"Doctor, is Dr. Fang?" a tall man asked politely.

Judging from the accent, I should be from the nearby suburbs.

He is tall, with a hunchbacked waist, a face full of wind and frost, and a face full of dust.

"We don't have a doctor named Fang here." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Both men were confused.

They were a little timid, especially when facing doctors in white coats, which was even more obvious, and they were not even speaking properly.

Perhaps in their eyes, the doctor in a white coat is not an angel, and they are not familiar with the kind of foreign things.

All doctors are powerful figures who can decide whether people can stay in the world or go to the underworld, so under this simple idea, they naturally have a fear of doctors.

Perhaps, it is more accurate to describe it as awe.

Seeing that their lips were shaking slightly but couldn't say a word, Zheng Ren's face immediately showed a gentle smile, "Come in and say, don't be polite. Who asked you to come?"

Two men followed Zheng Ren into the office.

The office with bright windows and clean windows made them even more cramped, for fear of messing up the place and dirty it.

Zheng Ren asked again, and the tall man said: "It was Dr. Zhou from the orthopedics who asked us to come, saying that he wanted to find Dr. Fang when he was in the doctor."

The answer was messy, and Zheng Ren still didn't get any clues. However, Dr. Zhou from Orthopedics...

Zheng Ren picked up the phone and dialed it out.

"Brother Zhou, I am Zheng Ren."

"Yes, the two patients said they were coming to see Dr. Fang."

"Oh, I understand. What disease?"

After a few simple words of exchange, Zheng Ren put down the phone and was amused and crying.

It turned out that Dr. Zhou asked them to come to find Zheng Ren. Perhaps because of nervousness, they understood Dr. Zheng as Dr. Fang.

Zheng Ren complained in his heart, can the two words "zheng square be used in exchange?"

However, when patients arrive at the hospital, they are usually very nervous, nervous about their physical illnesses and awe of the hospital.

So it is common to hear wrong words and remember wrong things, and it is no big deal.

"Sit down, Dr. Zhou asked you to come to me. My surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Ren." Zheng Ren tried to continue to calm the tension between the two with a gentle smile, but the effect... was still not obvious.

"I heard from Dr. Zhou that it was a sterile necrosis of the femoral head in the first phase? Who is the patient?" Zheng Ren straight to the point.

"Me." Another shorter man said, "I felt my hip pain when I started to feel my hip pain. It would be fine if I didn't move, but it hurts even more when I move, and it hurts so hard that I feel heartbroken."

"Is there a movie?" Zheng Ren had known the patient's condition on the system panel in the upper right corner of the field of view, but he still had to watch the movie. He still had to ask the patient. This is a hospital, and Zheng Ren didn't want to give people the feeling of a witch doctor.

"Yes, yes." The tall man took out a roll of plastic bags, opened them, carefully took out a few pieces of film from it.

It is preserved again, and Zheng Ren is more or less helpless.

It is best to store the film in a cool place and store it flat.

It is easy to roll it into a roll like this, but it is very difficult to plug it into a movie reader to watch the movie.

Zheng Ren didn't tell these two brothers about this. He was very nervous. If he still said that they had done something wrong, he would probably be difficult to ask about the subsequent medical history.

"Has it hurt before?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No, it started with cat winter."

Maodong is an old saying in Northeast China. It is too cold outside in winter and can only be "cat" at home, so it is called Maodong.

After watching the film Zheng Ren, he had a little understanding of orthopedic magnetic field, but he didn't know much, so he could only read a rough look.

There are signs of sterile necrosis of the femoral head, but not serious.

Mr. Zhou from orthopedics said that this first-stage sterile necrosis of the femoral head does not require surgery. If the hip joint is replaced, it is the cost too high and the patient cannot bear it. Second, it is not necessary. He just came back from his studies, and the hospitals in the imperial capital use intervention to treat it.

Because Zheng Ren had two interventional hemostatic treatments for pelvic fractures, he had an impression of Zheng Ren.

If there is no need to deal with the relevant patients, they sent them over for Zheng Ren to consult.

"Have you suffered an injury?"

"No."

"Do you have the habit of standing with your left leg with one leg?"

"No."

"So what medicine have you taken?"

"No."

"No, brother, during the busy farming season, didn't you take Xiaobai pills?" The tall man corrected immediately.

Xiaobai pills? Zheng Ren had the answer soon.

"Yes, but what does that little pill have to do with leg pain?" said the short man.

"Is it dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.

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Both men were confused, and... what stuffed... what kind of ashson, what the hell was that?

"Do you still have Xiaobai pills at home?" Zheng Ren asked.

Seeing Zheng Ren's serious expression, the two of them were a little scared and their hands began to tremble involuntarily. Could it be that the little white pill is what poison?

Zheng Ren immediately woke up. He was too anxious, and this would cause them a lot of psychological pressure.

After calming down for a moment, Zheng Ren pretended to be indifferent and sat down. While turning on the workstation on the computer, he said, "It's okay, a little problem. Call home and ask what medicine Xiaobai pills are."

"Hey." The tall man really relaxed a little, picked up his cell phone and started calling home.

A few minutes later, he looked at Zheng Ren with admiration.

"Doctor Zheng, you are really a miracle doctor. Xiaobai pills are dexamethasone."

Zheng Ren was not happy with a genius doctor's praise, but more of a helpless mood.

"What are you doing for dexamethasone?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I was very tired every day during the busy farming season. I heard from the same village that after taking the field... Xiaobai pills will not be tired." The short man replied nervously: "It works very well after taking it, and I am very energetic. I am very energetic when I work the next day."

Zheng Ren nodded and thought about the treatment plan.

Seeing that Zheng Ren didn't speak, the short man asked nervously: "Doctor Zheng, it's not a terminal illness, is it bone cancer? I will not be cured if it is bone cancer."

"No, I can't die." Zheng Ren's answer was straightforward, direct, and even a little rude.

But at this time, this kind of answer can bring full confidence to the patient.

When he heard that it was not bone cancer, the short man immediately relaxed his expression.

"The quack doctor in the village told me that I had bone cancer and I would die when I go back." He and the tall man joked with a smile and were in a good mood.

"It's not bone cancer, but it's also very troublesome." Zheng Ren said: "It's sterile necrosis of the femoral head."

"What is a thigh... What's the death of a femoral head?"

"It's just that your hips and bones are ischemia, and there are many blood vessels blocked. It's like farming. If you don't water it, can the field grow?" Zheng Ren explained in as simple as possible.

The short man understood now.

"To treat, first of all, that kind of small white pill cannot be taken." Zheng Ren said affirmatively: "Then surgery is needed."
Chapter completed!