After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Yu Zhiming noticed that there was a hideous scar on the left side of the boy's neck.
There is also a small scar on the right side of the boy's neck.
It turned out to be a penetrating wound to the neck!
The middle-aged man noticed Yu Zhiming's gaze, put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and continued the introduction.
"In that accident, four steel bars were stuck in my son's neck, two of which penetrated through."
The middle-aged man showed a lingering fear on his face and said, "At first, I was terrified and desperate, thinking that I would lose my son completely. Fortunately, the steel bar did not injure the carotid artery or cervical vertebrae, and my son survived after rescue."
"However, the accident damaged his throat, vocal cords, trachea, esophagus and other organs and tissues."
"Since recovering from his injury, my son has not spoken a word until now."
Yu Zhiming uttered a soft "oh" and noticed that the boy had kept his head down. He asked, "Did it affect your eating?"
The middle-aged man replied, "Eating and drinking had some effects at first, but after fully recovering, everything was almost the same as usual."
He added, "Over the past few months, I've taken my son to see several medical specialists, who said there's a high probability that the nerves that control speech are damaged. I've also taken my son to psychological counseling for post-traumatic stress reactions."
"I've been through a lot of treatments and taken a lot of medicine, but there's been no effect."
The middle-aged man pleaded, "Doctor Yu, please look..."
Yu Zhiming sighed softly and said, "Let me check it first."
Accompanied by Zhang Hai and the young nurse Kong Jiaojiao, he returned to the soundproof examination room.
Yu Zhiming put on medical gloves again and placed his hands on the boy's neck.
"Say… 'Ah'…"
The middle-aged man who came in with him interrupted and said, "Doctor Yu, my son can't even utter the simplest 'ah'."
So serious?!
Yu Zhiming then reminded him, "Even if you can't pronounce 'ah', you must still try to pronounce it. I want to find out where the problem lies."
After a pause, he said to the boy who half lowered his head: "Come on, try your best..."
"ah……"
Under Yu Zhiming's guidance, the boy finally opened his mouth.
The next moment, Yu Zhiming felt a stream of air rushing out of the boy's mouth.
Sure enough, no sound was made.
However, the turbulence of the airflow allowed Yu Zhiming to have a clear sense of the boy's throat.
It can be described as being covered with scars.
Not only that, the boy's vocal cords, trachea, esophagus and other parts showed obvious signs of deformation from surgical repairs.
Just from the healed scars and tissue deformation caused by suture traction, Yu Zhiming could imagine the severity and complexity of the injury.
Yu Zhiming frowned, withdrew his hand from the boy's neck, looked at the middle-aged man beside him, and said, "I need to do some detailed examinations on your son. It's not convenient for you to stay here, so you need to step aside."
The middle-aged man did not question it and left the examination room without hesitation.
After the door of the examination room was closed, Yu Zhiming looked at the young man in front of him, whose head was still half lowered, and said slowly: "Let me explain to you first, how our voices are produced."
After a pause, he whispered, "The human voice is produced by airflow from the lungs hitting the vocal cords in the throat, causing them to vibrate. This is then resonated and regulated by the pharynx, oral cavity, nasal cavity, and sinuses, ultimately forming various sounds."
Yu Zhiming further explained: "As for why we ask you to say 'ah', it's because pronouncing 'ah' is very simple."
"First, the lungs generate airflow when you breathe, and then the vocal cords contract and open. The airflow flows through the gap between the vocal cords called the glottis, causing the vocal cords to vibrate, producing the original sound 'ah'."
"This process uses about forty muscles."
Yu Zhiming paused for a moment and said, "You were just breathing out air, so you didn't use more than twenty muscles."
"So, you are able to make a sound, but you just don't want to make a sound."
When Yu Zhiming said this, he saw the young man finally looked up and met his gaze.
Yu Zhiming looked at the boy with interest and said with a smile, "The fact that you can eat smoothly means that the swallowing function in your throat is normal. The swallowing muscles and speech muscles are mostly shared."
"But this time when I asked you to say 'ah', you didn't use the muscles in your throat, so I knew you were faking it."
Seeing the young man's tight mouth and an expression that said "I don't believe you", Yu Zhiming smiled again.
"Of course, your father and family may believe you more than my diagnosis."
Yu Zhiming smiled faintly and said, "But you must know that people talk in their sleep, right?"
Having said that, Yu Zhiming noticed the boy's expression, and he finally showed some panic.
He continued, "You may have seen or heard about my abilities online."
"I put you into a coma and stimulated your brain, so that you can make some simple sounds in your sleep. It's not difficult."
