White armor

Chapter 425: Shredded Potatoes? You Call It French Fries
Only after sending the person to the CCU and completing the admission procedures did Meng Liangren breathe a sigh of relief.

"Meng, you're amazing!" Zhuang Yan praised. "How did you make that judgment? I thought it was nothing serious at the time. If it weren't for you, I think he would have died when his condition became serious."

"Me?" Meng Liangren was stunned.

"Yes, it's normal to have a fever and a fast heart rate. But you want to see an EKG while chatting. You must have clinical experience."

Zhuang Yan is eager to learn about various clinical experiences.

"Emmmm." Meng Liangren murmured, "It's just that I feel like life is very troublesome."

"Life is troublesome? How does that feel?" Zhuang Yan was stunned.

She tried hard to recall the conversation between Meng Liangren and the head nurse. The head nurse was clear-headed and spoke lucidly, and was indeed a little listless, but she didn't feel anything when she was talking to Old Meng.

"You don't know her. She used to be very jumpy." Meng Liangren explained, "Especially after she said you were my apprentice, she was able to remain calm. Something was wrong."

“!!!” Zhuang Yan was stunned. What kind of reason was this?

"I told her you were the daughter of Dean Shen from the First Hospital of Medical University. Although she was very surprised, it was definitely different from what I imagined."

Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"But Xiaozhuang, it seems that you have a solid foundation this time." Meng Liangren exclaimed, "What books do you usually read?"

"I'll find it for you!" Zhuang Yan said with a smile, "We have the secret book of electrocardiogram."

"Secret book?" Meng Liangren smiled. Young people always want to come up with new ideas for everything.

"The teacher bound the typical or atypical electrocardiograms he had kept for decades into a book and printed it out. I became more and more confused the more I read them at first, but later I was able to understand them. I studied them for a month and it was so interesting!"

Meng Liangren sighed in his heart.

Compared with Zhuang Yan, I spent the first half of my life feeding dogs.

Top2 is top2.
Although there is still controversy over which one is the top two among Peking University Health Science Center, West China University of Technology, and Huashan University, how could Meng Liangren think so meticulously?

If he could live his life over again, he would definitely work hard in high school and do everything he could to get into a good school.

……

……

"Old Meng is looking for you?" Chen Yong asked while sitting next to Luo Hao and rubbing the bamboo.

"Well, a patient with acute myocarditis who mistook it for a cold and had a fever and received an IV drip."

"It seems that when the infectious disease policy was relaxed, there were many patients with acute myocarditis who accidentally went to the ICU."

Luo Hao just nodded.

I have already said it very seriously, Lao Meng should not let me down.

"You have to answer the phone for consultation even when you come out to pet a cat. Why are you so busy?" Chen Yong stroked the bamboo, feeling contented.

It’s a pity that this bastard is closer to Luo Hao.

"Doctor, that's it. You have to get used to it. My Union Hospital..."

When Luo Hao said this, he looked at Chen Yong deeply and said, "In my Union Medical College, many professors who lead groups are usually not too busy. They go fishing, play cards, or play golf.

But that’s because they’ve seen the ceiling and know that no matter how hard they try, they won’t get any results, so they can only be optimistic and accept their fate.”

"Luo Hao, you usually don't act like a father this strongly. What's wrong with you lately?" Chen Yong said disdainfully while stroking a bamboo stick.

Zhuzi raised his head and bared his teeth at Chen Yong.

"You bastard!" Chen Yong glared back viciously.

"It's not daddy-like." Luo Hao smiled slightly. "A few years ago, a P7 of Alibaba posted a Weibo, saying that his annual salary was more than 200 million, and he also had stock options, which was probably tens of millions. This income should be much higher than that of the chief physician of Union Medical College of the same age."

"So arrogant?" Chen Yong curled his lips.

"Well, Ali's people were so arrogant at that time. They mentioned Concord by name, but no one paid any attention to them."

"Really? Reality is different from fiction. If my master wrote it, there would be a story here." Chen Yong pressed the bamboo's head down and continued stroking it.

"No way, who would bother with a young man who succeeds at a young age? If he's lucky, he can stay like this for the rest of his life; if he's unlucky, he'll fall soon. The bosses have seen many people who succeed at a young age and then fall into the mud. Besides, it's just a remark, how could they take it seriously?"

