Half past two in the afternoon.

Special outpatient clinics.

Zhao Heng sat in the outpatient room, at this time, it was already the time for the start of the outpatient clinic in the afternoon, speaking of which, this special clinic was also specially built for Zhao Heng.

Of course, when this special outpatient clinic was set up at the beginning, only those patients with incurable diseases and difficult triage would come to Zhao Heng's side.

However, as Zhao Heng sees more and more patients, he feels that there is a kind of medicine to get rid of the disease, which leads to the fact that there are more and more people who specialize in Zhao Heng's outpatient number to see a doctor.

But think about it, even an old man like Wang Lei, when the child is sick, he has to look for Zhao Heng, and these patients who can hang up to Zhao Heng are also very worthwhile.

Zhao Heng is very professional, although the identity and background of patients are different, but in terms of seeing a doctor, Zhao Heng is absolutely equal.

"How many do you want to see in the afternoon?"

Zhao Heng asked Tian Zhen who was standing aside.

Although Tian Zhen is now the head nurse, when Zhao Heng goes out of the outpatient clinic, she is still with her, which has become a habit.

"It's all pre-booked, and there are thirty numbers to see in the afternoon."

Tian Zhen looked at the tablet in his hand and said slowly.

Now that the registration is completed online, Tian Zhen will take a look at it, and the registration information is already scheduled for next month.

Because Zhao Heng does not go out of the clinic every day, a week, or at most two days of the clinic, it is even more difficult to hang up this number.

Originally, the hospital said that Zhao Heng's number would be set as an expert number, but Zhao Heng felt that it was not necessary, so he could just hang it as an ordinary outpatient number.

"Thirty, almost."

Zhao Heng thought for a while and said.

On average, each patient, before and after, needs at least about five to ten minutes to see a doctor, and in such an hour, that is, about 5 to 10 patients, and if you see 30 patients in an afternoon, although it is relatively compact, it is about the same.

Zhao Heng's medical treatment is still relatively detailed, five minutes is the minimum, less than five minutes, then it can't be called a medical treatment at all.

Of course, customers such as the high-end medical department of China Life Insurance come to watch for half an hour or even an hour, so it's another matter.

After all, people pay millions of dollars a year for medical consultations.

The reality is so.

"It's time to call the patient in."

Zhao Heng tidied up and said to Tian Zhen.

"Okay."

Tian Zhen nodded, and after a while, he led a young man with a sad face to walk in, and on his chin, there was a very obvious and fresh-looking healing scar, which looked like it had been scratched by a sharp weapon.

As soon as this guy came in, Zhao Heng saw something very strange about him, that is, the guy had been pressing his left hand tightly with his right hand, as if his left hand was something uncontrollable and restless.

And the left hand, which seems to be out of the boy's control, is covered with bruises and bright red scratches.

After the young man sat down, Tian Zhen couldn't help but say to him, "This hand can be released, this is the hospital."

"Nurse, I can't let go, as soon as I let go, it's out of my control."

The young man said with a sad face.

A month ago, a strange thing happened to him, his left hand did not obey the call, not that he could not move, but seemed to have his own opinion, he could do whatever he wanted, and did not listen to his master.

For example, when wearing pants, the right hand is worn up and the left hand is taken down, and the hands cannot be tied together, or the right hand is used to hold the object in the left hand and the left hand is tightly grasped.

This made the guy sad, and even a little frightened.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Heng saw that the guy was tightly grasped by his right hand, but he was still restless, trying to get rid of the left hand controlled by the right hand, although it was extremely rare, but Zhao Heng still guessed the guy's problem somewhat.

"Doctor, I, my left hand doesn't listen to me."

The guy said with great trepidation.

A month ago, after this problem appeared, he looked at a lot of hospitals, but he was not optimistic, after consulting the master of metaphysics, the master said that his left hand stored a resentful spirit, and the resentful spirit must be sent away, otherwise, it is a catastrophe, a disaster of blood and light, and the young man who grew up under the red flag since he was a child is naturally skeptical.

It just so happened that a friend of his knew that there was a doctor like Zhao Heng in Dongfang Hospital who specializes in treating rare and incurable diseases, so he helped him register.

