Chapter 483 coprophilia, also called coprophagia
Everyone pricked up their ears.
"Is there nothing wrong with you? Are you so sick and retching?" Luo Hao stared at Zhuang Yan and asked her in confusion.
Xu~~~
It’s not pregnancy, it’s fine if it’s not pregnancy.
Director Shen was outspoken and took a breath first, "Uncle Junior, you are too serious."
"Xiaozhuang just feels uncomfortable. It's normal for a girl."
Luo Hao glared at Director Shen seriously, then turned his head and continued to look at Zhuang Yan. An idea appeared in Luo Hao's heart, but it was extremely elusive and could not be caught.
But the root of the problem lies with Zhuang Yan, which Luo Hao is clear about.
Nausea, retching, not pregnancy, no joy pulse, what is that?
Acute gastroenteritis? Or is there a brain problem, nausea caused by high intracranial pressure?
The AI-assisted diagnosis was clean and confirmed that Zhuang Yan was not sick.
Luo Hao looked at Zhuang Yan seriously, his brain's CPU almost stopped smoking.
As long as anything related to Wen Youren has an evil nature, Luo Hao has not encountered anything that cannot be solved by AI-assisted diagnosis and Xiehe Medical Records Database for a long time.
Zhuang Yan felt a little guilty when Luo Hao saw her.
"Xiaozhuang, why are you retching?" Luo Hao tried to make his words gentle.
"Professor Luo, Xiaozhuang's body..." Professor Lei wanted to help Zhuang Yan out, but before he could finish his sentence, Luo Hao reprimanded in a deep voice, "Shut up!"
Professor Lei's hands trembled.
"Xiao Zhuang, why are you retching?" Luo Hao frowned at Zhuang Yan and asked again.
Everyone was confused, weren't they treating Wen Youren's son? Why did Luo Hao's focus shift to Zhuang Yan?
This is for Dean Zhuang to show his concern for Zhuang Yan!
Professor Lei thought of this instantly.
However, he felt a little contemptuous in his heart. Professor Luo was still young, acted too much, and was so caring that it made people feel uncomfortable.
Spring breeze turns into rain, which is the best. It leaves no trace but is everywhere.
But Professor Luo became strict, as if he were interrogating a prisoner. Didn't this have the opposite effect? So, Luo Hao is still young, Professor Lei thought.
"Senior brother, don't look at me like that, you're scared." Zhuang Yan said nonchalantly.
"What are you afraid of?" Luo Hao realized that he was a little anxious, smiled slightly, and became gentle again, "I just felt that I had thought of something, but I couldn't grasp that thought."
"I understand...Senior brother, I feel sick because I suddenly remembered that I was poisoned by paraquat." Zhuang Yan said nonchalantly.
That memory was a past that Zhuang Yan couldn't bear to look back on. She felt sick all over when she thought about it, even just mentioning it made her feel sick.
"???"
"???"
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Is there a connection between paraquat poisoning and lung infection?
Luo Hao was suddenly startled, and then his eyes lit up, "Was there a drink on the patient's bedside table just now?"
"Uh~~~"
No one noticed this, not even Zhuang Yan.
"I'll go take a look. You guys wait for me here." Luo Hao stood up.
Zhuang Yan also felt embarrassed and followed Luo Hao to apologize, "Brother, I'm sorry."
"Don't go." Luo Hao said.
Zhuang Yan was stunned, "Brother, I just suddenly..."
"No, I'm not blaming you. It's another situation. You stay and I take a look."
With that said, Luo Hao strode out of the office and went straight to the ward.
Wen Youren followed Luo Hao suspiciously. He didn't know what Luo Hao was up to.
That drink? What does it have to do with pneumonia?
Arriving at the ward, Wen Youren's son was lying in a semi-recumbent position on the hospital bed, and his gentle and virtuous girlfriend was feeding him drinks with a spoon.
This scene made Wen Youren particularly happy.
It is indeed his son's blessing to find such a girlfriend who will never leave him.
In his heart, he already regarded the girl as his daughter-in-law, no matter how he looked at her, he would like her.