"When that time comes, will your father believe me? Or you?"
Yu Zhiming persuaded him again, "If you confess now, I can still help you cover up a little. Otherwise, you will have to face the sadness of your parents and family, as well as their suspicions."
"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."
Yu Zhiming didn't give the boy time to think and immediately began to count down, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
"Doctor Yu..."
The boy finally spoke, but his voice sounded like sandpaper rubbed and then stirred randomly.
The sound was harsh and a little vague. Yu Zhiming felt like he was being punished and subconsciously wanted to stay away from the other person.
He resisted the urge to flee and interrupted, asking, "Are you pretending to be unable to speak because your voice is too unpleasant?"
The boy nodded and shook his head.
"The sound is too unpleasant, that's just one reason."
The boy explained, "My parents are busy with work, and their concern for me is to urge me to study hard and get first place in the class."
"This serious injury gave me a rare glimpse into the care and concern my parents have for me and their son, and I don't want to lose that."
"Also, they no longer pushed me to study hard. They only wanted me to recover my voice."
"I don't want to go back to the days when they urged me to study all day and harshly criticized me for the slightest setback."
After hearing this, Yu Zhiming basically understood it.
This was a child who lacked care and was under great pressure. In addition, the sound he made due to the injury was too unpleasant, which made him feel inferior, so he simply pretended to be mute.
A problem boy.
Yu Zhiming muttered to himself, looked at the boy, and asked, "Did you confess directly to your father?"
"Or should I help you cover it up?"
The boy bit his lip and said, "Please help me. I don't want to see my parents' disappointed eyes."
Yu Zhiming nodded gently and said, "In that case, I will take the credit for restoring your voice."
The boy bit his lip again and asked, "Doctor Yu, you are a medical genius. Can you make my voice sound better?"
this……
Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "I'm an internist. To correct your voice, I need a vocal surgeon..."
Having said this, he suddenly stopped.
For the recovery of complex physical injuries, Yu Zhiming is responsible for the detection and drawing of the wound, while several surgical experts are responsible for performing the operation.
This method might be a good way to restore the boy's voice. He clearly identified the injuries to the boy's vocal cords, throat, and other parts that needed repair, and a surgical expert in this field performed the specific surgical restoration work.
Yu Zhiming met the young man's expectant gaze and said, "You can give it a try, but I can't guarantee the results."
The boy's eyes sparkled as he said, "As long as we try, there's hope. Even if the result is bad, the worst that can happen is that I become mute."
"Honestly, such an unpleasant voice makes me feel sick just by listening to it. I'd rather be mute..."
A few minutes later, Yu Zhiming and the boy walked out of the examination room.
The middle-aged man waiting in the corridor came over and asked nervously, "Doctor Yu, have you found anything?"
Yu Zhiming said in a deep voice, "I have made some discoveries. I found that your son's recurrent laryngeal nerve was compressed."
"As to whether the compression affected pronunciation, it's hard to say. However, I've already contacted Dr. Wang Wu, the director of our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and our chief Chinese medicine practitioner."
"He'll give your son an acupuncture treatment."
"You guys should hurry over now..."
Yu Zhiming sent the father and son away, and spent more than half an hour auscultating and identifying the main abdominal arteries for Zhou Luo, Shen Qi and others. He then performed a local physical examination on the conjoined twins before leaving Huashan Hospital in a car.
On the way home, Yu Zhiming received a call from Wang Wu.
"Doctor Yu, I put a lot of effort into giving that child acupuncture to make the performance complete and convincing."
Wang Wu sighed again during the call, "However, this child's voice is a bit too unpleasant."
"It's really better to be a quiet and beautiful boy."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "The problem is that voice plays a very important role in information transmission and interpersonal communication today."
Wang Wu added, "The child's father even asked me expectantly if the child's voice would gradually improve."
"I could only tell him that unless it was corrected surgically, there was little chance of significant improvement."
After a pause, Wang Wu turned and said, "Doctor Yu, you are Shui Su's brother now. You must come to our house to get to know us."
"What time is more convenient for you?"
Yu Zhiming thought for a moment and said, "Doctor Wang, I'm very busy lately and can't get away."
"After one or two weeks, I'll find a suitable time and come visit with Qing Ning."
Wang Wu replied, "Okay, I'll prepare the bed for you then."
Yu Zhiming couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Wang, what about the Chu and Xia families' collaboration on the Ginseng Huitian Pill?"
Wang Wu laughed on the other end of the call and said, "You don't have to worry too much about this."
"All I can tell you now is that in the end, we won't be the ones to suffer..."
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