"Drinking less, drinking too much will hurt your body." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Uh..." The man forgot to cry and looked at Zheng Ren blankly.

"Which hospital was your elderly man in hospitalized for treatment? What disease was he diagnosed in the end?" Zheng Ren asked again.

Although the big pig's hooves are strong, they cannot give him the ability to view the system panel from a distance, and they cannot see the patient's situation through the patient's family.

The key information Zheng Ren received was that the patient was old, and if that was the case, he would have no choice.

Just like Mr. Cui, all kinds of organs have aging, and they cannot be diagnosed or treated by doctors. This is a natural law and no one can do anything about it.

"Great joy and sorrow, coupled with drinking, it will cause great damage to the body." Zheng Ren squatted beside the man and said with a smile: "How the doctor diagnoses it, tell me, maybe there is a way."

"Who are you……"

"I am also a doctor. I meet by chance. If you meet, it's fate. Ask me casually." Zheng Ren smiled, "Just talk. You can't understand if you talk to others."

The man sighed and said, "I am from another place, my father's illness..."

As he said that, he was stunned for a moment.

Zheng Ren knew that many patients' families could not speak very professional medical vocabulary. If the doctor explained the condition, they could understand how serious the situation was. If you really wanted to talk about what it was, the possibility was not very high.

The man in front of me probably couldn't remember the specific disease name.

"Brain, heart, liver, kidney?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Heart." said the man, "When I was a child, my father had a problem with breathlessness. He thought it was because of his lung problems, so he didn't take it seriously. Just take it for a break."

"What other questions are there?"

"Uh... the lower limbs will swollen. When I was a child, his legs were not very swollen. Every day my dad came back from the ground, he would lie on the kang and put his legs on the quilt pile. Anyway, it wouldn't be delayed. It would be fine after a while, no one cared."

Shortness of breath and edema of both lower limbs, and it started to develop when I was young. This disease lasted quite a long time. Zheng Ren felt it was a bit difficult. After all, the course of the disease was long, so the patient's heart was probably no room for treatment.

In addition, Zheng Ren has a glimmer of hope, because he is sick rather than really getting old, so he can give it a try.

"Zheng Ren, Heizi is so greedy. Can you give it some drink?" Xie Yiren asked in a low voice.

"Oh, boss lady, come a bottle of two and a half taels of wine." Zheng Ren and the boss lady said.

"Okay." The boss lady looked suspiciously at Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren, Heizi, behind him, turned around and took a bottle of wine and asked, "Do you want some side dishes?"

"What kind of meat is it, okay?" Zheng Ren said, looking back at Heizi.

Heizi had saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the silk was pulled out, which was three or five centimeters long.

Alas, Heizi was taught to Su Yun.

It’s no problem to drink less, Zheng Ren comforted himself. The man felt absurd when he saw two strange young men and women in front of him and a black disabled dog.

When the meat was brought over, Zheng Ren gave the man a half-point and smiled and said, "Eat something before drinking, drinking alcohol with empty mouth is too harmful to the body."

"Oh, oh." The man was shocked to see Xie Yiren looking for a disposable bowl and giving Heizi half a bottle of wine. Heizi stuck out his tongue and licked the wine into his mouth, and the speed was so fast.

What do they do? They are really doctors? The man is a little dazed.

"What happened later? Your old man is getting older, are his symptoms worse?" Zheng Ren continued to ask.

"Well, I started out and felt uncomfortable when I got home after working for a day. Later, as long as I exercised for a little, I felt short of breath. I didn't have much strength in my body, and I would wake up in the middle of the night and sweat a lot." The man said.

"What happened later?"

"We have an old Chinese doctor who came from the south back then. He said that it was very heavy for my father to take the pulse. But in small places, many medicines were not complete. He asked us to come to the imperial capital to hurry up and see the doctor." The man said and sighed.

He broke open the convenient chopsticks, and was not polite. He ate two bites of meat and took another sip of wine.

"What do you say about the old Chinese doctor?"

"It's said it was a leaky vein, it seems that it's this, I can remember it."

Zheng Ren still knew that the veins are also called the veins. When he was in school, he had half a semester of Chinese medicine elective courses. Many of the patients who were suffering from the veins were found in the rapidly changing and critical illness.

In Western medicine, it is called alternating pulse, which refers to a pathological phenomenon in which the pulse rhythm is normal and the pulse strength is alternately strong and weak, which is obvious when sitting.

Alternating pulses or leaky pulses are related to the alternating strength of the ventricle, which often indicates left heart insufficiency. The occurrence of alternating pulses indicates myocardial injury and failure, which is a strong evidence of hidden heart failure.

Heart failure, which is consistent with the previous symptoms of shortness of breath and fatigue. Zheng Ren gradually figured out the patient's condition as if he was doing a puzzle.

"That's very serious. Have you ever come to the imperial capital for treatment?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No." The man said sadly, "I am still young, my brothers in my family have three. My father said he would save some money to give us a wife and he didn't have the money to see a doctor. He was so anxious that he even said he wanted to die by himself."

"..." Zheng Ren sighed.

"Isn't this because he is old? I have the final say at home and bring him to the imperial capital. Just like that, he cursed all the way, saying that I was a loser. I am over 70 years old, and I will die if I die. What's the money? Doctor, do you think, can I not spend it? If I can cure it, I have to cure it by digging a house and selling land."

“Where did you see it?”

"Fuwai, registration is always troublesome." The man took another sip of wine and treated the full pile of cubes as a dish for wine. "The doctor said that now he could only change his mind, and there was no other good way."

"So heavy." Zheng Ren frowned, "Is there any movie?"

"Yes, it's in the hospital." The man said distressedly: "My father said he would not take medicine no matter what. When he was hanging water, he would unplug the tube himself. You said...ah..."

He sighed.

"What are you going to do?"

"I asked the doctor and said that I had to wait for a donor if I had a few hundred thousand experiences. I had to wait for a donor. This was not a frustration. I ran out to drink a drink and chatted with me." The man looked at Zheng Ren and his mood had improved a little, "Little brother... doctor, thank you."

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren smiled.

"I feel less aggrieved when I say it." The man wiped his tears randomly, but he couldn't wipe them clean no matter how hard he wiped them.

"What's next?" Zheng Ren asked.

"There is no way. The doctor said that the same operation can be performed, but the mortality rate is too high, so it is not recommended. I went back and discussed with my family and took it back and waited for my father. What else can I do?"

As he said that, his tears flowed down again.

Hearing the doctor in Fuwai said that surgery could still be done, he felt aroused. If surgery could still be done... Zheng Ren had already made a preliminary judgment on the patient's condition.
Chapter completed!