C8 (1/2)
In the train's infirmary.
Dr Chen, although the medical supplies are not complete, there are some emergency medicine. If you need anything, feel free to ask our medical personnel. Zeng Ming said.
”I see. ”Now, I want to begin the treatment of the patient. Other than the family members, everyone else is welcome to leave.” Chen Mo looked at Zeng Ming and the others, and spoke unrestrainedly.
”Yes, yes, yes. We will leave now.”
Zeng Ming was not angry, and simply nodded, then pulled the few medical personnel out of the infirmary.
”Sir, madam, how should I address you?” After Zeng Ming and the rest left, Chen Mo asked.
”My name is An Donghu, this is my wife, Liu Huilan. The one lying on the sickbed is our daughter, An Qingya.” An Donghu introduced.
”Mr. An, how do you do, Madam Liu? My name is Chen Mo.”
”Dr Chen, you must save my daughter!” Liu Huilan grabbed Chen Mo's arm, and her emotions went out of control.
”I will do my best. Now let me take a look at your daughter's condition. ”
Chen Mo replied as he walked to the side of the sickbed and checked An Qingya's pulse.
After a long while, he retracted his hand and asked, ”How long has she been suffering from this disease?”
”The first attack was in April of last year. It was one year and four months.” An Donghu remembered it clearly.
Chen Mo asked again: ”Is there a pattern to the duration of the attack, how many times has it been activated so far?”
Sometimes it's a few days apart, sometimes it's more than a month apart, sometimes it happens only once every few months. Liu Huilan thought for a while, then took out a small notebook from her handbag, and said: ”In the span of one year and four months, including this time today, I have done this a total of eight times.
Chen Mo nodded his head. Suddenly, he reached out and pressed down on An Qingya's chest a few times.
An Donghu and Liu Huilan were shocked by his sudden action.
”Dr Chen, what are you doing?”
”Cough cough, cough cough!”
Under this pressure, An Qingya coughed twice and slowly opened her eyes.
When she finally regained consciousness, Chen Mo moved his hand away and explained, ”It's not that she has epilepsy, but that his heart has a problem.”
”Is there a problem with the heart?”
An Donghu had a face of doubt: ”When we entered the hospital, Ya had already done a full body check-up. He checked through all kinds of organs, but didn't find anything wrong with the heart!”
”That's right. During this period of time, we brought Ya and transferred him to another hospital several times. Every time we were in the hospital, we made a detailed examination. Liu Huilan interjected.
As she spoke, she took out a stack of test reports from her handbag and handed them over to Chen Mo.
Receiving the report, Chen Mo roughly took a glance, with a few glances.
Fine, I don't get it!
”I've already checked, her heart has a hidden congenital defect, the medical instruments probably won't be able to find it. This kind of defect usually does not affect the normal function of the heart, but once it starts to act up, the blood would flow backwards, the entire body would twitch, and one's limbs and head would even have waves of throbbing pain.
After Chen Mo finished, he looked at An Qingya who was on the sickbed and asked: How are you feeling now?
”My head hurts and my limbs are weak. The slightest movement would cause a needle-like pain.” An Qingya replied.
Chen Mo asked again, ”This condition should be able to resolve itself. How long does it usually take for you to recover from your illness?”
”I don't know. After taking the pill, I would faint. By the time I woke up, the pain had already mostly subsided. This is the first time this has happened. ”