White armor

Chapter 577: Headache cannot be treated only at the head

Luo Hao sat on the ground. It was obvious that the overloaded exercise for less than ten minutes had made him a little tired. During this period, Luo Hao had already gone all out.

Zhuzi sat beside Luo Hao and kept nudging him with his head. He was not begging for love, but seemed to be comforting Luo Hao in his own way.

"How come you are in such good health? I didn't expect you could climb up in the end." Chen Yong looked at Luo Hao in surprise.

"Not bad." Luo Hao smiled slightly, pretending to be calm.

If it weren't for his racial talent - calm and violent, even his strengthened body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Fortunately, the float has reached the other side of the river.

The rest is all technology. When the New Year’s bell rings, Zhuzi will stand on the stage and dance with everyone.

A bottle of water was handed over, and Wang Jiani had already unscrewed the bottle cap.

Luo Hao took the water, but put it aside. He held Wang Jiani's small hand with his backhand and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingers.

"How come you know so many Peking Opera moves?"

"I once met an old man who taught me this. At that time, I just wanted to make my boss happy. You know, many elderly people like this," said Luo Hao.

To make the boss happy?
This bastard Luo Hao is really good at providing emotional value, but Chen Yong didn't say anything. Being willing to provide emotional value is also a skill, and the key is that Luo Hao can learn it.

Not everyone would give out two boxes of mooncakes for the sake of emotional value during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Is your foot okay?" Wang Jiani kept touching Luo Hao's ankle.

"It's okay, it's okay." Luo Hao said this but did not stop Wang Jiani. He just smiled as if he was enjoying it.

"Xiao Liu, are you feeling better?" Luo Hao turned and asked another staff member.

He was busy holding his stomach, and when he heard Luo Hao asking him, he turned his head with a frown, "Professor Luo, if there is too much water, add noodles, and if there is too much noodles, add water. This is really like torture."

Xiao Liu has been busy recently and has been suffering from a sore throat. He hasn't had a bowel movement for three days, so he drank lactulose early in the morning.

But lactulose was too strong for him, and he started to have nausea and vomiting after drinking it.

As the float parade was about to begin, Xiao Liu had no way of taking leave and could only take montmorillonite powder orally.

This is what he said about adding more water to the dough and adding more water to the dough.

It was New Year's Eve and he couldn't take a day off, so he had no choice but to do this and deal with it for now until the float show was over.

The core project team members must not fail on the most critical day.

"How is it now?"

"My stomach aches so much, but everything seems to be blocked inside." Xiao Liu covered his stomach and chatted for a while while busying himself.

"I recently heard someone say that humans are large dumplings filled with poop, which is what dogs love to eat." Chen Yong squinted his eyes and joked, "Xiao Liu's is a soup dumpling."

Luo Hao frowned, "Don't say it so disgustingly."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Chen Yong laughed somewhat recklessly. It was a little thrilling just now, but looking back now, it can only be said that it was a close call.

There are other projects coming up, and Zhuzi only needs to go to the main stage on New Year’s Eve.

The work was almost done. Especially the giant finger transformed by the drone at the end, Chen Yong was quite satisfied.

When we arrived at the stage of the Ice and Snow World, the ice crystals outside reflected colorful lights, and the noisy music made the house shake.

Luo Hao didn't like this kind of environment very much.

But with Danizi and Zhuzi around, it seems like I can tolerate any noise.

"Da Nizi."

"Meow~~~"

"What gift should I bring when I visit your house before the New Year?" Luo Hao asked.

"Just bring whatever you want. We're not so particular at home."

"I took away your cabbage. Will your dad be very unhappy?"

"Yes, I did in the past. When I was in high school, my father told me very seriously not to fall in love too early. But when I graduated from college, he wanted me to get married right away."

"All parents are like this." Luo Hao touched the bamboo with one hand and held Wang Jiani with the other. After chatting lightly, his body gradually recovered.

Wang Jiani was also familiar with Luo Hao's temperament. This bastard would concentrate fully on doing one thing, but when the dust had settled, it might not be completely over, and he would turn his attention to the next thing.

