American drama life begins with Dr. House

Shivering!

When will young doctors stand up?

When will intern doctors not be discriminated against?

Du Wei stood up and wanted to ask his mother, who didn't believe the doctor's diagnosis, to go out.

But when he saw the child who didn't understand anything and looked at him blankly, Du Wei calmed down instantly.

Suppose a child's life is in danger because his mother refuses to use an aerosol inhaler.

So if he can successfully persuade his mother to change her mind, will it be considered as saving someone else's life and extending his own life?

Du Wei sat back on his chair and decided to use some professional knowledge to try again:

"Ma'am, do you know what asthma is? Or do you know but don't care?

Do you know that your current behavior is gambling with your child's life?

Listen up!

When the cells in your child's trachea are stimulated, they secrete special substances that cause the trachea to become inflamed and constricted.

At the same time, mucus secretion increases and the cell layer begins to fall off, thus causing tracheal inflammation.

But steroids can stop the inflammatory response.

If you don't stop this reaction, your son will suffocate to death sooner or later, am I clear enough!"

The boy's mother was stunned by what Du Wei said in one breath.

Although she didn't understand anything, she felt greatly shocked.

Du Wei's confident and professional speech in front of her made her feel that the image of the young doctor in front of her suddenly became taller.

She who had been threatening loudly just now suddenly became submissive:

"Dr. Du...Dr. Du Wei, is there really no other way?"

Seeing his mother's transformation in front of him, Du Wei secretly thought to himself that he still had to use his aura to suppress her.

Only with enough confidence can patients believe in their own diagnosis.

Using a consultative tone will only make people feel weak and ignorant, making them doubt the results of the diagnosis.

With experience, Du Wei used unquestionable affirmative sentences when he spoke again.

"Believe me, there is no other way to treat asthma better!

Steroid aerosol inhalers are currently recognized as the best way to treat asthma!

If you want your son to grow up healthily, you must start using an aerosol inhaler from now on!

Otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life!

Even if Dr. House were here, he would make the same diagnosis as me!"

Hearing Du Wei's decisive words, there was obvious hesitation on the mother's face:

"Is there really no other way?"

Du Wei pointed directly at the door:

"If you don't trust your doctor's diagnosis, you don't trust the safety of steroid aerosol inhalers.

Then please get out of here!

Leave your time to other people who need help more, thank you!"

Faced with Du Wei's ultimatum, her mother finally backed down.

She no longer yelled about complaining to Duwei, or said she would wait for House to come back for diagnosis.

She held her son's hand and obediently took Duwei's diagnostic formula to the pharmacy to get medicine.

However, the life reward Du Wei guessed did not arrive.

It seems to be because the boy's symptoms were not serious at this time.

It seems that it is difficult to obtain life rewards through outpatient services.

After all, when there are real signs of death, emergency care is the first choice, not specialist clinics that require long queues.

Du Wei glanced at his watch. It took him thirty seconds to diagnose the disease and nearly thirty minutes to persuade his mother to take the medicine.

It's exactly what House said.

Even with modern medicine so advanced, there are still many people who don't trust doctors.

Doctors can take far longer to explain why they do what they do than they do to diagnose.

This also results in the situation where the next person in the clinic sometimes has to wait in line for a long time.

Just when Du Wei was thinking this.

House cursed and opened the door and walked in, indicating that Duwei's outpatient experience card had expired.

Du Wei, who thought he would sit until four o'clock after get off work, asked with some confusion:

"What's wrong?"

House snorted:

"Hmph, that guy Cady threatened me that if I let you sit alone for a consultation again, my authority in the hospital would be revoked.

Damn it, she is kidding with the patient’s life!”

After House cursed a few words angrily, he walked over to Duwei as if he suddenly remembered something, and picked up the outpatient records that had just been recorded.

He looked at it very carefully, trying to find where Du Wei had omitted.

This will make Du Wei less proud.

But no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing wrong with the outpatient records.

Except time.

House raised his eyes and glanced at Du Wei who was indifferent, and then said:

"Asthma? Isn't it easy to judge the symptoms?

Why did it take so long? Then the mother doesn’t agree, right?

You still have too little experience. You should practice more when you have the opportunity to sit in clinics in the future.

Next time you encounter this situation, tell her directly. If she doesn't listen to the doctor, don't come to the hospital. Just go to the coffin shop to prepare a coffin.

Okay, I'll let you know about the next diagnostic meeting.

Now, go to the pharmacy and get the albendazole prepared for Rebecca."

House closed the outpatient record book and pointed at the door with his crutch, indicating that Duwei could leave.

Duwei shrugged and was noncommittal about House's suggestion.

If he directly told the patient to go out and buy a coffin, he might even have his legs discounted and become the next House.

If the patient had been more ruthless, Du Wei might have been shot dead while walking on the street after get off work.

In a world where gunfights happen every day, this is very likely to happen.

Brain cancer is not the only thing threatening Du Wei's life.

After taking the medicine, Duwei came to Rebecca's ward with the X-ray film.

At this time, Rebecca stared at the ceiling blankly, not caring at all about the results of the x-ray.

Du Wei was very familiar with this state.

He used to be like this, he was in a state of waiting to die.

It's just that Rebecca is much luckier than him, she has the cure.

Duwei coughed twice to attract Rebecca's attention.

He hung the X-ray film on the board, turned on the light, pointed at the white spots on the X-ray film that looked like bullet shells and said:

"Rebecca, the results are out. Look here, this is a larvae, a tapeworm larvae."

Hearing Du Wei's cough, Rebecca's eyes finally focused on Du Wei.

After seeing the white dot, Rebecca seemed to have a little hope in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She was afraid that her hope would disappear again.

Seeing Rebecca's silence, Duwei continued:

"This is the proof you want, that you have larvae in your thigh.

So there must be more larvae in your body, including your brain.

And it's probably been living there for six years."

Rebecca's face moved slightly:

"Really?"

Duwei smiled, turned around, poured a glass of water for Rebecca, and handed over two pills:

"Of course, this is albendazole. Take two tablets after meals every day and you will feel better after a month."

"Just two pills?"

Rebecca's eyes were full of disbelief, compared to the pain she had suffered from various previous treatments.

It is incredible that two pills can cure her disease.

She had reason to suspect that the intern doctor Du Wei in front of her was lying to her.

Thinking of this possibility, the hope in Rebecca's eyes was extinguished again. She pushed away the medicine Du Wei handed her and said with a wry smile:

"I understand you may have good intentions, but the last thing I need now is other people's comfort. Just let me die quietly like this."