Merchant and doctor

Chapter 417 Bee Venom
Due to copyright issues, the outpatient APP developed by Xiaohe cannot be publicly released on the Internet. Naturally, patients cannot download it, and communication and interaction between doctors and patients cannot be discussed.

However, as a stand-alone version, the functions of that software, such as recording, statistics, induction, and experience summary... are quite powerful. According to relevant industry regulations, as long as Bian Mu does not try to use it for profit, it is still allowed to be used in personal clinics .

Bian Mu has arranged two versions on the mobile phone and the laptop, the mobile version and the PC version respectively, and exchange information through USB data cable or wireless network.

"Little friend! How old are you?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"It's just past my birthday, 10 years old!" The old man quickly replied on his behalf.

"Master! The child is already 10 years old, it's better for him to state his illness, okay?" Bian Mu criticized a few words tactfully.

That old man was quite polite, and upon hearing Bian Mu's words, the old man's face suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment.

Sensing his words, Mr. Fan hurriedly stepped forward to cover the old man's face.

"Master! We installed a professional water machine here, which is completely different from the clean water you usually get at the gate of the community. Please come here! Get a cup and try it. It's a little sweet." Fan said The gentleman very politely invited the old man to the side for a drink.

The little boy had delicate features, and he looked like a very energetic child. Bian Mu asked the doctor one after another: "Your grandpa said that you usually have a fever. What's going on, you can try to tell your uncle."

"Well... I must have a fever every year during the holidays. After the infusion, it will be much better, and then... there is no pattern anyway. Sometimes, the infusion in the hospital does not work very well. In fact, the fever went down by itself. I couldn't do it over and over again. I know what's going on..." The little boy spoke much more naturally when his grandfather wasn't by his side.

Although he is only 10 years old, the little boy has expressed his condition quite clearly.

"What do you usually eat for three meals a day? What kind of snacks do you usually eat? Do you have any special hobbies in diet?" At least half of pediatric fevers are due to improper eating. According to the routine, Bian Mu Asked about some details of the little boy's daily life and diet in detail.

The little boy answered in great detail, Bian Mu listened to it for a long time, but didn't feel anything unusual.

It can be heard that the little boy's parents and grandfather's family should belong to an intellectual family, and they still pay more attention to science and health preservation in their daily lives.

Observing his words, Bian Mu guessed that the little boy should be a relatively introverted type. This kind of child usually has some special hobbies. For example, he likes to raise a certain small animal, but the parents are firmly against it. There is no way, the child Well!I had to find a way to raise and play outside the family and near the campus. If I didn't pay attention, I was infected with some kind of special parasite or something, which led to irregular fever for many years.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

Anyway, there was no second patient in the clinic, so Bian Mu looked at the doctor very calmly.

"No hobbies! My grandma is very strict, and those hobbies have long been taken care of by her." Speaking of this, the little boy became a little sad.

"Is there nothing left? For example, use an astronomical telescope to look at the stars?" Bian Mu enlightened with a smile.

"They won't buy me a telescope. If it's a hobby...is collecting plant specimens to make a photo album count?" Speaking of this, the little boy couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he stared at the side with a pair of big watery eyes. Mu.

"Of course forget it! And it's a very high-grade elegant hobby, not bad, not bad! Keep going!" Having said that, Bian Mu seemed to be moved.

Later, Bian Mu asked a few more important questions, and the little boy could basically answer them fluently.

"Not bad! You can explain things so clearly at such a young age, praise! Come on! Uncle will give you the pulse." As he spoke, Bian Mu took the pulse of the little boy.

In less than 10 minutes, Bian Mu made at least one point clear: There should be signs of poisoning in the little boy's body, and the duration should not exceed 2 years.

Check the tongue coating, measure the blood pressure, after a while, Bian Mu still failed to diagnose the crux of the matter.

While pondering, Bian Mu filled in all the relevant information into the special software for outpatient clinics.

"The family controls him so strictly, and he is unlikely to have casual contact with the outside world... Then where did the poison in his body come from?" Thinking of this, Bian Mu decided to ask the little boy's grandfather to accompany him The nearby hospital does a full set of blood tests, and focuses on trace element tests.

"Uncle is fine here, you can play around here." After that, Bian Mu carefully read the various medical reports brought by the little boy's grandfather.

The little boy didn't go anywhere, he went straight to his grandfather and sat there quietly, took out a comic booklet from the schoolbag he was carrying, and read it with relish.

All the medical records have almost no reference value, and Bian Mu couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

"It's just opened, facing the second patient, do I really want to fire a squib?! Recommend the child to Cen Songxue?" Thinking of this, Bian Mu felt a little depressed.

Just when Bian Mu was at a loss, he suddenly remembered that there were a lot of chrysanthemum trees planted in the community, and it was the midsummer season. Could it be because of it? !
Thinking of this, Bian Mu hurriedly beckoned the little boy to his side, put on the headlamp, set up a professional medical magnifying glass, put the little boy's left hand on the mirror holder and checked it repeatedly. After a while, he switched to the right hand again.

Bian Mu's operation immediately made the little boy's grandfather very nervous, and quickly walked up to the two of them, and stood beside them nervously watching for a long time.

Mr. Fan was also very curious, so he moved a high stool for the old man to sit on.

After a while, Bian Mu finally found the problem.

"Found it! Master! The child is poisoned, I have to perform a minor operation on him." Bian Mu said with a smile.

When he heard that he had to undergo an operation, the little boy's grandfather suddenly turned pale with fright.

"What?! I still have to have an operation?! Then I can't make the decision. I have to tell my son." The little boy's grandfather quickly replied.

"Hehe...it's my fault that I didn't explain it clearly. The so-called minor surgery is actually just picking a few thorns." As he spoke, Bian Mu got up from the storage room to prepare surgical instruments.

The little boy's grandfather waited anxiously for a while, seeing that Bian Mu spoke easily, he still held back not to call his son.

After a while, Bian Mu came back.

"Master! Doesn't your precious grandson like to collect and make plant specimens? From time to time, he will be stung by various bees. It's nothing to do with ordinary bees. It's fine for the children to give some medicine by themselves. Your grandson is out of luck." Well, several places on your hands have been stung by wasps, and the stings still remain on your grandson's hands. Over time, it will naturally cause some kind of chronic small poisoning. The child is immature and has limited resistance. Chemical substances such as formic acid, neurotoxins, and histamines recurred in his body, and combined with other internal conditions, he naturally formed a special symptom of high fever habit. Don't worry, I just need to pick those stings You'll be fine when you come out." As he spoke, Bian Mu picked out all the stings on the little boy's hands one by one with professional tweezers with the help of a professional small needle knife.

Under the magnifying glass, the little boy's grandfather and Mr. Fan saw those stings clearly, and the two of them immediately felt a little creepy in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)