Today, the guy also came to Zhao Heng with hope.

He didn't want to believe the words of resentful spirits in his left hand!

"When did it start?"

Zhao Heng pondered for a moment and continued to ask.

"Just a month ago, one morning I got up, washed up in the bathroom, and shaved with a razor, when suddenly my left hand was out of my control, and I scratched it all at once, doctor, you see, this is the place that was scratched."

The guy said with a very uneasy statement.

"Are there any other symptoms or manifestations?"

Zhao Heng continued to ask.

"I just can't control my left hand, sometimes I will grab things inexplicably, tear my clothes, and suddenly slap my face, and when I see a beautiful girl, my left hand will grab it uncontrollably.

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Speaking of which, the guy was still a little ashamed, but in order to see the disease, he couldn't care about being ashamed.

This left hand is uncontrollable, just hit yourself, when you see a beautiful girl, especially a good figure, you will inexplicably catch it...

So now, although it is not a fatal problem, the guy is basically unable to live and work normally, and sometimes, the guy even thinks about cutting off his left hand.

"You lie down, I'll give you a check-up first."

After listening to what the guy said, Zhao Heng knew it in his heart and let the guy lie on the hospital bed.

"Okay."

The young man nodded again and again, and soon, he was lying on the hospital bed.

"Bring me some local anesthetic gel."

Seeing that the young man's right hand was still tightly gripping his restless left hand, Zhao Heng said to Tian Zhen.

"Okay."

Tian Zhen nodded.

After a while, Tian Zhen came over with a dose of anesthetic gel and applied it to the guy's left hand.

The anesthetic gel was applied, and after a while, the anesthetic molecules seeped through the skin, and the guy's left hand was temporarily separated.

"You can take your right hand out of the way, now your left hand is anesthetized."

Zhao Heng said to the guy.

The guy nodded again and again, relaxed a lot, let go of his right hand, and after letting go, his left hand just jumped a few times, and then hung down softly, it seemed that the anesthesia had taken effect.

Next, Zhao Heng gave the guy a very complete neurological physical examination.

The results were as follows: clear consciousness and no aphasia; Bilateral children's holes are equal to large and equal circles, sensitive to light reflex, both eyes are fully active in all directions, no nystagmus and staring, except for the left hand, the muscle tone of the other limbs is normal, there is no abnormality in deep and superficial sensation, the right fingers, nose and bilateral heel and shin experiments are mildly uncooperative, the limb key reflex is symmetrical, and the pathological signs are not elicited.

After completing the physical examination, the young man got off the examination bed and sat down on the chair opposite Zhao Heng again.

"Doctor, what is my disease? Is there really something in my left hand?"

The young man couldn't help but ask very worriedly.

"It's not something, it's heterohandist syndrome, or heterohandia for short, which is very rare."

Zhao Heng said slowly.

Heterohandia syndrome, abbreviated as heterohandia, is a very rare disease in clinical practice and usually causes heterodysedia in the corpus callosum, accessory motor area, medial frontal lobe, posterior frontal or parietal lobe, and thalamus, and its mechanism is thought to be related to the loss of communication between the brain.

The main table of anodysyality

Now, it is involuntary, uncontrollable, and aimless movements of one upper limb or hand, accompanied by the patient's strangeness and personification of the affected limb.

Of course, it's still relatively rare for a sick left hand like this guy to involuntarily grasp a beautiful girl, maybe it's the subconscious mind that controls the left hand?

"Hantidysia?"

When the guy heard what Zhao Heng said, he looked dazed.

"Doctor, that is, this hand is not mine?"

After a pause, the guy asked again.

"It's yours, but the neural network system that controls this hand is out of the control of the brain's motor center, and it is possible that the motor center is diseased, which requires further brain examination to be determined."

Zhao Heng patiently explained.

"Okay, okay, doctor, you can give me a check-up."

The guy must still be able to check, said immediately.

The places where he saw a doctor before, but he didn't even know what his illness was, and the level of this big hospital was high.

After a while, Zhao Heng gave the guy a checklist and asked a nurse to take him for an examination.

The time came to five o'clock.

After reading the last registered patient, Zhao Heng asked Tian Zhen, "Hasn't the patient who had a brain examination come yet?"

