My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 557 - 240: The Doorman Changed, The Mysterious Vomit

Zhou Can noticed that the patient’s eyes lacked any trace of vitality, and his hair was shaved into a buzz cut, likely for hygienic reasons. His cheekbones, collarbones, and wrist joints were all sharply pronounced.

His skin was sallow and yellowed.

This was the classic appearance of soone who was pale and emaciated from hunger.

He could faintly hear the patient’s labored breathing.

It was as if a donkey was laboring to turn a millstone, utterly exhausted.

The patient was carried in by a woman and hadn’t walked a single step. Just sitting there made him so tired, indicating that his body was on the brink of complete collapse.

Zhou Can, seeing how dire the patient’s condition was, couldn’t help but feel worried.

"It’s hard to say exactly what the illness is. He keeps vomiting whenever he eats, and his appetite keeps diminishing. I’ve taken my husband to many hospitals, big and small, sought treatnt from traditional Chinese and Western dicine. He’s had a lot of dication, too. His weight dropped from over 170 pounds to just over 100. We’ve had a myriad of tests, but they still can’t diagnose the problem."

The woman handed two large white plastic bags she was carrying to Zhou Can.

Inside were various dical reports and images from scans.

"This is Director Shang, my ntor. Please have him take a look!"

Zhou Can naturally introduced Director Shang’s identity and placed the docunts on Director Shang’s desk.

It seed a simple response, but it truly tested a person’s emotional intelligence.

Zhou Can’s performance was undoubtedly excellent.

Such an introduction not only showed his respect for Director Shang but also avoided awkwardness.

Director Shang picked up one of the bags to inspect the dical reports.

"Wow, you’ve done quite a number of tests! I see quite a few are repeated."

"We had no choice! Many hospitals do not accept the results from other institutions and insist that we do them all over again in their facility. The more hospitals we go to, the more tests we undergo. We’ve even had three MRI scans."

The woman spoke of this with deep frustration.

These tests, after all, required not only considerable ti spent queuing and waiting but also a significant amount of money.

An MRI scan, even the least advanced 0.5T one, costs three to four hundred yuan per session. So hospitals even charge over five hundred. More advanced MRI scans are even more expensive, costing a thousand, two thousand yuan.

So doctors in hospitals are just sticklers for rules.

For the sake of generating revenue for their departnt and eting targets, they persist in ordering patients to repeat these tests, like MRIs and CT scans, fully aware of the significant radiation exposure and the harm that can result from too many scans.

That is utterly unscrupulous.

"How long has this illness been going on?"

Director Shang inquired about the patient’s dical history while looking through various reports.

"If we count from the onset of the illness, it’s been over a year now. Once, my husband got very drunk at a work event and his colleagues drove him ho. He’s been drunk like that before and was fine after sobering up. But that ti, after sobering up, he vomited all over the place the next day after breakfast. At the ti, I thought it was a normal reaction to the hangover and didn’t pay much attention..."

The woman briefly recounted the patient’s dical history.

According to her, the patient had beco excessively drunk due to work-related socializing a year prior, and after sobering up, he started experiencing problems with vomiting after eating.

Furthermore, the vomiting was peculiar.

Initially, it wasn’t that he would vomit every ti he ate.

Sotis he would vomit; other tis, he would be perfectly normal.

At first, they thought it was due to eating food that was too greasy or heavily flavored.

But even after various trials and observation, there appeared to be no strong correlation between the bouts of vomiting and the type of food consud.

When it was ti to vomit, it didn’t matter what he ate; it would co back up.

When not symptomatic, he could eat anything without issues.

The illness had no discernible pattern; at first, he might have a sudden episode of vomiting once every ten days or half a month. Now, it’s almost every day. Even drinking water induces vomiting.

"Have you done a gastroscopy?"

Attending physician Huang Xinggui asked the family mbers.

Given the patient’s current condition, struggling even to breathe, it was clear that normal communication was impossible.

"We have! Both regular and capsule endoscopy. The results are all in the bag. Would you like to get them out for you to see?" The woman spoke with utmost humility.

In her heart, if crawling on the ground could cure her husband’s illness, she would be willing to do so.

It must be said that this patient’s fortune in having such a devoted wife was the greatest luck of his lifeti.

It also made several young doctors believe in love.

"No need, no need, just support him. Make sure he doesn’t fall to the ground; the stool doesn’t have armrests," Huang Xinggui waved his hands. He himself took out all the contents of the bag: various dical reports, paynt receipts, and photocopied dical records.

Hospital records typically need to be retained and archived by the hospital.

Patients may opt to photocopy them upon discharge.

So hospitals handle test results in this way too. Patients who need their results have to actively request and photocopy them from the hospital.

As for so patients claiming online that certain hospitals wouldn’t give them their dical records or results, as long as they have been to a legitimate hospital, that’s virtually impossible. It’s likely that the patients are misinford or didn’t submit a request for photocopies.

Zhou Can didn’t reach for the dical docunts to review.

As a resident, just recognized and esteed by Director Shang, he could only do what was expected of a student.