"and after?"

"Some time ago, he started to regret it. I don't know what happened and I'm not interested in finding out. Maybe he was made redundant at the age of 35. He used his previous earnings to buy a large apartment in Lin'an and owed a lot of debt. The income after the makeover was not enough to make up for it."

“Or maybe because of the drop in stock prices and personnel changes, his options are no longer valuable.”

"What did he say?" Chen Yong asked curiously.

"He said that it would be better to learn Chinese medicine. He wouldn't have to work night shifts every day. He could just take patients' pulses and it wouldn't matter whether the illness was cured or not, and there would be no medical disputes. I feel that he must have a doctor friend, otherwise how would he know that Chinese medicine has so many benefits." Luo Hao stretched lazily.

It was only then that Chen Yong noticed that Luo Hao had led the topic slightly off track.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a casual chat, and we don't want to achieve any results.

"Boss Zhou is not in good health. You have to take him to the agricultural company in Hulin. Don't get too tired." Chen Yong warned.

"Have you calculated it?" Luo Hao was a little nervous.

"No, I just nag casually. I learned this from you. My fatherly manner is much stronger. Do you think it's annoying?"

"Depend on!"

……

……

Fan Dongkai and Jason were sitting in a small restaurant. Dr. Jason's mood had improved a lot. Time could heal all wounds. If one year didn't work, they could try another year. They would eventually return to their lives.

"Jason, everything that needs to be done has been done. You can go anytime... They call it work, and some people call the hospital a unit."

"Units? Cells after cells?"

"That's probably the case, because they were all state-owned enterprises in the past, and they were made up of state-owned enterprises..." Fan Dongkai explained a few words to Dr. Jason, and seeing that it was difficult for Jason to understand, he also knew that this kind of special content could only be understood if it was truly integrated.

"Are you tired of eating KFC after a few days?" Fan Dongkai asked.

"I don't dare to eat Chinese food, except for breakfast." Dr. Jason said, "I heard that you even eat animal organs here. My God! I can't imagine it."

"Spicy and sour shredded potatoes!" The boss brought the dish up.

This is an old restaurant. Fan Dongkai used to come here often before he went abroad. There would be a queue at meal times.

It’s okay now, after all, it’s not a proper meal time, but it looks like the boss is getting ready to close for a break, and his attitude... his attitude has changed fundamentally from before.

In the past, Fan Dongkai had seen the boss chase people away. The boss had a stern face and didn't care whether the customers had finished their meal or not. He would chase people away at a certain time, showing his old-fashioned style.

But now?
The boss had a stiff smile on his face, which was uglier than crying.

God knows what has happened in the past few years. Fan Dongkai broke open a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Jason.

"Jason, try it. It was my favorite when I was a kid. It's cheap, delicious, and goes well with rice."

"what is this?"

"Shredded potatoes." Fan Dongkai thought for a moment, "It's the French fries you eat in the United States. They use the same ingredients."

Dr. Jason had a look of surprise on his face.

Dr. Jason took a bite of food and a sip of wine, with a strange expression on his face. "French fries can be so delicious?! Fan, I never thought that French fries can be eaten without ketchup."

"Not bad." Fan Dongkai was very satisfied with Jason's expression and put a piece of shredded potatoes into his mouth with chopsticks.

It still tastes like my childhood!

Fan Dongkai praised in his heart.

"The wine is just unpalatable, and this is called beer? You call this beer?!" Dr. Jason complained.

"It is said that diuretics are added to domestic beer. I don't know whether it is true or not. But domestic beer is indeed not very tasty. I guess it will become similar to Budweiser..." Fan Dongkai explained. He said halfway and lowered his head to eat. He didn't dare to say that Budweiser would become an LGBT company.

This is Fan Dongkai’s own feeling.

Ever since Budweiser replaced its middle and upper management with a bunch of LGBT executives, its beer has become less tasty. I don’t know if it’s just my own illusion.

After taking a few bites of the food, Jason didn't even bother drinking anymore and was enjoying his meal.

"I'll take you around these few days."

"I'm going to South Lake Province."

"What are you going there for?" Fan Dongkai was surprised. "You should know that the distance between the capital of Beijiang Province and the capital of Nanhu Province is more than 2600 kilometers, which is equivalent to the distance between Johns Hopkins on the East Coast and Tulsa in the Midwest."

