"Dean, you can doubt my character, but you must not doubt my results!" The director of the radiology department patted his chest and swore solemnly: "I would like to guarantee my daughter-in-law that if my results are wrong, she will be out of the wall!"

"Phew!" the dean spat at him, and said angrily: "What time is it, are you still in the mood to joke, our hospital is almost in big trouble...... Besides, that old lady of your family, can anyone want it if you want to go out of the wall?"

"That's it, Dean, you can't go wrong with this result!" said the director of the radiology department, still smiling.

The dean knew that the soon-to-be retired director of the radiology department was an old naughty boy, but he believed that this guy would not joke about such a terrible thing no matter how serious he was, so he went out after the results.

When I returned to the inpatient department, I had not yet entered the office to explain the situation to the doctors, and there was already a situation on the other side of the ward.

After the third uncle finished the examination, he said that his bladder was uncomfortably distended, and he couldn't urinate at all.

Atropine was used for preoperative preparation and antispasmodic pain relief, could it be that the third uncle's physique was too sensitive to atropine, resulting in urinary retention and making urine unable to be discharged?

The dean didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to catheter him.

After the third uncle finished urinating, he fell asleep.

The dean beckoned everyone and entered the office together, and when the two sons of the third uncle also wanted to follow up, they were stopped by the nurse.

In the office, when the dean put the results of the imaging in front of everyone.

For a moment, all the doctors were stunned, looked at each other, and were silent for half a sound.

"Why, how could this be?" Zhang Chaoqiang muttered as he took the report, obviously unable to believe the facts in front of him.

However, the results of the examination are clearly there, and this hint is almost 90% certain that the third uncle has myelitis.

"Yes, how can this be, the patient does not seem to have any clinical symptoms of myelitis at all!" Dr. Liang, the attending physician, also followed.

"Could it be that myelitis and anchotomy happened together?" Director Wang of the inpatient department raised doubts, in fact, he just wanted to give himself and the doctors a step down, the prodromal symptom of myelitis is pain all over the body, of course, it hurts where it hurts.

"It's not very possible, but it can't be ruled out!" said the dean, the leader is the leader, and the speech is really level!

"Another thing that's weird is, who asked the family to request a myelography?" asked one doctor.

At the beginning, when Wang Fagui, the second son of the third uncle, proposed to do this examination, everyone thought it was inexplicable and even unreasonable, but when the results came out, they felt that the person who instructed the family to ask for the examination was so unfathomable.

How did the doctors know that Wang Fagui was instructed by someone? Very simple thing: Wang Fagui could not read or write, and the signatures of his family members on the notice of serious illness were all written crookedly, so how could he know what CT myelography was? If someone behind him had asked him to do this, then there would be a ghost.

"I think one of my students did this!" Yan Xinyue said with some shame and some pride, ashamed that it was naturally because he did not fully support Chen Ling, so that he almost lost his life, and proud because the doctor who made the correct diagnosis was his own student.

"Professor Yan, you said that your student asked the sick family to do this?" the dean and the class of colleagues all looked at Yan Xinyue with wide eyes.

"Well, because before the patient was transferred to the county people's doctor, my student always insisted that the patient was suffering from myelitis, not Lan Fucao. Yan Xinyue said loudly.

As he was talking, there was a knock on the door of the urgent gathering, and Wang Fagui shouted outside: "Doctor, doctor, come on, my dad said that his legs don't feel anymore, and he can't move at all!"

As soon as I heard this, everyone's hearts were completely cold, and the CT report results showed that there was only the possibility of myelitis, but as soon as the specific symptoms of this lower limb appeared, there was no need for controversy.

As everyone here knows, once myelitis is diagnosed, the symptoms occur suddenly, and progress to the peak within a few hours or one to two days, first appearing with numbness in the lower limbs, and finally developing into paralysis, sensory loss, sphincter muscle disorders, general pain, banding sensation, and finally developing into general paralysis......

In this way, the symptoms of the third uncle's inability to urinate just now were not caused by atropine drugs, but the symptoms of myelitis had developed, first of all, the bladder sphincter was damaged, resulting in the inability to urinate, and then there was no feeling in the lower limbs, which was a series of symptoms that followed.

In the ward, the dean personally examined the third uncle, at first it was just numbness and weakness in both legs, but now it is muscle strength level 0, the Achilles tendon reflex has completely disappeared, and he has really paralyzed both lower limbs.

When the doctors saw this situation, they couldn't help but gasp several times again.

It's dangerous, it's really dangerous!

If it weren't for Wang Fagui's sudden proposal to do myelography, he would have completed the anchotomy surgery at this time.

To do Lan anchotomy, anesthesia must be done, continuous epidural general anesthesia, that must do lumbar puncture, and anesthesia lumbar puncture is the risk of causing paralysis, although it will never appear under normal circumstances, but the third uncle's paralysis of the lower limbs is inevitable because of myelitis, at that time, can the anesthesiologist speak clearly?

