Chill the breath!

When will young doctors be able to stand up!

When will interns not be discriminated against!

Du Wei stood up and wanted to ask his mother, who didn't believe in the doctor's diagnosis, to go out.

But when he saw that he didn't understand anything and looked at his child blankly, Du Wei instantly calmed down.

Suppose the child's life is in danger because his mother refuses to use an aerosol inhaler.

So if he can successfully persuade his mother to change her mind, will he also save someone's life and prolong his own life?

Sitting back in his chair, Du Wei decided to try again with some expertise:

"This lady, do you know what asthma is? Or do you know but don't care?

Do you know that you are now gambling with your child's life?

Listen up!

As soon as the cells in your child's trachea are stimulated, they secrete special substances that cause the trachea to become inflamed and constrict.

At the same time, mucus secretion increases, and the cell layer begins to fall off, which causes tracheal inflammation.

However, steroids can stop the inflammatory response.

If you don't stop this reaction, then sooner or later your son will suffocate to death, am I clear enough! ”

The boy's mother was stunned by Du Wei's words in one breath.

She didn't understand anything, but she was shocked.

In front of her, Du Wei's confident and professional speech made her feel that the image of the young doctor in front of her suddenly became taller.

She was still able to threaten loudly just now, and she suddenly became submissive:

Du ...... Dr. Du Wei, is there really no other way? ”

Seeing the change of his mother in front of him, Du Wei secretly said in his heart, sure enough, he still has to use his aura to suppress talents.

Only if they are confident enough will the patient believe in his or her diagnosis.

Using a consultative tone will only make people feel weak, ignorant, and then doubt the results of the diagnosis.

With experience, Du Wei used unquestionable affirmations when he spoke again.

"Trust me, there's no better way to treat asthma!

Steroid aerosol inhalers are currently recognized as the best treatment for asthma!

If you want your son to grow up healthy, you have to start using aerosol inhalers now, now, now!

Otherwise you'll regret it for the rest of your life!

Even Dr. House is here to make the same diagnosis as I do! ”

Hearing Du Wei's categorical words, there was obvious hesitation on his mother's face:

"Is there really no other way?"

Du Wei stretched out his hand and pointed directly to the door:

"If you don't trust the doctor's diagnosis, don't believe in the safety of steroid aerosol inhalers.

Then please get out of here!

Leave time for others who need help more, thank you! ”

Faced with Du Wei's ultimatum, the mother finally flinched.

She didn't yell at Dewey anymore, she didn't say anything more about waiting for House to come back and diagnose it.

Holding his son's hand, he obediently took Du Wei's diagnostic formula to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

However, the life reward that Du Wei guessed did not arrive.

It seems that the boy's symptoms at this time are not serious.

It seems that it is difficult to obtain life rewards through outpatient clinics.

After all, when there are real signs of death, the emergency department is the first choice, not the specialist clinic that requires long queues.

Du Wei glanced at his watch, and it took 30 seconds to diagnose the disease, and it took nearly 30 minutes to persuade his mother to accept the medicine.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as House.

Even with such a developed modern medicine, there will still be many people who do not trust doctors.

Doctors can take much longer to explain why they are doing this than it is to diagnose it.

As a result, the outpatient clinic sometimes has a long queue for the next person.

Just as Du Wei thought so.

House scolded, pushed the door open and walked in, signaling that Dewey's outpatient experience card had expired.

Du Wei, who thought he was going to sit until four o'clock after work, asked a little uncertainly:

"What's wrong?"

House snorted coldly:

"Hmph, that guy Kady threatened me that if I let you sit alone again, then my privileges in the hospital would have to be taken back.

Damn it, she's kidding the patient's life! ”

After scolding angrily, House walked over to Du Wei as if he had suddenly remembered something, and picked up the outpatient record that had just been recorded.

He looked very carefully, trying to find what Du Wei had missed.

In this way, Du Wei will not be so proud.

But no matter what he thinks, there is nothing wrong with this outpatient record.

Except for time.

House raised his eyes and glanced at the indifferent Du Wei, and then spoke:

"Asthma? Isn't this symptom easy to judge?

Why did it take so long? Then my mother doesn't agree, does she?

You still have too little experience, so you will have the opportunity to sit in the clinic and practice more in the future.

The next time you encounter this situation, tell her directly, don't come to the hospital if you don't listen to the doctor, just go to the coffin shop to prepare the coffin.

Alright, I'll let you know at the next diagnostic meeting.

Now, go to the pharmacy and get the Albendafin for Rebecca. ”

House closed the clinic notebook and pointed to the door with his cane, signaling that Dewey could go.

Du Wei shrugged, noncommittal to House's suggestion.

If he directly told the patient to go out and buy a coffin, he was afraid that his legs would be discounted and he would become the next house.

If the patient had been more ruthless, Du Wei might have been shot dead while walking on the road after work.

In a world where this kind of gunplay is every day, this is quite possible.

Brain cancer is not the only thing that threatens Du Wei's life.

Du Wei, who took the medicine, came to Rebecca's hospital room with X-rays.

At this time, Rebecca stared blankly at the ceiling, not caring at all about the results of the X-ray.

Such a state is familiar to Du Wei.

He used to be like this, this is a state of waiting for death.

It's just that Rebecca is much luckier than him, and she has a cure.

Du Wei coughed lightly twice to attract Rebecca's attention.

He hung the X-ray on the board, turned on the light, pointed to the white dot like a bullet casing on the X-ray and said:

"Rebecca, the results are out, you see here, it's a larva, a larva of a tapeworm."

Hearing Du Wei's cough, Rebecca's eyes finally focused on Du Wei's body.

After seeing the white dot, Rebecca seemed to have a little hope in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared again.

She was afraid that her hope would disappear again.

Seeing Rebecca's silent appearance, Du Wei continued to speak:

"That's the proof you want to have larvae in your thighs.

So you must have more larvae in your body, including in your brain.

And it's likely to have lived there for six years. ”

Rebecca's face was slightly moved:

"Really?"

Du Wei smiled, turned around and poured a glass of water for Rebecca, and handed over two more pills:

"Of course, this is albendafrustration, take two tablets a day after meals for a month to get better."

"Just two pills?"

Rebecca's eyes were filled with disbelief, compared to the pain she had suffered from the previous treatments.

It's incredible that two pills could cure her.

She had reason to suspect that the intern in front of her, Du Wei, was lying to her.

Thinking of this possibility, the look of hope in Rebecca's eyes was extinguished again, she pushed away the medicine handed by Du Wei, and said with a wry smile:

"I know you may mean well, but the last thing I need right now is the comfort of others, so let me die quietly like this."