"To see an old friend. Ronnie settled in China after retiring."

Ronnie?

Fan Dongkai shook his head.

Seeing that Fan Dongkai didn’t know, Dr. Jason continued to explain, “O’Sullivan.”

“!!!” Fan Dongkai was surprised.

"Isn't he English?"

"I went to Cambridge and then to Johns Hopkins, have you forgotten, Van?"

"O'Sullivan is in China? How come I didn't know that?" Fan Dongkai was a little surprised.

"Yeah, he used to come here to play basketball, and he likes the food here... For example, these delicious French fries." Jason didn't use chopsticks well, and he was struggling with a plate of spicy and sour potato shreds.

"He said he wanted to settle in Chang'an, but later he went to Nanhu Province for some reason. Maybe the food is equally delicious everywhere here?"

"No, the food in each place tastes different." Fan Dongkai said with a smile, "My favorite is the food in Chengdu, which is heavy in oil and salt, similar to Northeastern cuisine. Although it is not healthy, it tastes good."

Fan Dongkai began to explain science to Dr. Jason, but stopped after a few words.

He is not good at speaking, and Fan Dongkai believes that no matter how exaggerated his description is, it will be disrespectful to the cuisines of various places.

It's better to let Jason try it himself if he has time.

I took Jason to do some work a few days ago. When we were drinking tea, Jason was dismissive of the good tea and only wanted to drink jasmine tea.

Fan Dongkai did not comment on the overall taste.

But while drinking tea, he ate all the biscuits and Want Want senbei prepared by the teahouse.

Fan Dongkai couldn't remember whether there were Want Want Senbei in the supermarket over in Baltimore. Anyway, it was very strange.

Fan Dongkai didn't notice this when he was in the United States, but when he came to China, Jason's "quirk" became particularly obvious.

"What is O'Sullivan doing in Nanhu Province?" Fan Dongkai asked while eating.

But as the next dishes were served, Dr. Jason had already begun to concentrate on struggling with his chopsticks and had no time to talk.

O'Sullivan was actually in China and he didn't even know it.

Fan Dongkai loves playing billiards, so he decided to go with Jason to have a look.

……

……

three days later.

Luo Hao and Chen Yong came back with bamboo.

Boss Zhou wasn't feeling well, but when he came back he had a strange expression on his face, and it seemed like he didn't know what the photos would look like.

After settling Zhuzi down, Boss Zhou rested for a night and took the high-speed sleeper train back to the capital the next day.

Luo Hao and Wang Jiani went to see Boss Zhou off. "Boss, why don't you look very excited? I was prepared to throw some cold water on you if you got too excited, but I didn't expect you to be so calm."

"Xiao Luohao, why does it look so sloppy?" asked Boss Zhou.

"Oh, boss, you've never shot a similar promotional video before?"

Boss Zhou shook his head. "I don't like to be in the spotlight. I never have."

"It's ok, boss. Da Nizi is working with Tian Gong on the pre-production for more than half a month. The rough version will be ready soon. There will be editing later, and I'm sure you will be satisfied."

Boss Zhou didn't say much, but walked into the station with his back hunched.

Wang Jiani supported Boss Zhou and chatted with the old man in a soft voice. Gradually, Boss Zhou's expression became better.

Luo Hao looked at Boss Zhou and Wang Jiani with a smile, they looked just like grandfather and grandson.

With the cooperation of people from the provincial publicity department and professional companies, post-production editing and other matters should not be a problem.

After sending Boss Zhou to the station, Luo Hao waved goodbye.

The girl sent the boss back, as Luo Hao had too much to do and was unable to cope with it.

After leaving the station, Luo Hao drove back to the hospital.

He didn't feel anything when he was not at home. Luo Hao knew very well that this was because Meng Liangren was reliable.

After returning, Meng Liangren led the medical team to make rounds. He arranged everything properly and Luo Hao was quite satisfied.

"Lao Meng, not bad." Luo Hao gave an affirmative answer.

A smile appeared on Meng Liangren's square face.

"Professor Luo, the patient I called you about a few days ago was said to be able to leave the CCU tomorrow. Fortunately, less than two hours after he was admitted, when his family was still questioning whether it was necessary, he suffered a cardiac arrest."

