Later, this matter was found out by the associate chief physician, who called Li Jingsheng to the office and scolded him fiercely in front of everyone.
It was really the kind of scolding that didn’t hold back at all.
After the scolding, he looked at Li Jingsheng and said sincerely, "Do you think the patient has been insisting on staying in the hospital waiting for us to perform a dical miracle? Maybe they’re waiting for an accident."
After hearing this, every ti Li Jingsheng entered that ward afterwards, he would feel his hair stand on end when he saw that patient.
Whenever that patient asked him to prescribe dicine or anything else, he would avoid it if he could.
If he couldn’t, he would get the attending physician to handle it.
After a few tis, that patient stopped looking for him.
At present, looking at this patient with a dislocated hip joint, he had a feeling of familiar dread.
He couldn’t quite articulate it, but this patient seed very respectful and trusting, trying to squeeze out a smile when talking, yet still gave Li Jingsheng a sense of inexplicable malice.
"How about this, you rest over there for a mont. I’m not too skilled at treating hip dislocation, and since you trust so much, I’ll try to invite a doctor from a larger hospital to help check it out."
Li Jingsheng decided to invite Doctor Xu to help.
On Sundays, Doctor Xu is usually off work.
This ti, the patient didn’t object.
He realized it was no use insisting any further.
Li Jingsheng called Doctor Xu directly, truthfully feeling uncertain inside.
Doctor Xu has a very eccentric temperant, he might not co.
"Xiaoli, what’s up?"
The call was answered, with the question from the other side.
"I’ve got a patient with a hip injury here. Both the physical examination and X-ray suggest only a slight dislocation, but I am not quite sure, could you co over for a consultation?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line for two or three seconds.
"Do you suspect a fracture or sothing else?"
Doctor Xu deliberately lowered his voice.
"Sothing else!"
With the patient and family around, Li Jingsheng was naturally not at liberty to speak directly.
"Alright, I’ll be there in half an hour."
With that, Doctor Xu hung up the phone.
Knowing his ntor would arrive soon to help, Li Jingsheng felt considerably more relieved.
He hurried to attend to other patients.
Yesterday’s clinic anniversary activities were rather effective, seeing seven patients early that morning, all new. Not even when they were featured in the Urban Daily did they experience such a scene.
An exhausted young man with disheveled hair sat down, yawning constantly, "Doctor, I woke up feeling dizzy, weak all over, and a bit nauseous. I think I caught a cold. Could you prescribe so dicine for ?"
Li Jingsheng checked the man’s temperature, a mild fever at 37.2 degrees.
In clinical diagnosis, he particularly disliked temperatures around 37 degrees, as it’s not helpful for diagnosis.
Saying there’s no fever, yet his temperature is above normal.
Saying there is fever, yet it just barely reaches the low fever threshold.
Furthermore, if it’s just beginning and a low-grade fever develops, it usually indicates the disease isn’t evident yet.
dication isn’t easy to handle at this stage.
Western dicine advocates symptomatic treatnt.
Whatever the symptom is, it helps the patient relieve it.
Low-grade fevers are generally not treated in clinical practice. Letting it continue is a sign the immune system is beginning its fight against the disease, so it’s unnecessary to suppress it.
But the patient would feel uncomfortable!
A slightly prolonged low fever leads to overall fatigue and discomfort for the patient.
The competition among small clinics is fierce. If you don’t treat the low-grade fever, the patient may feel not much improvent and won’t return next ti.
Thus, Li Jingsheng very much disliked low-grade fevers.
"What’s your weight, have you weighed yourself?"
Li Jingsheng noticed the patient’s face was slightly puffy but seed unnatural.
So, he casually asked.
"About 62 kilograms! Just weighed last month."
"Your height should be near 180 cm, right?"
"176 centiters."
"Let take a look at your face."
With that, Li Jingsheng pressed on the patient’s face, noticing that the spot he pressed took a long ti to bounce back.
He imdiately realized this patient likely had facial edema.
"Did you urinate this morning?"
"Strangely enough, I usually have the habit of urinating in the morning. But the past couple of days, I felt the urge was much less, and this morning didn’t urinate at all." The man appeared to be around 24 or 25, probably just started working if he attended college.
"Do you maintain a regular lifestyle?"
Li Jingsheng continued the inquiry.
"Mostly, yes. But I really like gaming. Once I get into it, I end up playing all night with my teammates."
"Do you drink a lot of water usually?"
"Not really, I like drinking Sprite and beer. Especially Sprite, I often drink it as I would water."
The man’s response alard Li Jingsheng of a serious problem.
"Co, let check your calves! Just roll up your pant legs."
Li Jingsheng instructed the young man.
The young man complied accordingly.
"Doctor, I have a cold, why are you checking my legs?"
His tone and expression showed doubt whether he was visiting an incompetent or quack doctor.
Li Jingsheng didn’t respond imdiately.
Instead, he closely examined the patient’s calves, finding similar signs of edema.
"It’s possible you don’t have a cold. Are you a local resident or an immigrant worker?"
Li Jingsheng was now highly suspicious that the young man might have a serious illness.
"I attended college in Lijiang City, and have quite a few relatives here. Just prescribe cold dicine, no other treatnt."
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