Without wasting words, Li Chu asked directly, "Has this ever happened to the child before?"
The child's mother, with tears in her eyes, kept looking at her child on the hospital bed. When she heard Li Chu's question, she shook her head and said, "No, I've never seen him like this before."
"Does anyone in your family have this disease? Whether it's your maternal side or your husband's side?"
The child's mother thought for a moment before saying, "No one in my family has this disease, and I've never heard of anyone on his father's side having it. Doctor, why did my child suddenly get epilepsy?"
Li Chu did not answer her question. After the child on the hospital bed calmed down, he stepped forward to take the child's pulse. After taking the pulse of both hands, he asked, "Where is the child's father?"
"He's at work. Our neighbor has already gone to call him, and he should be here soon."
Li Chu nodded, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and handed them to an intern next to him: "Go to the first consultation room of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and get my acupuncture needles from the military green satchel hanging on the wall."
Then he walked up to Director Chen and said, “Director Chen, I suspect that this child has a congenital condition, and something may have frightened the child in the past two days, which triggered the epilepsy.”
At this moment, the child's mother interjected, "Yes, yes, doctor. Yesterday afternoon, when my child was playing outside in our yard, he was eating a steamed bun when suddenly a stray cat rushed over, jumped up, and snatched the bun from his hand. My son was so frightened that he sat on the ground and couldn't speak for a long time."
Everyone in the ward, including Director Chen, looked at Li Chu with great astonishment.
Director Chen had previously seen a traditional Chinese medicine doctor treat ram's horns, which is why he just asked to call Li Chu over.
However, he did not expect that so much information could be gleaned simply from the pulse.
The intern who went to get acupuncture needles for Li Chu ran back, followed by a man in his thirties.
Upon seeing this man, the child's mother immediately went over, grabbed his arm, and burst into tears. He appeared to be the child's father.
"What happened, Xiaofen? What's wrong with our son?" The child's father asked anxiously, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Deputy Director Wang spoke up from the side, saying, "Comrade, your child has epilepsy. Think back, has anyone in your family ever had this disease?"
Upon hearing the question, the child's father immediately calmed down and stammered, "My...my father died of epilepsy."
The child's father's words relieved Li Chu. What he was most worried about was that the disease was acquired later in life. It would be better if it was congenital, as it could be controlled by drinking Chinese medicine.
Li Chu didn't say anything, but took out two needles from his needle case, had the nurse disinfect them, and then went over and gave the child two injections in the head.
Within minutes of receiving the acupuncture, the child, who was still unconscious, showed signs of relief.
Li Chu wrote another prescription and gave it to the child's father, instructing him: "This medicine only needs to be taken once a day. If the child has a relapse after returning home, remember not to touch him, just put a towel in his mouth."
"Doctor, how long do I need to take this medicine?"
"Keep drinking it. If that was his last episode, then continue drinking for three more years. If he has another episode after going back, then start counting from that time. Do you understand what I mean?"
After hearing Li Chu's words, the child's father nodded blankly.
Such a long medical prescription is truly rare.
It's rare for them to see this, and even Li Chu himself was giving such a medical order for the first time. But there was no other way; the child had a congenital condition, and they could only rely on medication to keep him alive.
After prescribing the medication, Li Chu removed the needle. The internal medicine nurses then arranged for the child's father to complete the hospitalization procedures, as the child would need to remain hospitalized for a few more days for observation.
Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Yan Bugui and the other teachers from the school prepared to leave.
Li Chu also greeted Director Chen and Deputy Director Wang, preparing to see Yan Bugui and the others off.
"Xiao Li, don't leave yet. We've admitted a few more patients with kidney failure. Could you help take a look at them?"
After escorting Yan Bugui to the ward door, they chatted casually for a few minutes without saying much. Yan Bugui knew that Li Chu had other things to do, so he said goodbye.
After they all left, Li Chu followed Director Chen to another ward to see the newly admitted patients with kidney failure.
After the director and the others left, one of the interns who had just arrived at the hospital asked his supervising teacher, "Teacher, who is that Dr. Li from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department? He looks about the same age as us, how come his medical skills are so amazing?"
It's true, Li Chu is almost thirty, but his appearance has hardly changed in the past few years, and he still looks like he's twenty-two or twenty-three.
Ding Qiunan is the same. Since marrying Li Chu, her appearance hasn't changed much. She's given birth to twins and her figure has returned to what it was when she was a girl. You can't tell at all that she's a mother.
The intern, who was addressed as "teacher" by the intern, was writing the child's medical record. The requirements for writing medical records are much stricter now than before.
Hearing the intern's words, he stopped writing, looked up at the interns beside him, smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Dr. Li just because he's not old, not even thirty yet. He's already an expert in our hospital, and his medical skills are the kind that come from a master."
Now, it's not just our hospital; other hospitals in Beijing often send cars to invite people for consultations. Few of our hospital's department heads receive this kind of treatment.
"You lot should focus on your studies. Although Dr. Li is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, through self-study, his understanding of Western medicine is no less than that of you university students."
After saying that, he continued writing the medical record, cursing inwardly as he wrote. He wondered which bastard came up with this standardized medical record writing system; it was too torturous.
He didn't know that the bastard he was cursing was the same Dr. Li from earlier.
There are countless doctors across the country cursing Li Chu right now. Luckily, none of them know who came up with this idea, otherwise, not to mention doctors from other hospitals, even the doctors in their own hospital could drown him in their spittle.
The supervising teacher's words made the interns exchange bewildered glances. "Is this even fair?" they thought. "Geniuses are the most annoying thing. What's even more annoying is someone who is a genius and works harder than you. It's like they're leaving no way for ordinary people to survive."
You're a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, why don't you properly study your own TCM and instead learn Western medicine on your own? You're not even worse than those of us who are professionals. How can this be tolerated?
Chapter 172 Hesitation
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