"If it wasn't in the CCU, the person would have died in one go. If it was a community hospital, they would have been panicked when they encountered this situation."

Luo Hao waved his hand. He didn't care much about such trivial matters.

Just give an answer when asked this question. There are so many patients and it is impossible for me to take care of them all.

"Xiao Luo, come here." Shen Zizai stood at the door and waved at Luo Hao.

"Director, what's wrong?" Luo Hao walked out with a smile.

“Am I in the documentary?”

"No."

After hearing Luo Hao's answer, Shen Zizai was speechless.

"Director, this documentary is for the boss, and I am not in the film." Luo Hao said with a smile, "Don't worry, don't worry, Zhuzi will stay for a few months, there will be plenty of opportunities."

Shen Zizai tried hard to smile, expressing his longing emotion.

Zhuzi finally came back, but it was not what Shen Zizai had imagined. It turned out that Zhuzi was even busier than himself. After returning, he went to the agricultural company in Hulin to shoot a promotional video for the province.

I haven't really touched the bamboo yet.

The more Shen Zizai thought about it, the angrier he became, and he glared at Luo Hao viciously.

Luo Hao knew that Shen Zizai was angry, so he chuckled and said, "Director, where are you going?"

"Perform surgery, and then go to the neurosurgeon to take a look at the patient."

"What patient?"

"The doctor told me that the nurse's son has viral encephalitis." Shen Zizai sighed, "Why is it so difficult to not get sick?"

"Have you bought the fruit basket? I'll go prepare it." Shen Zizai glanced at Luo Hao, then turned and left.

It was already noon when the operation was completed.

Shen Zizai looked at the prepared fruit basket, flowers, and a box of paper cranes and felt amused.

I never thought that the paper cranes I folded for surgical practice would have so many uses.

When visiting a patient, people may not remember things like fruit baskets, but the thousand paper cranes were different, and there was a big box of them.

"Xiao Luo, with so many paper cranes, your patients obviously can't keep up."

"Director, I have a lot of things to do here. Qingqian will start the review soon, and there will be more than a dozen annual meetings to host at the end of the year. After I finish all that, I will try my best to increase the number of surgeries."

Luo Hao started begging for mercy before Shen Zizai started the conversation.

Shen Zizai really didn't understand why Luo Hao cared so much about Qing Qian when he clearly had nothing to do with her.

However, Shen Zizai was too lazy to ask Luo Hao more questions now. This kid was smart and did things that he really couldn't imagine.

The two changed their clothes, Luo Hao carried a fruit basket and flowers, and Shen Zizai held a thousand paper cranes.

"Xiao Luo, is there any connection between the viral encephalitis you mentioned and the fact that people were found releasing cockroaches all over the country a while ago?" Shen Zizai asked.

He now believes more and more in certain conspiracy theories.

Because some things cannot be explained using normal human logic.

Conspiracy theory is more plausible.

"It shouldn't matter. About 90% of herpes simplex encephalitis in humans is type 1."

"Cockroaches carry other bacteria, which have little to do with viruses."

Shen Zizai did not ask any further questions. Based on his understanding of Luo Hao, Luo Hao was such a coward that he would not be able to get anything out of him even if he asked further questions.

"Alas. Xiao Deng was crying because of the doctor's orders. How could a child get encephalitis when he was fine? This thing has sequelae. When I was young, I saw patients with viral encephalitis, and some of them had intellectual disabilities."

"It is indeed troublesome. Epilepsy, involuntary tremors of limbs, paralysis, intellectual disability, etc. However, medical treatment is much better now than before, and the possibility of sequelae is not great."

Luo Hao explained.

Shen Zizai nodded. There was no point in getting anxious about a similar disease. Everyone has their own destiny.

As he gets older, Shen Zizai believes more and more in fate.

He had seen people with steel bars piercing their brains, but they were fine; he had seen people whose hearts stopped beating for half an hour, but who finally came back to life, without even any symptoms of being a vegetative state.

He had also seen people die after sneezing.

This person, it’s all fate.

"At first I thought it was gastroenteritis, with diarrhea, nausea, and vomiting. After two days of intravenous drips at the community hospital, I started to have neurological symptoms. Xiao Luo, I don't know much about neurological diseases. Is this how viral encephalitis develops?"