"Hello." Luo Hao walked to the bed and looked at Wen Youren's son with a smile.
"Hello." Wen Youren's son didn't know the story between Luo Hao and Wen Youren, and only regarded him as a clinician.
"I was anxious just now. I didn't hear the breath sounds in the right lower lung during auscultation." Luo Hao was a little embarrassed and said apologetically to Wen Youren's son.
"???" Wen Youren was startled, thinking that Luo Hao was going to ask directly about the drinks.
The drink looked like orange juice, just a little watery and unevenly distributed.
Maybe it's some nutritious meal, young people like this.
Luo Hao walked to Wen Youren's son's girlfriend and smiled, "Please give way."
As he spoke, he took out his stethoscope.
Wen Youren's son's girlfriend put the cup on the bedside table and moved out of the way to let Luo Hao auscultate.
Luo Hao listened for nearly 2 minutes, in great detail and tirelessly.
Wen Youren couldn't figure out what Luo Hao was going to do, and looked at it with confusion.
But Luo Hao didn't do anything harmful to his son. Wen Youren could only watch quietly.
After the auscultation, Luo Hao put the stethoscope into the pocket of his white clothes, said a few words to Wen Youren's son, and left in a hurry, as if he were a thief.
"Dad, who is that little doctor?" Wen Youren's son asked.
"Uh..." Wen Youren always felt that something was wrong.
"Why don't a lot of directors say anything? He is the only one who has a lot to do. I have nothing to do. You are too nervous. For ordinary pneumonia, an intravenous drip will be enough for two days." The eldest son of Wen Youren said unhappily.
"It's okay to get sick all the time. I'll find a good doctor for you. There must be a diagnosis this time." Wen Youren rubbed his hands and comforted his son.
"I'm really fine. I don't know what's going on with my body. Dad, are you too old and too meddlesome?" Wen Youren's son scolded.
Although he spoke in a harsh tone, Wen Youren didn't take it seriously.
My child is sick and anxious.
This is all normal.
"Ah? Where's the water?" Wen Youren's son's girlfriend looked around in confusion.
Wen Youren's son looked at the bedside table and said, "I just remembered that you put it here."
"Yeah, it's gone."
Wen Youren's son's girlfriend knelt down and started looking under the bed.
She even looked behind the curtains, but still couldn't find the cup.
Wen Youren's heart moved. Although he didn't see how Luo Hao did it, Luo Hao's auscultation position just now was close to the cup.
It must have been secretly "smoothly" left by Luo Hao.
Why does this man act like a thief? To put it bluntly, can I still give him my son?
Wen Youren felt contempt in his heart, but this contempt gradually disappeared under the anxious mood of his son and girlfriend.
They were so anxious that their son even got out of bed with an intravenous drip to help search.
"It's just a drink. Don't worry. If you lose it, I'll buy it for you." Wen Youren felt sorry for his son and quickly assisted him and persuaded him.
"What do you know! Just shut up, I'll get upset just listening to you talk." Wen Youren's son said with an anxious look.
But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find it, and several people were speechless.
"What brand is that drink? It's expensive, right?" Wen Youren asked tentatively.
"Why are you asking? You talk so much! I told you to shut up. Why do you act like you don't understand people?" The attitude of Wen Youren's son was extremely bad.
Wen Youren was speechless, his throat was a little blocked, and he slowly left the ward in silence.
His son was in the rebellious stage, Wen Youren persuaded himself in his heart. Although it was difficult for him to convince himself during his rebellious period in his twenties, how else could he say otherwise?
Standing in the corridor, Wen Youren felt like there was sand in his eyes.
Vaguely, he saw a light bulb coming out of the office.
It's Director Shen.
Wen Youren hurriedly ran to catch up with Director Shen.
He knew that Director Shen was a master of diagnostics in the provincial capital. In Wen Youren's opinion, his son's disease would still fall on Director Shen.
"Director Shen, Director Shen."
"What are you doing?"
"What are you?"
"Send it for examination and see what it is." Director Shen held a cup and a test tube in his hand and raised his hand to look at Wen Youren.
