My scumbag husband only saves his white moonlight; I remarry the rough-and-tumble regimental command

Chapter 135: Surgery or Conservative Treatment?

Ye Nuan quickly revived the child. Before Director Su could speak, a doctor standing nearby expressed some disapproval.

"Dr. Ye, I know you are skilled in acupuncture, but this is an emergency patient who was just brought in. You don't know anything about the patient, so is it not appropriate to insert needles directly?"

The other medical staff members also looked in agreement.

After all, they are doctors, and they should be cautious when treating patients.

Ye Nuan looked up, her expression calm: "Oh, I know him. I treated him once when I was at the clinic. His condition was not much different from now, so I know his medical history."

After this explanation, the other medical staff stopped saying anything.

After all, Dr. Ye was only eager to treat this patient because he was familiar with him; he had no intention of showing off.

Once the situation was cleared up and Zhuangzhuang woke up, Ye Nuan went outside to talk to Jiang Hongying after hanging up the water.

"What's wrong with this child? Did he eat something he shouldn't?"

Jiang Hongying looked guilty: "When I was at home watching over him, there shouldn't have been any. But I haven't been paying much attention to it these past few days. My daughter-in-law came over and has been taking him out every day. I don't know what he's been eating."

Ye Nuan understood: "Auntie, what about Zhuangzhuang's mother?"

Jiang Hongying's face immediately darkened.

"The couple said they went to see some opera, but I don't know where they went. The child is sick, so I would definitely take him to the hospital immediately. Lao Han should contact him now."

Ye Nuan felt that these parents were really unreliable!

The child has been sick for several days, and the parents still have the mind to go to the opera?

Half an hour later, Zhuangzhuang was transferred to a regular ward.

Jiang Hongying pulled Ye Nuan aside: "Xiao Ye, you said you could cure my son's illness, how confident are you?"

"Auntie, as I said before, this disease cannot be cured overnight. It will take at least half a year, and you may need to have a check-up once or twice a year after that."

Jiang Hongying held her hand: "Auntie knows you're a good girl. I really want to ask you to help treat my grandson. It's just that my daughter-in-law is a stubborn person, and she doesn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine, so I've been putting it off. This time the child has relapsed again, and I'm really worried!"

Ye Nuan could also tell that Jiang Hongying, as a mother-in-law, didn't seem to be that assertive; otherwise, she wouldn't be so afraid of her daughter-in-law.

In fact, Ye Nuan had misunderstood. Jiang Hongying wasn't afraid of her daughter-in-law; it was simply because this daughter-in-law had a stubborn and unpleasant personality, which made her quite unpopular.

Jiang Hongying and Han Jinzhong both believe in the importance of family harmony, so how could they possibly be afraid of a junior?

Han Zhuangzhuang's father, Han Wenkui, and his wife, Sun Aihua, are currently watching an opera at the city's cultural palace.

Operas of this era generally focus on patriotism.

Just as the two were getting to the exciting part, Han Wenkui's bodyguard rushed in, whispered a few words in his ear, and then Han Wenkui immediately pulled Sun Aihua away.

"Hey, slow down! What's wrong?"

"Zhuangzhuang's in trouble, he's at the military hospital right now, hurry over there!"

Today was a rare day off, and Sun Aihua had mentioned to him several times that she wanted to see an opera. Han Wenkui finally agreed to take her out, but unexpectedly, their son fell ill.

Strictly speaking, my son had been sick for several days, but no one took it seriously. He just had diarrhea, got some medicine from the clinic, and should have been getting better. So why did he suddenly end up in the hospital?

When Han Wenkui and Sun Aihua arrived at the hospital, Jiang Hongying was sitting by the bed telling Zhuangzhuang a story.

Seeing that his son had no external injuries, Han Wenkui finally breathed a sigh of relief. But when he saw the IV drip hanging on his head, he thought that his diarrhea had gotten worse.

"Mom, how is Zhuangzhuang?"

Ye Nuan wrote out the medical records for several patients, showed them to Director Su, and then failed to organize and file them properly.

Director Su treats patients with cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and the wards he is in charge of also include such patients. The hospital has arranged for these types of patients to be on the fourth floor so that they can recuperate in a quieter environment.

"Dr. Ye, Director Su wants you to go to bed number twelve. The patient there seems to be experiencing some postoperative reactions."

"okay!"

Ye Nuan picked up her belongings and quickly walked up to bed number twelve on the fourth floor.

After examining the patient, Ye Nuan finally determined that the patient was fine.

"Don't worry, because of the anesthesia, each patient's reaction is different. Some patients have milder symptoms, while others have more severe symptoms. I estimate that the patient will be fine in another hour or two."

"Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome. By the way, the patient cannot eat right now, you must remember this. We have professional medical staff, and as family members, you can only visit, you cannot feed the patient casually. If something happens, it could be a matter of life and death, so you must control your relatives and friends, and you must not feed the patient just because he says he is hungry."

"Okay, we'll remember that."

Afterwards, Ye Nuan was called by an orthopedic doctor to examine a patient with a broken leg to see if her special formula was needed to accelerate bone healing.

After all that commotion, Ye Nuan returned to her office at four o'clock. She was exhausted.

Ye Nuan was glad that she wore rubber shoes to work today; if she had worn leather shoes, her feet would probably have hurt a lot!

I had only been sitting for less than five minutes when there was another knock on the office door.

"come in."

Han Wenku wanted to talk to Ye Nuan about treating epilepsy.

Zhuangzhuang's condition is clearly more serious than before.

Moreover, Han Wenkui had heard from experienced doctors that the earlier this disease is treated, the better.

"Dr. Ye, can you cure Zhuangzhuang's illness?"

Ye Nuan sighed. She knew this Commander Han, but they weren't close.

"It can be treated, but the treatment period is rather long."

Han Wen-kui beamed with joy: "As long as it's curable, we're willing to accept any expense or other costs. Do you want conservative treatment, or is surgery necessary?"

There are many different types of epilepsy, and some of them do require surgery to cure.

Ye Nuan shook her head: "Zhuangzhuang's condition is relatively good, and he doesn't need surgery. If I were to treat him, it would be with traditional Chinese medicine combined with acupuncture and physical therapy. Moreover, the family members would need to cooperate during the treatment, mainly to ensure his diet and emotional well-being."

"sure, no problem."

Remembering Dr. Li's earlier warning, Ye Nuan couldn't help but remind him, "Han Tuan, I know you're desperate to save your son. But you'd better discuss this with your sister-in-law. If she doesn't agree, this illness can't be cured."

Han Wenkui's face stiffened, and after noticing Ye Nuan's gaze, he realized that the doctor knew his wife had misunderstood traditional Chinese medicine.

“I will talk to her about this, but I still hope that Zhuangzhuang can be treated here with you.”

"Sure, as long as your family agrees, treating and saving lives is my duty!"

Before the words were finished, a somewhat domineering voice rang out from outside: "I disagree!"