Now look, the next thing is to come to the door.

But when she thought about getting married, Wang Jiani felt happy but also a little scared.

Don't know why.

But Luo Hao's hands were very warm. Although a little hard, they were like a mountain standing behind him.

Gradually, Wang Jiani's head rested on Luo Hao's shoulder, and Zhuzi also imitated the big girl's action and rested her head on Luo Hao's other shoulder.

Luo Hao could not hear any of the noise outside, he just felt very peaceful in his heart.

How wonderful it would be if life could always be like this.

Unfortunately, peace and tranquility are just coincidences in life, and soon Geng Qiang came in with a few people.

Seeing this scene, Geng Qiang was stunned.

He wondered what Luo Hao was doing, but he didn't expect that Luo Hao and his "family of three" were actually living their own little lives.

"Uh, sorry to bother you..." Geng Qiang was stunned for a moment and turned to leave.

"Brother Qiang." Luo Hao rubbed Wang Jiani and was about to get up when Zhuzi started to whimper.

After rubbing the bamboo again, Luo Hao finally stood up.

I don’t know who Zhuzi inherited her jealous mentality from. Luo Hao thinks he is not jealous.

"Brother Qiang, are you okay?"

"The effect is good. Trending searches now account for almost 70% of the entries, which is a cliff-like crush." ​​Geng Qiang laughed, "Although other cities also have some new year's eve activities, they are so suppressed that they can hardly breathe."

As he said this, Geng Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, and his body felt a little limp.

"The provincial capital should have received this overwhelming wealth."

Luo Hao took out his mobile phone and took a look at the trending searches. Sure enough, they were all related to the Ice and Snow Festival and New Year's Eve.

“Short video platforms have also exploded. I asked the relevant companies and they said that our short videos and live broadcasts on New Year’s Eve were almost ten times more than those of bloggers in other places.” Another person reported happily.

"That's good."

"By the way, an old man just called the provincial government to ask who performed the ghost step on the float. Xiao Luo, you didn't perform the space step, but the ghost step in Peking Opera?"

"Yeah." Luo Hao nodded truthfully, "When I was young, I learned a little in my spare time. I didn't expect it to be useful now."

Geng Qiang patted Luo Hao's shoulder hard, wanting to praise him, but he didn't know what to say.

There is so much I want to say that when the words come to my lips they turn into silence.

Luo Hao knows how to use that old stuff and can pick it up and save the situation at any time. Geng Qiang even suspects that Luo Hao doesn't learn any surgery at all and just does it every day.

He has been waiting for an opportunity to put in ten years of hard work off stage for just one minute on stage.

"Although it's not a perfect ending and there will still be some scattered things in the future, but Brother Qiang's abilities have been demonstrated in this organization. Congratulations first." Luo Hao congratulated Geng Qiang with a smile.

As for the next step in his career, Luo Hao didn't say anything and Geng Qiang didn't mention it either, but everyone knew it.

Otherwise, why would the director of the Provincial Comprehensive Department come to organize and hold the Ice and Snow Festival.

This was an assessment of Geng Qiang by the organization, and Geng Qiang completed it almost perfectly.

The traffic and hot searches far surpassed those of other cities, and even the New Year's Eve in Shanghai was affected to some extent.

It was enough, couldn't ask for more.

Geng Qiang sometimes felt that Luo Hao was really lucky, and the people around him also had better luck without realizing it.

When he took over, Geng Qiang was still a little confused and felt that he might not be able to surpass the previous class.

As long as it is done in a standard way and not too much worse than the previous ice and snow festivals, it will be enough. But who doesn't have a dream?

However, Geng Qiang never expected that just wanting to use bamboo as a mascot and take advantage of its traffic would result in such a huge reward.

"When everything is done, come to my house for dinner, you and Danni together." Geng Qiang said firmly.

"Okay." Luo Hao agreed.

"Xiao Luo, you are famous now." Geng Qiang sighed.

"Huh?" Luo Hao was stunned. He was famous? How could he say that?