The cup turned out to be the one that my son's girlfriend fed his son.
Some of the liquid has been put into the test tube.
"This is a drink bar."
"What kind of drink is that?" Director Shen stood waiting for the elevator and handed the cup to Wen Youren, "Smell it."
Wen Youren was puzzled and took the cup.
There was nothing special about the cup, but Wen Youren knew he was wrong when he took it.
The drinks in the store are all disposable cups, and this cup is our own.
Take it and put it next to your nose.
Wen Youren was a little uneasy, but subconsciously he already had the answer.
After taking a strong sniff, there was a hint of sweet potato, which must be a relatively light sweet potato porridge, Wen Youren thought in his mind.
"Do you smell anything strange?" Director Shen asked confidently.
“A little bit of a sweet potato flavor.”
Director Shen subconsciously raised his hand to cover his bald head, but when he realized something, he took his hand back and let it hang by his side, not daring to touch it anywhere.
"Director Shen, what did you think about it?" Wen Youren asked eagerly.
"I don't know, I have to do a test."
"What test?"
"See if there's any E. coli in here."
"???" Wen Youren felt countless alpacas galloping past.
If he hadn't been hit repeatedly recently, he might have flipped the table right now.
What does Director Shen mean? Is your son eating shit? !
Is there such a thing as burying people?
It's just too much bullying, too much bullying!
Even if you bully yourself, you can even bully your own son!
These bitches!
Wen Youren's angry face was extremely ugly. Director Shen frowned and quickly took the cup back from his hand.
"You..." "Harm, I know it's hard for you to accept." Director Shen said, "Didn't I say I'd wait for the test results to come out? You still insist on asking, and you won't believe me even if I ask. I know this is hard to accept, But only if E. coli is detected, the disease can have a reasonable explanation.”
"How is that possible! That's impossible!!" Wen Youren clenched his hands into fists.
"Little Master Uncle said that this is a possibility, and he is not sure. But, you can see it from Xiaozhuang's expression and performance.
The last patient who was poisoned by paraquat, Xiaozhuang... Well, in short, although the smell of feces was a bit bland, she could still smell it and subconsciously felt nauseated and retched.
What a sin. ”
Director Shen said nonchalantly.
"???" Wen Youren was a little confused.
Did that girl eat it too?
The girl with the high ponytail looks like everyone is being nice to her, so that's not it.
Are all the people in the First Hospital of Medical University so weird? Why can't I understand what he says?
When the elevator arrived, Director Shen was also afraid that Wen Youren would do something wrong, so he hurriedly got on the elevator without any explanation.
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
Wen Youren was a little confused and followed Director Shen to the laboratory department.
There is nothing else here. After sending it for inspection, Director Shen went to work on his own.
Wen Youren was in a trance, wandering around the hospital like a zombie. Director Shen looked at him a little pitifully and thought he was just an ordinary patient's family member, so he said to Wen Youren, "Your child may have coprophilia."
"What?" Wen Youren was startled.
But Profelia, what the hell is that?
"Come on, let me tell you something first. It may not be correct, but you have a psychological expectation." Director Shen pulled Wen Youren outside.
It's a little cold, and the sky is blue.
"Being a father is not easy. My child was a little depressed when he was in school, but he got better after he went to college. It was because I pushed him too hard at the time." Director Shen said.
"Director Shen, what is coprophilia?" Wen Youren asked.
"Translated, it means coprophagia."
"???"
"!!!"
Wen Youren was stunned.
"This kind of thing is a mental illness, neither common nor rare." Director Shen had already washed his hands. He raised his hand to cup his bald head and said slowly, "As far as I know, the food reported in the literature There are not many people with coprophilia.”
"There is a woman named Shana in the United States. Her love for feces is very unusual. Moreover, she also has a serious storage fetish. She will put feces into various jars and place them in At home, her home is simply a large excrement storage house.”
"She lived on feces every day, even though she collected enough feces to last her a lifetime. She would mix the feces in a container and drink it in one gulp.