"Yes, but not much." Luo Hao gave an affirmative answer.

Shen Zizai sighed.

Although everything depends on fate, he still hopes that the doctor told the nurse that his son is fine. Even if it is just a misdiagnosis and a false alarm.

But Luo Hao gave a positive answer, which made Shen Zizai very uncomfortable.

You bastard, you didn't even say a word to comfort yourself.

Although he thought so in his heart, Shen Zizai didn't say much and came to the ward with a thousand paper cranes.

The doctor's nurse was wearing casual clothes, sitting beside the bed, with red eyes.

A young man was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his limbs twitching occasionally.

These are very typical neurological symptoms, so there should be no problem in diagnosis.

Moreover, others may think that he is resting when he closes his eyes, but Luo Hao thinks that the objects he see are spinning and he cannot open his eyes at all.

"Sister Deng." Luo Hao greeted her in a low voice.

"Director, Professor Xiao Luo, you are here." The doctor instructed the nurse to wipe her tears with the back of her hand and quickly moved a stool for Shen Zizai and Luo Hao.

"No need to sit down. I just came out of surgery and came to take a look." Shen Zizai said in a deep voice, "How is the child?"

"I did an MRI and found nothing serious." The doctor asked the nurse to tell him the best test result first.

"What medicine should I use?"

Shen Zizai was chatting, but Luo Hao noticed some red bumps on the patient's body.

It looked like scabies, and there was ointment on the scabies.

Luo Hao thought of something and opened the AI ​​diagnostic assistance system while searching the Union Medical College medical record database.

The two were directly compared, and the answers were exactly the same, which did not exceed Luo Hao's guess.

So that’s it!
After glancing around, Luo Hao didn't see any items. He walked sideways from behind Shen Zizai, came to the bedside table of the hospital bed, and opened the drawer.

Shen Zizai was chatting with the nurse when he suddenly saw Luo Hao rummaging around in an "impolite" manner and frowned.

But his frowning brows instantly opened and a look of joy appeared on his face.

After more than half a year of contact, Shen Zizai had a more or less understanding of Luo Hao's behavioral characteristics. This bastard must have discovered something.

However, Shen Zizai did not ask. Instead, he interrupted the conversation with the doctor and the nurse, walked behind Luo Hao, and watched him rummaging through the drawer.

There isn't much in the drawer, and it's easy to see.

Antiviral oral medicine, a bag of fruit, and an ointment.

Luo Hao reached out and picked up the ointment and looked at it carefully.

Shen Zizai's gaze also moved over and fell on the ointment.

Although Luo Hao's behavior was very strange, and Shen Zizai couldn't understand the relationship between the ointment and viral encephalitis, he still took a look at the name.

Lindane ointment.

This is wool? Why does the name sound so weird?

Even though Shen Zizai is an old doctor, he doesn't know all kinds of medicines. He doesn't know what the Lindan ointment in front of him is used for.

This name seems to be in the style of decades ago. Could it be that the problem lies with the Lindane Ointment?

"Xiao Deng, what is this?" Shen Zizai asked cautiously.

"My eldest son has a skin disease, so he applied it." The nurse replied.

Oh, that should have nothing to do with viral encephalitis.

Even if there are side effects, they would not be neurological symptoms. Shen Zizai's first thought was to deny the relationship between the unfamiliar Lindan ointment and viral encephalitis.

"Sister Deng, how long have you been applying Lindan Ointment?" Luo Hao asked while holding the Lindan Ointment.

"About ten days." Although the nurse was a little unhappy and annoyed, she still answered truthfully.

Luo Hao had long been known as a miraculous person in the hospital, perhaps he had discovered something.

But Lindane ointment is used to treat scabies...

The medical nurse had the same idea as Shen Zizai, that this thing had nothing to do with viral encephalitis.

"Sister Deng, it's nothing, the diagnosis is wrong. Stop taking the Lindan ointment first and use some medicine that's right for your condition. You'll be fine soon."

"..."

"..."

Faced with Luo Hao's confidence, Shen Zizai and the medical nurse were stunned.

That ointment for treating skin diseases can cause viral encephalitis?
(End of this chapter)