"A few days ago, a friend of mine had to undergo surgery in the imperial capital," Geng Qiang said. "The night before the surgery, he held a photo of you and Zhu Zi and kept asking Professor Luo to bless him."

"..." Luo Hao was speechless. He paused for a moment before saying, "Brother Qiang, this is feudal superstition. Besides, this is going to kill me."

"But the operation went unexpectedly smoothly." Geng Qiang said with a smile, "Guess why?"

why?
Why was he holding a photo of himself and the bamboo? This is what Geng Qiang should have asked.

Luo Hao thought for a moment, "Is he doing scientific research?"

"I knew you could guess it!" Geng Qiang said, "He found that the experiments of his graduate students and doctoral students have been going quite smoothly in the past year. Later he found out that the students had to tell you before doing the experiment."

Luo Hao sighed. It was all Dong Feifei's fault. She must have told everyone about her bad habits.

As long as those research dogs are told that the experiment can succeed, they won't mind sleeping in a cemetery for a night, let alone worshiping themselves.

"Yesterday, a friend of mine asked me for an autographed photo of Zhuzi, and specifically asked for your photo."

"What's up with him?"

"After graduating, I worked for a while and then went to the grassroots level. I have been working hard in third- and fourth-tier cities until now, but I ended up suffering from a lot of illnesses. What poverty alleviation? That guy can run around the countryside for three months without taking off his clothes."

"Awesome." Luo Hao praised.

"Poverty alleviation is difficult. Some people just can't be helped. What can we do? The piglets, cattle and sheep we bought for them were killed for meat a few days later. When the poverty alleviation cadres visited the site, they found that they had all been slaughtered and eaten."

Luo Hao was not surprised, as human diversity can be observed clearly and thoroughly in clinical practice.

It's not easy for poverty alleviation cadres. They have to clock in and take photos every day. They can't be lazy. Some people even need to carry two or three mobile phones. Luo Hao doesn't know why, but he just heard it.

"He may have drunk too much coffee. He has a headache every few days, and the pain is terrible. But he can't ask for leave. Asking for leave during a critical moment is tantamount to deserting the battlefield." "Why do you want a photo of Zhuzi?" Luo Hao asked.

"During the New Year holidays, he planned to come to the provincial capital for a checkup to see if he had any problems. He had a head CT scan and MRI at the local tertiary hospital, and nothing happened. The doctor said it was a neuralgic headache and asked him to rest more."

"Drink more hot water?" Luo Hao said with a smile.

"No kidding, he was in so much pain, I saw he looked ten years older when I video chatted with him. Look at me, I don't feel old, right?"

Geng Qiang's hair did not fall out, it just became very white. However, he permed his hair quite frequently, so he does not look old at all.

Luo Hao nodded, "Brother Qiang looks very young, like a young man in his twenties who just graduated."

"He's different."

"Have you checked his heart?" Luo Hao asked casually.

"Heart?" Geng Qiang was startled. "Xiao Luo, he has a headache, not palpitations. He has not had a heart attack. He has had an electrocardiogram."

Although he felt that Luo Hao had said the wrong thing, Geng Qiang still gave a special explanation.

"Oh, I'm not talking about a heart attack. The other symptoms of a heart attack should have been found out long ago." Luo Hao smiled, "What I mean is..."

Luo Hao was a little tired. The noise outside kept coming in, making it inconvenient for him to talk.

Seeing Luo Hao pause, Geng Qiang moved closer.

"Headaches don't necessarily have to be treated in the head. Some headaches come from the heart, such as patent foramen ovale."

"???"

"The specific mechanism of migraine in patients with patent foramen ovale has not been studied clearly. Some people think that it may be caused by tiny blood clots or headache triggering substances such as serotonin. Usually, these substances are filtered in the lungs. If there are too many of them and they are not deposited and inactivated in the lungs, when the right heart pressure increases, the venous blood in the right atrium will flow into the left atrium, which is a right-to-left shunt."

"..."

Luo Hao was stunned for a moment and scratched his head. "I've said too much. I'm a little tired today. It doesn't make sense for me to talk like this. Let me talk about something simple first."

"Hahaha." Geng Qiang patted Luo Hao on the shoulder.

