Chapter 1837

"Huh?" Zheng Ren looked at linge and asked, "why is she ill again?"

Ringer was relieved to see that Zheng Ren's expression was no different from that of usual. He looked at Su Yun carefully and said, "high fever, hairy glass shadow in the lungs, enlarged lymph nodes and anemia."

“……”

Zheng Ren was speechless.

Director Mao is only a few years old. He is really unlucky. He has encountered so many things.

"In the afternoon, the whole hospital consulted, and the diagnosis was Hemophilus syndrome."

"Did you wear it?" Su Yun asked.

"Yes, yes." Ringer quickly replied.

He sighed that someone should issue a good man card.

It's obviously a competitive relationship, but I'm still worried about whether my old classmates will get cancer. No wonder I took the posture of salted fish and waited for retirement early in the morning.

The heart is not hard enough and the skin is not thick enough. I can't get along.

"Director Lin, you have passed." Su Yun smiled, "there are all confirmed cases of bone puncture. You still look for the boss to see if it's easy to use together."

"No." Ringer smiled bitterly, "what diagnosis do you want to say now? It's not boss Zheng. I'm not at ease."

The flattery was not light or heavy. With his almost perfect body language and facial expression, Su Yun smiled.

In fact, it's ringer's true color. That's what he thinks.

"Is there a film?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I brought my laptop." Ringer said quickly.

"Director Lin, say something straight in the future." Su Yun said, "we're all here. What do you say you're worried about?"

"Well, it looks sneaky. It doesn't look like a good man. GAHA, this is." The professor is obviously a little drunk.

Ringer smiled bitterly and hurriedly turned on his laptop.

"Let's go and have a look. It won't affect everyone's dinner." Zheng Ren stood up, bent over and said to director Kong, "director, you eat first. I'll see the eye film."

"Go, go." The smile on director Kong's face became stronger and stronger.

He sat down on the sofa next to him, put the computer on the tea table, and Zheng Ren began to look at the medical records. Su Yun pushed aside and looked at him.

Director Mao was hospitalized for a few days and his medical record was not long.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren frowned when he looked at the CT image of his lungs.

"Are there hemophiles in the bone?"

"Well, I wore three positions and sent them for examination. The report hasn't come out yet, but it says that a specimen saw Haemophilus cells under the microscope." Ringer replied immediately.

"Oh? What are you thinking?" Su Yun is a little strange. From the medical history, disease evolution and imaging data, it is indeed Hemophilus syndrome. How do you feel that the boss has something to say.

"There's no problem with the diagnosis, but there's something unusual in the film." Zheng Ren pointed his finger, "here, it is suspected that it is pulmonary interstitial change, and the image of pulmonary artery is not right."

Ringer was suddenly worried.

"Boss Zheng, it's not lung cancer."

"No." Zheng Ren stared at the film, motionless, "ground glass degeneration and enlargement of supraclavicular mediastinal lymph nodes are caused by inflammation, not lung cancer."

Ringer was relieved this time.

As long as it's not lung cancer, he doesn't believe there are 912 incurable diseases. Er... Of course, but the probability of being met by Director Mao is completely negligible.

"Do you care about such a little pulmonary interstitial change?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"I don't care, but people in their 40s. They are well maintained. Why are there lung interstitial changes?"

"Haze."

"After the recent governance, the haze in the imperial capital is much better." Zheng Ren said, "and there are images of pulmonary hypertension. Something's wrong."

"You've gone a little too far." Su Yun said, "bone piercing has blood thirsty cells under the microscope. What else do you think? You can't do this if you want to hide from rice."

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head. His eyes were still staring at the screen. He rolled the mouse with his right hand and looked at the imaging data frame by frame.

"Any other questions?" Su Yun nagged.

"Pulmonary hypertension is not a minor disease." Zheng Ren said softly, "congenital heart disease, connective tissue disease, portal hypertension, lung disease, chronic pulmonary embolism, HIV infection, taking weight loss drugs, central appetite inhibitors, family history of idiopathic pulmonary hypertension or hereditary pulmonary hypertension."

He talked one by one and eliminated one by one, as if he were talking to himself.

Just every time I read about a disease, especially HIV, Ringer's eyelids jump badly.

His right eyelid jumped, and Lin Ge sighed. His right eye jumped... But he and Director Mao were classmates. It didn't matter, and he couldn't jump on his head.

"None." Zheng Ren said, "Su Yun, don't you think it's strange?"

"It's a little strange." Su Yun said, "but it's not a big problem. I think the right heart is OK. It's not right heart failure."

"But it's not light."

"Four types, targeted drug therapy, nothing." Su Yun said so, but his eyes were staring at the film.

"Boss Zheng, why is there pulmonary hypertension again?" Asked ringer.

"Oh, it's written in the report, but it's not very heavy, so the respiratory department didn't pay attention to it." Zheng Ren said: "looking at the film, the transverse diameter of the right lower pulmonary artery is ≥ 15mm, the protrusion of the pulmonary artery segment is ≥ 3mm, the expansion of the central pulmonary artery and the loss of peripheral pulmonary vessels form the" residual root sign ", the expansion of the right atrium and right ventricle and the increase of the cardiothoracic ratio are the diagnostic basis."

Ringer is very upset. The more he sees a doctor, the more he sees a doctor. Who can stand it.

"I'm just curious. It is said that Director Mao has no family history and past history. Usually... Does she climb the mountain?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

"..." ringer was speechless.

I don't know where she's going. Ringer's sick.

"Director Lin, you're a good man. It's really tough." Su Yun smiled, "just now when I saw the boss talking about HIV, your face changed. You thought you had something to do."

"Where there is, where there is." Ringer quickly waved his hand, "old classmate, I'm sick one after another. I'm not feeling well."

"I know, I know, don't explain." Su Yun said with a smile, "explanation is a cover up, and cover up is really something."

"Director Lin, let's ask about the medical history." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"Ask history?"

"There must be a missing medical history." Zheng Ren looked very serious and frank. "At least we should solve the problem of pulmonary hypertension, otherwise the prognosis is not good."

"I haven't finished eating yet." Su Yun said bitterly, "don't see a doctor when you eat in the future."

"You eat your food. Director Lin and I can have a look." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Don't be bullshit. Do I have to wait for you to come back and tell me how pulmonary hypertension comes from?" Su Yun said contemptuously, "let's go. Director, we have something to do. Let's go to the hospital."