Qiao Xuejun simply rolled up her sleeves and turned back to ask Doctor Zheng: "Doctor Zheng, it's this wrist area...it hurts from time to time."
Doctor Zheng saw the scar on her hand and examined it carefully: "Did you have a suture operation here?"
Qiao Xuejun pursed her lips and nodded: "External injury. A year ago, it was an accident."
Doctor Zheng: "The wound was sutured well and healed smoothly. There's no big problem."
Doctor Zheng asked a few more detailed questions, ranging from the specific feeling of pain to how long the pain lasted, and pressed several places on her wrist to ask about the pain sensation.
Zhao Xian saw him withdraw his hand, frowned and asked, "How is it? What's the problem?"
Doctor Zheng pondered, "Ruling out nerve compression and tenosynovitis, the pain, as Professor Qiao mentioned, is triggered under specific conditions. That is, after doing heavy work or being exposed to cold, it's a sudden, throbbing pain that resolves on its own."
"The main concern is vasospasm secondary to trauma."
Zhao Xian: "Vasospasm?"
Doctor Zheng nodded. "Simply put, it's still caused by the trauma. The wound was quite large, and it must have been accompanied by the rupture of small blood vessels beneath the skin. Now that they've grown back, there may be structural abnormalities in the blood vessels' walls, leading to unstable vasoconstriction and vasodilation."
Zhao Xian's face darkened as he listened, and he continued to ask, "She said the pain was also caused by abnormal vasoconstriction?"
Dr. Zheng: "Generally speaking, yes. For example, Professor Qiao mentioned that pain from being cold is caused by blood vessel constriction. However, the constriction is too tight, which narrows the lumen and obstructs blood flow, leading to ischemic pain."
"Also, when doing heavy work, normally the blood vessels dilate and blood flow increases, but her small blood vessels here have a problem with dilation. Not only do they not dilate, but they contract when stimulated, preventing blood flow, causing local hypoxia and ischemia, which causes pain."
Qiao Xuejun: "What do you mean by blood vessel cramp?"
Doctor Zheng: "You could say it's an abnormal cramp in the blood vessels caused by the cold and heavy physical work."
Zhao Xian: "How to treat it?"
Doctor Zheng thought for a moment and said, "I'll prescribe some nitroglycerin for her to apply. But her symptoms are only mild and localized. You can skip the medication for now and try taking good care of yourself to see if it recurs."
Zhao Xian: "How to maintain it?"
"Keep warm and don't get cold again. Take some time every day to apply a hot compress for 20 minutes, apply some medicine, and massage for 10 minutes to help soften and dilate the blood vessels. And don't do any heavy physical work," Doctor Zheng said to Qiao Xuejun. "I heard you were helping move planks to build a house?"
Uncle Zhang said, "It's a good thing for young people to be hardworking, but they should also take care of their health. Why are you still working so hard when your hands hurt?"
Qiao Xuejun felt a little guilty: "I didn't do much."
She was anxious because the stable was not built yet, so of course she would go and help when she had nothing to do.
Doctor Zheng glanced at her and said, "Don't do anything from now on. Don't lift heavy objects or touch cold water. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Zhao Xian asked carefully: "How much weight is considered a heavy object?"
Doctor Zheng said, "Don't touch anything weighing more than 10 kilograms."
Qiao Xuejun agreed: "...Okay, I understand. Thank you, Doctor Zheng."
Although I agreed readily, I was still unsure.
Ten pounds? That's too light. Her bag of fertilizer weighs more than ten pounds.
Not to mention the big stable, even in the greenhouse, moving the fertilizers around, applying fertilizers, and spraying pesticides are all physical work, and she can't help but do it.
Touching cold water can be controlled, but for hydroponic cultivation, it is not possible to use tap water by simply turning on the faucet. They have to rely on fetching and transporting water themselves, so it is inevitable that there will be some problems.
Doctor Zheng stood up and said, "Let's go to the pharmacy. I'll give you some nitroglycerin."
Qiao Xuejun got up and followed.
Zhao Xianzai followed Qiao Xuejun closely.
Qiao Xuejun looked at him and said, "Lord, are you going too?"
Zhao Xian reached out and took Qiao Xuejun's hand. He held it in his hand. He lowered his eyes to look at Qiao Xuejun's hand and whispered, "I should have..."
As soon as Qiao Xuejun heard his opening words, she knew what he was going to say. It was nothing more than an apology for what had happened before, saying that he shouldn't have done that.
He had said it before. Today's events should remind him of that.
She interrupted Zhao Xian and held his hand: "Okay, let's not talk about the past. Didn't Doctor Zheng say it's nothing? It's just a minor problem, not a terminal illness that will kill me."
Zhao Xian frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."
Qiao Xuejun looked at him: "Are you still taboo about this?"
Talking about terminal illnesses and the dead all the time is particularly unlucky, and some people would be taboo about it. But people like Zhao Xian usually seem to have no taboos and don't hesitate to kill people or monsters.
I actually talked about this at this time.
Zhao Xian said seriously, "I want you to be well."
"I'm fine." Qiao Xuejun's ears turned red. She looked straight ahead and naturally changed the subject. "You don't work?"
Zhao Xian: "Accompanying the expert to see the doctor."
He paused and asked, "Are there not enough people in the stable?"
Qiao Xuejun: "It's enough, but seeing how busy they are, I always want to lend a hand so that they can finish the project sooner and use it sooner."
Zhao Xian: "Didn't you tell me not to worry about everything and to let go of things when I should? But you can't do that when it comes to yourself?"
Qiao Xuejun was unconvinced: "How can this be the same as yours? I just did what I wanted."
Simply convenient.
Zhao Xian: "I want to assign you another assistant."
Qiao Xuejun: "Assistant?"
Zhao Xian: "Pick one from the patrol team, follow you, and help you with the heavy work."
He gave an example: "Like Dr. An, he has an assistant named Shen Xingtang."
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