the child was seriously ill, she didn't care about it. Director Zhao, did he object? It is necessary to perform a lumbar puncture on the child to extract cerebrospinal fluid for examination, and you will know what the disease is after the examination.”

"What did you say? Lumbar piercing?" Director Zhao raised his voice, very dissatisfied, and looked at Mrs. Zhao, "Do you know how painful this is for a child? It might damage your intelligence and make you a fool!"

The doctor on duty stared and said, "Who said that? Nonsense!"

Mrs. Zhao pulled Director Zhao aside, leaned into his ear and said, "I think that fortune teller surnamed Xiao is very accurate. He said that our son will have a catastrophe within three days, and now our son has become This is no longer a minor illness, let's try his method, if he is right, wouldn't we be able to diagnose and prescribe the right medicine immediately?"

"But, Master Gao said..."

"Master Gao said it was a minor illness. Is it still a minor illness for your son to become like this now? Old Zhao, your son is yours, and he is sick like this. Don't you feel sorry for him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you feel distressed!" Director Zhao frowned, but thinking about this kind of thing, he would rather believe it. Then the fortune teller did say something. If the method he said is effective, he can diagnose it as soon as possible. It was also good, so he said to the doctor on duty: "Or just do a lumbar puncture and take cerebrospinal fluid for examination."

The doctor nodded, and immediately performed a lumbar puncture on Zhao Quan, and then sent him for examination.

Xiao Ying looked at his short-breathing son, very anxious, and came to the doctor's office and asked: "Doctor, tell me the truth, how is my son's condition?"

The doctor said in a deep voice, "Your son's illness is very critical..."

As soon as I said this, the nurse rushed in and said, "The child is out of breath!"

"Quick rescue!" The doctor rushed out of the office.

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