Moreover, she never washes her hands and has no discomfort at all about what she eats. She is even automatically immune to the stench in the house and feels excited and happy when she smells or eats feces. ”
Wen Youren heard what Director Shen said was disgusting, and anger arose in his heart.
But he still maintained a trace of reason at this moment, trying to smile, but failed to do anything, and his expression was so ugly that it made him cry.
"But I smelled that stuff, and it smelled like sweet potatoes."
Wen Youren explained.
"You have to read the book about this." Director Shen started gossiping, "Japan's golden banquet is a unique food culture.
In order to ensure the taste of poop, a beautiful girl will be selected first. If it is cn, it will be more popular.
The production cycle is also continuous, for at least three months, they will let the girl eat the same fruit or vegetable for three meals a day for three consecutive months. ”
"..." Wen Youren was speechless, he had already thought of a possibility.
Oh shit!
"The main ones include pumpkins, bananas, pineapples, mangoes, etc. Anyway, they are all yellow fruits and vegetables. This is also to ensure that the color of the poop is yellow.
This kind of food culture is said to be very popular in Benzi. ”
"The patient's condition may be that his girlfriend has been eating food similar to sweet potatoes, so there is a sweet potato smell."
"I'll fuck your mother!" Wen Youren was furious and raised his hand to punch Director Shen in the face.
Director Shen was stunned, covered his face and turned around to run away.
Wen Youren refused to give up. He had lost the last of his sanity and chased Director Shen with his old punches.
It seemed that Director Shen forced Wen Youren's son to eat it.
At least, what he said just now proves that Director Shen is insulting his son!
If a book is willing to eat shit, that must be the idea that this brat, Luo Hao, came up with!
Wen Youren's eyes were red and blood-red, like a fighting bull.
"What are you doing!" A security guard saw this scene and came up to grab Wen Youren.
"He is a family member of the patient, be gentle!" Although Director Shen was beaten, Wen Youren was old and frail, so his injuries were not serious.
Director Shen also felt that what he said was a bit strange, so he asked the security guard to just pull away and not to actually hurt Wen Youren, which would cause the situation to develop in an uncontrollable direction.
Director Shen was overthinking it, but the security guard just yelled and didn't even think of reaching out.
This created a strange scene of Director Shen running in front, Wen Youren chasing behind, and the security guard falling at the end and shouting constantly.
However, Director Shen's health was still better, and Wen Youren fell down from exhaustion before exhaustion.
The security guard then came up and dialed 120, asking 120 to take Wen Youren to the emergency room.
Although in the hospital, the deployment of the 120 ambulance still has to be made by phone. The rules are the rules.
This is fucked up.
Director Shen felt that he had suffered an unreasonable disaster, but when he saw Wen Youren with foam at the corner of his mouth, he just thought about the punch he had received and that Wen Youren must not die.
Reported the matter to Director Feng and obtained the surveillance at the time.
Director Shen was relieved until then. How important it is to develop a good habit. Because doctor-patient disputes lasted from the 1.0s to the 3.0s, he subconsciously talked to the patients' families under surveillance.
The punch he received was clearly visible, and he made no move to fight back. It was Director Shen who took the case to the United Nations.
"Director Shen, why are you fighting with the patient's family...why are you being beaten by the patient's family?" Feng Zixuan asked with a smile.
Seeing that it was not Director Shen's fault, Feng Zixuan felt much more relaxed.
Because of Luo Hao, the relationship with the nearby branch has improved to a higher level. I used to have a good relationship with the director and political commissar, and now I have a pretty good relationship with the junior police officers below.
It's hard to say things that are unreasonable, but you will definitely not suffer from things that are reasonable.
Director Shen told the story again with a frown on his face.
Feng Zixuan was stunned.
Is there such a thing? Do you still have this hobby? This is too niche.
A few years ago, there was an Internet celebrity named Laoba or Laoji who had sex in the bathroom in order to gain popularity. Feng Zixuan accidentally watched the video.
Just one glance, the Internet celebrity's actions lingered in his mind, it was simply too amazing. Feng Zixuan rarely admired people, but he admired this Internet celebrity to his core.
I didn't expect such a thing to happen.