"I won't explain the specific principle. Brother Qiang, please ask the patient to check his heart. In fact, it is routine to check echocardiogram for headaches. Although the principle is not clear, doctors in higher-level hospitals know it."

"That's also a Grade 3A hospital," Geng Qiang reminded.

"Oh, there is a huge difference between the top three hospitals. Just like many medical schools try their best to become medical universities, but my Union Medical College has always been a medical school. But who's medical university can be better than my medical school? Don't you think so?"

“……” Geng Qiang was speechless.

"The Nutcracker Syndrome, a common urinary disease in the tertiary hospitals in our provincial capital, may not even be known by the directors of the relevant departments in the prefecture-level hospitals. I am telling the truth, not joking."

Geng Qiang was speechless, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, I'll tell my classmates."

……

……

In the neurology ward of a Class III hospital in a prefecture-level city in the neighboring province, Yang Minda curled up on the examination bed with his head in his hands.

The festive atmosphere of New Year's Eve has nothing to do with him.

Moreover, the deafening sound of firecrackers coming from outside from time to time gave Yang Minda even more headaches.

It was as if a knife was cutting into his brain. At this moment, Yang Minda even felt the same way as Cao Cao.

It is said that Cao Cao also had a headache, and Hua Tuo took out an axe.

Emmm.

The thought flashed through his mind, causing Yang Minda's head to ache again, like a cramp. It was okay to be hit, if it healed, it would be a blessing, if it didn't heal, then it would be a relief to die.

"Director Yang, why don't we arrange a 120 ambulance to go to the provincial capital directly at night?" The director of the Department of Neurology and the vice president in charge of clinical practice gave the suggestion helplessly.

This person's headache is incurable.

All the necessary examinations have been done, and there is no tumor in the brain, nor is there any cerebral infarction, cerebral hemorrhage, etc.

The director of the neurology department even felt that this disease should not be treated here, as it was a psychological disease caused by excessive stress and should be treated in the psychiatry department.

Nerve and spirit sound like just two words swapped in place, but their meanings are very different.

"I..." Yang Minda insisted on speaking, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the knife in his brain started to twitch again.

pain!
Excruciating pain!!
At the same time, the cell phone rang.

Yang Minda didn't have time to pay attention to his phone. He held his head, his mind went blank and he had lost the ability to think.

The vice president in charge of clinical affairs hesitated for a moment, then remained calm and did not move.

But the director of the Department of Neurology didn't seem to think too much about it. He picked up Yang Minda's mobile phone and answered the call.

"Hello." The head of the neurology department said, "I'm from Sanjiang Central Hospital. Director Yang is ill and we are having a consultation."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the sound of fireworks could be heard faintly, hinting at the excitement of the New Year's Eve.

It was like two completely different worlds on both ends of the phone. One world was bustling and colorful, like heaven; the other world was cold and harsh, like hell.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm Geng Qiang."

The director of the Department of Neurology was stunned, having no idea who Geng Qiang was.

But the muscles on the vice president's face couldn't help twitching. He immediately reached out to take the phone, and a flattering smile appeared on his face, even he was not aware of it.

"Director Geng? Is that you?"

"you are?"

"I'm the vice president of Sanjiang Central Hospital, Geng Zhiwei. We were a family five hundred years ago." The vice president tried to get close, but didn't continue. Instead, he got back to the point, "Director Geng, Director Yang has a severe headache now. We gave him a shot of painkillers but it didn't work."

"I consulted an expert in the provincial capital, and he suggested doing a heart...heart what's that, Xiao Luo."

"Oh, yes, do a cardiac ultrasound to see if there is a patent foramen ovale."

“???” The vice president was stunned, and the director of the neurology department at the side was also stunned.

It is said that you should not treat the head when you have a headache and the feet when you have a foot pain, but treating the head when you have a headache is the most basic thing. Do you also need to treat the heart when you have a headache?
The current rumor is that too many examinations are not allowed and medical insurance does not allow it at all.

Besides, what does headache have to do with patent foramen ovale?