Things have developed to this point, there is no doubt that surgery cannot be done, whether it is the dean or the doctor, no one has mentioned the operation, and even the noisy Zhang Chaoqiang has closed his mouth with interest.

The two sons of the third uncle are still kept in the dark.

Wang Fagui saw that no one was mentioning the operation anymore, and all of them had complicated expressions, and thought that it was because of the examination that Chen Ling asked for that the best operation time was delayed, so he couldn't help asking: "Dean, Professor Yan, is it because I missed the opportunity for the examination, so I can't operate again?"

The dean and Yan Xinyue glanced at each other, their expressions bitter.

"Alas, I knew that I shouldn't believe him!" Wang Fagui saw their expressions, and immediately beat his chest and howled: "I ate lard and covered my heart, I actually believed the words of a hairy guy, I should be damned, I'm sorry for my dad~~~"

The crowd was in a terrible cold.

The dean hurriedly grabbed Wang Fagui, "Mr. Fagui, don't get excited, things are not what you think." ”

"Huh?" Wang Fagui, who was excited, really stopped, and asked in a daze: "It's not what I thought, what is it?"

"Good news, bad news!" the funny director of the radiology department came out of nowhere, but after saying this, he was given a fierce white look by the dean.

"What's the good news?" asked Wang Fagui urgently.

"The good news is that your father doesn't have anchovits!" said the head of the radiology department.

"What about the bad news?" asked Wang Fagui again.

"The bad news is that he's sick, myelitis!" added the radiology chief.

Wang Fagui: "......"

"Lao Gan, what the hell are you doing, don't you think it's messy enough, hurry back to your radiology department!" the dean shouted disapprovingly.

"Dean, is what this doctor said true? My dad really has myelitis?" asked Wang Shuqiang, Wang Fagui's younger brother.

"Well, it's almost diagnosed now. The dean really had a level, and he didn't say the nonsense of "Fortunately, the test that your brother asked for was not misdiagnosed", and the understatement vaguely covered up the mistake of the original diagnosis of Lanchopitis, and of course, at the same time, it also wiped out Chen Ling's credit.

However, no one is a fool, and although Wang Fagui is a nouveau riche, he is by no means confused, otherwise how could he have broken out! Whoever is right and who is wrong, who is meritorious, Wang Fagui's two brothers are like a mirror, and if it were not for a kind phone call from Dr. Chen Ling, his father might have suffered this knife in vain.

It's just that they don't say anything, not to mention that now is not the time to hold accountable.

"Dean, how should my father's disease be treated?" Wang Shuqiang asked.

The dean pondered for a while, and then said: "Well, first of all, your father is relatively old, and myelitis is also more tricky, the most effective treatment method is stem cell transplantation, you also know that the conditions of the people's medical care in our county are very limited, if your economic situation allows, you should transfer to a higher-level hospital!"

If it is anchovialitis, the dean is naturally willing to accept it, and if he is cured, he can sell them his eldest brother Wang Ziqiang a big favor, and he can also get the affirmation of the county magistrate. But if it's myelitis, it's a hot potato, because few of the myelitis patients admitted to their hospital have been cured and discharged!

"This ......" Wang Fagui and Wang Shuqiang discussed in a low voice for a while, and came to the conclusion: "We have to discuss with the eldest brother before deciding." ”

Wang Fagui called his eldest brother, and the reply he got was that he was now on his way back, so let them not go anywhere, and he would talk about everything when he arrived.

Chen Ling was indeed very concerned about whether the third uncle was stabbed in vain, but he was more concerned about the spring light in the shower room below, but Yan Xinyue's phone calls came one after another, as if he was broadcasting the progress of the third uncle's illness on the spot, which made him interrupted several times.

Later, the phone finally stopped ringing, and Chen Ling was finally able to calm down and continue his voyeuristic business, but when he got closer to the gap, he looked at it, woohoo, sad, his heart was half cold, and the one who went in with hot water had been replaced with a copper lock for his father.

Fortunately, he hadn't started to undress yet, so Chen Ling quickly turned his gaze away and lay back on the bed.

This night, Yan Xinyue, Zhang Chaoqiang and Ning Qingzhong didn't come back, but whether they came back or not didn't have much impact on Chen Ling, anyway, Yan Xinyue wouldn't ask him to go over to accompany the bed, but for Chen Xike, who was afraid of mice, it would be a big trouble, because Yan Xinyue didn't accompany her, and she couldn't sleep with Ben.

Tonight, maybe it's because the copper lock father and mother are no longer tossing, it looks particularly lonely, but it's also a wish, these two are almost a hundred years old together, how can they work overtime like young people!