And Wen Youren's son is obviously at a higher level than Lao Ba when it comes to doing this kind of thing. Even if he eats shit, he has to be "careful".
"When will the results be out?"
"I guess it will be soon." Director Shen replied dejectedly.
After running for a few minutes, although the patient's family members fell before him, Director Shen was not feeling well either. My whole body was weak, my hands and feet were sore, and my lungs felt like they were on fire.
"Ronaldo."
Director Shen was startled, looked up and saw Director Feng talking on the phone.
"Where is it?"
"Oh, Director Shen has something to do here. I'll go over and talk about it after we meet."
After saying that, Feng Zixuan hung up the phone.
"Director Feng, you..." Director Shen was surprised, when did Director Feng become so interested in clinical nonsense?
"Have a look and my intuition tells me that Ronaldinho's judgment should be correct."
"Why?" Director Shen asked with his head like a light bulb.
"Girls have a keen sixth sense. When Xiaoyan was poisoned by paraquat, she took a helicopter to rescue the patient. She vomited along the way... and even had her overnight meal. It probably left a deep psychological shadow."
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"With her sixth sense, she immediately felt something was wrong, but Xiaoyan didn't know what was wrong. Doesn't it make sense for such a pair?"
Feng Zixuan asked.
Director Shen felt it was still a bit far-fetched.
But no matter how low Director Shen's emotional intelligence was, he would not be able to refute Feng Zixuan face to face.
Returning to the Department of Respiratory Medicine, Feng Zixuan heard Zhuang Yan gossiping at the door of the office.
“We used to work overtime for surgeries, and at night, the director would ask me to order some food and drink for everyone, and asked me not to forget the nurse sister and the anesthesia teacher.
He transferred the money directly to me, and one transfer was one thousand. ”
"Later, after studying for a year in graduate school, the director didn't say much when ordering food and drinks, and only transferred 500. I was not sensible at the time, so I asked, and the director said not to bring a nurse."
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"After another year of study, the director only transferred me 200 yuan. I knew what was going on, so I didn't say anything about it. I didn't even bring anything belonging to the anesthesia teacher."
Feng Zixuan walked in with a smile, "Xiaoyan, what are you talking about?"
"Hello, Chief Feng." Zhuang Yan stood up and replied with a smile.
Seeing that Zhuang Yan was fine, Feng Zixuan was relieved. He was really worried about the psychological shadow left by Zhuang Yan.
"We are talking about the recent economic downturn and consumption downgrade."
"It's harmful because of the economic downturn..." Feng Zixuan was about to say something, but then paused.
It doesn't matter? There is a relationship.
The director's income is getting less and less, and he will definitely not spend money on anesthesiologists and nurses.
"Have you not seen that McDonald's always offers a special price of 5 yuan for ice cream? It's 2 yuan, which is bigger than the one in Mixue Ice City." Luo Hao said with a smile.
"Ronald, where are you waiting for the test results?"
"Waiting for Chen Yong to communicate with the patient's family."
"Uh..." Feng Zixuan was startled.
"Xiao Zhuang mentioned this in the medical group, but Lao Liu couldn't help it. He wanted to know the gossip, so he sent Chen Yong to communicate." Luo Hao was also helpless.
Don't blame yourself for this.
"Sit, sit, sit, don't patients often get pneumonia? Why do you think of it here?" Feng Zixuan sat down first and asked casually.
"Everything has to have a reason. At the age of 22 and in good health, where did pneumonia come from?" Luo Hao said, "But Director Feng is just a suspicion."
"Haha, Director Shen was beaten."
"Sigh." Luo Hao sighed, "Seeing a doctor is not easy. Originally, Wen Youren wanted a clear diagnosis, but he couldn't accept it yet."
"Who? Wen Youren? The one who reported you with your real name? The one who instigated the patient not to treat his son some time ago and prepared to kill his son and blackmail the hospital?" Director Shen asked.
"Yeah."
"Hey~~~" Director Shen slumped on the chair as slumped as noodles, and opisthotonus was even visible to the naked eye.
(End of chapter)