The director of the Department of Neurology was disdainful, but he could see something wrong on the deputy director's face.

The person on the other end of the phone must be an important person.

"Okay, okay, I will contact an expert in cardiac ultrasound for consultation and report the results to you. Do you have any other instructions?" asked Vice President Geng.

After saying something on the other end, Vice President Geng hung up the phone and put it next to Yang Minda.

"Director Hui, is there any connection between headache and heart?"

"How could there be any connection?" The director of the Department of Neurology curled his lips. He reached out to adjust his glasses, and the lenses reflected a bright light.

"I'll call the cardiac ultrasound specialist." Although Vice President Geng was asking Director Hui, he had already taken out his own cell phone and started looking in the phone book.

Director Hui smiled coldly and did not stop him. Instead, he kept muttering, "I guess he found some charlatan. The provincial capital is not reliable at all. I have a relative who had a stomach cancer surgery at the Third Hospital of the Provincial Medical University. The operation was not difficult, but they couldn't do it laparoscopically and ended up having to do a major surgery."

"After coming down, they told the patient's family about laparoscopy with small incisions or something like that. They were just fooling people."

"Director Liu? I, Geng Zhiwei, came to the hospital for a cardiac ultrasound. Please hurry up." Vice President Geng no longer had his previous flattering look, but gave orders in a cold and stern voice.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Director Yang, are you feeling better?" Vice President Geng bent down and asked with a worried look on his face, like a filial son and grandson.

His expression changed so quickly that it was outrageous, and he didn't bother to hide his attitude of flattering the superiors and bullying the inferiors.

They are just a group of people working in clinical practice. Even if they know and are dissatisfied, what can they do?
Director Hui of the Department of Neurology seemed to be accustomed to this and was not surprised.

“It hurts, it hurts~”

"Director Geng just called us and gave us instructions on the consultation opinions of the provincial experts."

Yang Minda was speechless. He curled up like a prawn waiting to be put into the pot.

"I have contacted a cardiac ultrasound expert for consultation. Please wait a moment."

After explaining everything and showing what he had done, Vice President Geng straightened up with a serious look on his face.

"Dean, it's useless." Director Hui of the Department of Neurology sneered, "It's a headache, not a congenital heart disease. I think the provincial government must be talking nonsense."

"I also think it's impossible, but Director Geng has said so, so we have to follow it."

"To execute... we need a more reliable plan. Patent foramen ovale is not included in the differential diagnosis." Director Hui became more and more disdainful. He pointed his fingers and talked about things related to headaches.

He had done all the necessary tests, and he didn't know what to do with the rest. He always felt that he had to check whether it was caused by epilepsy.

Listening to Director Hui's chatter, Vice President Geng said coldly, "Just do what I tell you to do. Why are you talking so much?"

"Dean, who is Director Geng?" Director Hui lowered his voice and gossiped.

"It's from the Provincial Comprehensive Hospital."

Director Hui didn't know about the Comprehensive Department. "Hey, he's just an ordinary director. He stood up and pointed fingers at the clinical department. Do you think he is so good? It's New Year's Day. It's useless to bring everyone here."

Dean Geng glanced at Director Hui coldly and said, "You know nothing. Director Geng is in the province. Except for the boss, everyone who sees him has to call him Director Geng. Anyone who dares to call him Secretary Geng has no future."

"what?"

"If it wasn't Director Geng's doing, no one would care. He is such a person who has no foresight and has no future."

Director Hui felt that Vice President Geng was playing tricks on her, but she was just a clinical director, so what future did she have?

How dare the provincial official make such an unreliable diagnosis?

What a mess.

Ten minutes later, Director Liu from the cardiac ultrasound department rushed over and said over the phone that the machine was being turned on and asked to send the patient over.

The ultrasound echocardiogram at the bedside can be done, but the resolution is still a little poor, so we start sending patients here.

"Director Liu, what are you doing at home?"

"Watch the live broadcast on the Internet, the New Year's Eve of the Ice and Snow Festival. Dean Geng, didn't you watch it?"

Vice President Geng looked at Director Liu with disgust. Is this old woman blind?

(End of this chapter)