In the afternoon, I saw a box of biscuits in the cabinet in the office. Although it was expired, I couldn't help but eat one. When I got home in the evening, I ate a banana on an empty stomach. After a while, my stomach started to hurt. I thought it would get better in a while, so I forced myself to cook a meal. Unexpectedly, my stomach began to feel severe pain. According to experience, it was probably food poisoning. It was really unbearable, so I drank two glasses of warm water and went to the bathroom to induce vomiting, even though it was overwhelming. I vomited all over the floor, but the pain in my stomach became more and more severe and unbearable. My wife happened to get home, complained a few words about me, and took me to the hospital for emergency treatment. We were worried that my daughter would not be safe at home alone, so we went together. ?

In the night, the car was driving fast on the highway. I gritted my teeth and pressed my hands hard on my stomach, hoping to relieve a little pain. Between labor pains, I glanced out the window. Everything seemed so quiet in the night, and soft lights shone from most of the buildings on the roadside. I guess those families were having dinner warmly, but I made a mess at home. The whole family didn't eat, so they rushed to the hospital in a hurry. Rush.

When I arrived at the hospital, I took advantage of the pain to get out of the car quickly, rushed to the emergency room, and asked the nurse at the nursing station how to call the emergency room. Several nurses were chatting, maybe because they saw that I had no symptoms, they calmly asked what was wrong. After knowing that it was a stomachache, they became more relaxed and said, "Go to the emergency medicine department!"

I am in the emergency room. Why doesn’t the nurse seem anxious? I walked a few steps to the emergency medicine department next door. There was no one in the room. Next door was the emergency surgery department. There were a few doctors chatting. It looked like the patients had just finished their diagnosis. It was nothing serious. Everyone was very relaxed. But I was in terrible pain. , I asked:

"Is the emergency medicine doctor here?" I asked.

"What's going on?" A middle-aged female doctor wearing a mask looked back at me.

"I have a stomachache. It hurts very much. I think it's food poisoning." I started having stomach pains and my waist was a little bent.

"Oh, come over here!" The doctor looked at me carefully, then turned around and walked into the emergency medicine room.

Shouldn’t it be that the whole family gathered around him, asked about his condition with concern, and then hurriedly carried him to the clinic? That’s how it’s done in the video!

"What's going on?" the doctor asked while sitting on the chair, writing down what I said. I explained briefly, because the pain in my stomach was so severe that I couldn't help but squat on the ground.

"Go and get some medicine, and then come back for an analgesic shot!" The doctor remained calm. ?

I am in the emergency room, emergency room, emergency room. Why doesn’t anyone in this hospital look a little anxious? ?

My wife also rolled her eyes at me, blaming me for being squeamish, and took the prescription to pay for it. However, my daughter looked anxious and followed her mother to get the medicine. I got a painkiller injection and my stomach pain stopped immediately. I felt better, and while I was sitting in the emergency medicine room waiting for further diagnosis and treatment, my wife talked to the doctor.

"Is he okay?" the wife asked.

"It's okay, what can happen?" The female doctor looked kindly on her wife. It seems that women just have the same topic.

"But I'm in pain!" I interrupted!

The two women rolled their eyes at me at the same time. The female doctor did not even look at me and said:

"Men can only tell lies (exaggerate)!"

"I don't feel that much pain either!" My wife echoed. ?

Ah, what kind of united front is this!

Go home! The female doctor saw that I seemed to be fine, so she said coldly. Seeing that I looked confused and didn't move, she added:

"If you are worried, let's do an abdominal CT scan." Blood test?" The female doctor noticed my reluctance and said calmly.

I took a look at this female doctor. She has short black hair and a small curl. Her face, which is not covered by a mask, shows a healthy dark red color. She has two strong eyebrows and a pair of black eyes. She looks at me with obvious disdain. ?

What attitude, what attitude, what attitude is this? ?I muttered to myself, can’t you see that I am in an emergency room? Emergency, emergency, emergency!

Seeing that I wouldn’t leave, my wife endured it and started chatting with the doctor.

"There aren't many patients at night. It's so free, so you can have some sleep!" My wife and I know each other well.

"I can't sleep. There are usually more than twenty patients a night." The female doctor's expression turned gloomy towards his wife.

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"You can go home. If you feel uneasy, just wait a little longer to see if there is anything special!" The female doctor didn't look at me. , speaking directly to his wife.

"Okay." His wife agreed.

"This little pain is nothing. Does it hurt for a woman to give birth? Men just love lying, so don't worry about him!" The female doctor continued, and she and her wife seemed to have become best friends all of a sudden.

What do you mean, what do you mean, what do you mean? The part in me was unconvinced.

"Let's go!" My wife was impatient with me.

"You can tell lies!" These were my daughter's words, and she united with them.

How strange, woman!

Although I feel that this female doctor is a little unkind, I still trust her in my heart. Her steady habits, calm demeanor, and confident temperament all make me treat her in a non-standard way. There is a lot of tolerance, and to be honest it is a sense of trust. I can't help but think: What would happen if I changed to another hospital and another doctor?

I remember one time I had a cold and went to another large hospital. All the procedures were very standardized. The doctor was serious about entering all the information into the computer, issuing examination orders one by one, taking X-rays, CT scans, etc. The blood test procedure was very standardized, but the result after a lot of trouble was: I had a cold and needed an intravenous drip. ?

The entire diagnosis and treatment process makes people feel that no symptoms are missed, everyone follows the rules, no matter how much you care about it, you can't find anything wrong, but it makes you feel uncomfortable. What exactly is the discomfort? , I couldn’t tell for the moment. ?

However, in this hospital now, almost every process seems to be careless, and even the doctor's treatment is as normal as usual, and the women's front has been unified at once. Although people feel unhappy everywhere, but I felt comfortable in my heart, and even the doctor's indifference felt like a closeness. No formula, no cliches, no exaggeration, direct judgment, direct diagnosis and treatment. ?

Traditional Chinese Medicine

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking, and feeling. This method cannot be said to be able to cure all diseases, but it should not be a problem for daily minor illnesses and disasters, right? However, in our vast country of China, where the experience of traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years, CT and blood tests are required for even a minor illness, and we completely rely on Western medicine for diagnosis and treatment. A cold often costs thousands of yuan, so why? That doesn’t make sense, right? ?

Although current medical services have clear and detailed regulations, and even instructions and training on how to talk to patients, and doctors and nurses do not say a word, patients have a There is a feeling of being manipulated, like a faulty product being repaired in the hospital, and everything is cold. ?

However, this doctor in the hospital I am visiting tonight, although her work seems simple and even rough, I feel a sincere feeling of kindness in my heart. Her cynicism is in my heart. It sounds like an elder's disdain for a willful younger one. Although you can hear it as criticism, you like her very much because you will feel a real humanity from her, just like an old acquaintance of yours. Let you relax all of a sudden and no longer have anxiety, and you will involuntarily trust her in your heart.

What kind of diagnosis and treatment do we need?