Ji Xiang also felt strange when he looked at the female patient with pointed ears and a blue color, if it wasn't for coser, how did the blue ears come from?

Porcine Reproductive and Respiratory Syndrome ...... This diagnosis was casually said by Lu Gang.

Ji Xiang was curious, and came to the system operating room with bated breath.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang bowed, said hello, and then told the system NPC what he had encountered.

"Oh, that's right." The system NPC smiled vigorously.

Ji Xiang felt that he had just described the patient's blue ears, and the system NPC had already had an answer.

And it's more certain.

What is Clinical Experience? That's it!

"Teacher, what is the patient's disease?" The curiosity in Ji Xiang's heart became even hotter, and he asked.

"Would you like to try it?" System NPCs asked.

"Empathetic?"

"yes."

Ji Xiang thought about it, it was a female patient, what should she try by herself? Well, if you think about it, it's a bit wicked.

"Teacher, when I intern in gynecology and obstetrics in the future, you don't want me to empathize." Ji Xiang asked cautiously.

The system NPC was stunned, laughed, and raised his hand like a chicken paw and knocked on Ji Xiang.

"What do you think, it's not impossible to do that, but someone has tried it before, found a problem, and it has been expressly forbidden."

"Oh, that's it." Ji Xiang was relieved.

The system NPC didn't speak, looking at Ji Xiang.

"Okay, I'll try."

The system NPC took Ji Xiang to the next room, the light and shadow flickered, and the sound of "cough cough" came.

A female patient in her 30s sits in front of Ji Xiang.

“……”

Ji Xiang thought that he would become a patient, but he didn't expect to empathize from the doctor's point of view.

And this time it's spectator mode.

"Crackles on the right side of the lung on auscultation, chest x-ray showing new cardiomegaly, diffuse lesions in the bilateral middle and lower regions, with multiple lateral interstitial lines and pulmonary venous congestion. CT of the chest shows ground-glass opacities with mediastinal lymphadenopathy. ”

"Doctor, could you please ask, what is my disease?" The patient asked as he coughed.

Ji Xiang looked closely and found that her ears did not change color for the first time.

"Pneumonia." "Myself" told the patient very firmly, "Go to the hospital, order antibiotics for a few days, and it will be fine soon." ”

"Now that my condition is relatively serious, if I go home easily, I am worried that my condition will worsen, and it will be difficult to recover in the future."

Under the repeated persuasion of "myself", the patient went through the hospitalization procedures.

"Lao Luan, hurry up and get off work, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ji Xiang recalled that he was also a doctor in this hospital, and he was friends with "himself", and the two made an appointment to get a haircut after work, and then go to an Internet café.

This is very good, Ji Xiang is also used to having a normal life "by himself", whether it is a doctor or a patient.

Normal life is part of empathy, and Ji Xiang doesn't understand this.

"What's the hurry?" "Myself" said, "At your level, opening a black will make people fight back, I have had enough." ”

After changing their clothes, the two hooked their shoulders and went to the familiar market all the way.

There are a lot of people here, bustling, there are stalls selling vegetables and used books on the roadside, and the fireworks are full.

"It's a real sin to be on the night shift, and every time you are on duty, your beard grows one centimeter, do you think someone in our duty room is drugged." Said the loss friend.

"Drugged? You're worthy of it. ”

"It must be androgenic, otherwise you look at my beard, I just shaved it the day before yesterday, it was 24 hours yesterday, and today it became greasy in seconds."

"You're also very greasy, and you're already an uncle, so you don't need to change in seconds."

The two said as they walked into a barbershop.

The store is not big, and it is just in time for dinner, and there is no one, so "myself" sits down directly.

The boss didn't ask, it seemed familiar, and began to buzz with the scissors.

The small flat head soon appeared in the mirror, Ji Xiang felt bored, he was bored waiting to cut his hair, but he was wondering what the patient with pneumonia had to do with blue ears.

"Okay, go wash and I'll blow it to you when I come back."

"Harm, every time I thought you were here in a serious shop." The loss friend laughed.

The barber waved his hand, a smile on his face that all men know.

Ji Xiang didn't pay attention to what his friend said, and he couldn't figure it out, so he could only wait quietly for it to happen.

He wondered what he would do if he went out to the clinic and encountered a similar patient.

It seems that there is nothing to be done now.

The heart shadow is a little large, which is a suspicious point, and it is said that female patients around 30 years old should not have this kind of performance.

But this is also a small doubt.

Happy game in the Internet café, Ji Xiang really can't stand the hand speed of "himself", it's too slow.

Especially after using the [Discerning Detail] dozens or hundreds of times, Ji Xiang found that his eyes were much better, and when he looked at the screen intently, the picture would slow down, but the other party's actions would not.

This kind of ability, whether it is used in surgery or e-sports, will skyrocket.

The level of "himself" is really poor, and Ji Xiang is sleepy.

At ten o'clock, I went home and went to sleep "by myself" and didn't say anything all night.

The next morning I went to work in the hospital, and "myself" was still quite serious, and the doctors in the same group accepted the patient with pneumonia yesterday, and came to "myself" in the morning to look up the examination information in the computer.

It was still early, and the results did not come back, but the doctor who saw him yesterday had already given azithromycin and ceftriaxone.

began to hand over shifts and ward rounds, and the professor who led the group did not look at the patient much.

It's just ordinary pneumonia, nothing to look at.

Two hours later, I wrote a medical record "by myself" and clicked on the patient's laboratory tests to see if the results were out.

A series of numbers flying out of the sky shocked "myself".

The white blood cell count (WCC) was 21.3X109/L, C-reactive protein (CRP) 212 mg/L, and N-terminal B-type natriuretic peptide precursor (NT-PROBNP) was 16788 ng/L, and the creatinine was 72 μmol/L.

I'll go...... How can it be so high! Ji Xiang was also shocked when he saw it.

There is indeed a problem!

"Myself" immediately jumped up and went to find the professor who led the group.

"Sunshine by the sea!" After listening to the report, the professor muttered in his mouth.

Ji Xiang was stunned.

What kind of colloquial language is this?

The professor who led the group immediately arranged the examination and took the patient to do it himself, and Ji Xiang took advantage of this time to sort out his memory.

It turned out that the professor was a returnee Ph.D., who always spoke English when he first came back, and his spoken language was "You are the sun of a bitch".

The director scolded him many times for this, and then it became a weird English homonym, and Bitch was pronounced as Berch.

Damn, you're swearing!

Ji Xiang was furious after reacting, but this time it was a bystander mode, and he had no chance to retaliate at all.

It is often said that some senior doctors in hospitals are very impatient, and as long as the junior doctors report their work, they will scold people.

The various doctors that Ji Xiang has personally experienced do not have this kind of problem, except that they are unwilling to write medical records and the writing work is relatively rough.

I didn't expect to meet this kind of person in empathy.

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