"Today's MRI room is very busy, and I heard that there are a batch of physical examinations."

Tian Zhen said.

"Then let's wait a little longer."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"You said that the guy just now, he said that he couldn't control his left hand, and when he saw a beautiful girl, he went to arrest someone, is this true?"

Tian Zhen asked with some curiosity, although she has been working in the hospital for a long time and has seen a lot of strange diseases, but she has never seen such a guy before.

"It's possible, if there is a disturbance in the nervous system that controls his left hand, or if it is a subconscious influence, it is possible. Of course, under normal circumstances, the subconscious mind cannot control the human body when the apparent consciousness is working."

Zhao Heng thought for a while and said.

"Is there really such a thing, isn't it a bit similar to the kind of thing that when you fall asleep, you get up in your dream to kill someone, and you wake up unconscious?"

Tian Zhen asked with some curiosity.

"The human subconscious is very magical, and at present, the exploration of the subconscious mind cannot even reach 5%, and any situation is possible."

Zhao Heng explained.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Tian Zhen couldn't help but nodded.

While the two were chatting, the guy came in with a bag.

"Doctor, the results are in."

The guy took out the inspection results in the bag, handed them to Zhao Heng and said.

"Okay."

Zhao Heng took the inspection results and looked at them carefully.

After a while, Zhao Heng put the test results on the table and said to the young man with great certainty: "The examination shows that your corpus callosum has severe ischemia, and the local blood vessels, especially the bilateral vertebral arteries, basilar arteries and the left anterior cerebral artery are very narrow, because the blood vessels are narrow, causing partial ischemia."

[In view of the general environment,

"Huh? Doctor, I'm so young, can I also have narrowed blood vessels? Didn't I hear that only old people have it?"

As a high-intensity surfing youth in the new era, the guy naturally understands fatal diseases such as cerebral vascular stenosis and cerebral infarction, which also benefits from the medical science popularization over the years.

"Most of the blood vessel stenosis in the elderly is atherosclerosis caused by high blood lipids and high blood pressure.

Zhao Heng asked slowly.

"Yes, the unit was organized two months ago, and at that time I said how could my blood lipids be so high."

The guy took out his mobile phone and called up the electronic version of the experience report

, and showed it to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng took a look, and sure enough, the guy's physical examination report showed that although the blood pressure was not high, the blood lipids were very high, and I have to say that the lifestyle of young people now has made some diseases that only occur in the elderly occur in young people now.

"Doctor, am I going to have surgery?"

The guy asked nervously, this involves the brain, what if you really have to have surgery and can't get off the operating table?

He's still young!

"The current situation does not require surgery, conservative treatment first, and then check it later, from the current imaging results, the blood vessel stenosis has not developed to an irreversible extent, as long as some drugs that soften blood vessels and lower blood lipids are used, it is possible to control the symptoms."

Zhao Heng said slowly.

"Can I be hospitalized?" Doctor, I'll be in the hospital right away."

The guy hurriedly said, he knows how difficult it is to have a bed in the East Hospital now, he had a relative before, and he had a relative who wanted to do cardiovascular interventional balloon surgery, and it was not easy to stay, and he was discharged after only five days of surgery.

However, if you want to be hospitalized, there is no bed at all.

"Does Corey have any beds?"

Zhao Heng did not answer, but asked Tian Zhen.

"There have been so many people in the hospital lately that now there are only aisle beds."

Tian Zhen thought for a while and said.

The aisle bed, as the name suggests, is to put a hospital bed in the aisle, or even in the infusion hall, which is also because the hospitalized people are often full, and there is no way.

"An aisle bed will do, yes."

Before Zhao Heng could speak, the guy hurriedly said.

"Then let's stay in the lower hospital first, treat it for a while, and then observe it later."

Zhao Heng thought for a while and said.

The man's blood vessels are narrow, and it is obvious that it has not reached the level where surgical intervention is needed, so conservative treatment is also possible now.

"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor."

The guy thanked him again and again.

Even the aisle bed is hard to get now.

Regarding this, you can see it by looking at the current Oriental outpatient hall, which is almost lined up outside the hospital.