Chapter 1590 Trauma?

"Come to the Department of Neurology." Zhou Congwendao.

"Professor Zhou, are you going to talk?" Director Han asked in a low voice when he heard Zhou Congwen wanted to look for the neurology department again.

Zhang You looked at Chen Hao's nuclear magnetic field in confusion. He never expected that he would press and shock many times before he recovered the person. The cause of the person was actually cerebral infarction.

This is a bit strange. Generally speaking, cerebral infarction will not cause cardiac arrest. If the brain stem is involved, it will basically not be saved after the suspension.

So Zhang You didn't think about that at all.

However, facing the typical cerebral infarction image of MRI, Zhang You had nothing to say.

Clinical common sense is fragmented in front of Zhou Congwen.

"First, the patient has dizziness, nausea, vomiting and nystagmus, which means damage to the vestibular nerve nucleus."

"Second, the soft palate on the side of the lesion of the nuclear magnetic imaging and paralysis of the pharyngeal muscles, manifested as dysphagia, dysarthria, low sagging of the soft palate on the ipsilateral side and the disappearance of the pharyngeal reflex. This means that nucleus, glossopharyngeal, and vagus nerve damage."

"third……"

Zhou Congwen waved his fingers and started the class mode. One, two, three, four, and five made Director Han confused.

Director Han is a professional, with a little bit of aura, plus the family's resources and his emotional intelligence, so he is successful in the Second Hospital of Medical University.

But it is impossible and unrealistic to really talk about how high Director Han’s level is, and he can diagnose and differentially diagnose across majors.

Not to mention Director Han, Zhang You couldn't understand the diagnostic basis that Zhou Congwen mentioned with his fingers.

The distance between cardiothoracic and neurosurgery is like a bird and a fish, which is out of reach.

"Eighth, the patient has an intersectional sensory disorder, i.e., facial pain on the ipsilateral side, lack of warmth, that is, damage to the trigeminal spinal tract and spinal tract nucleus; as well as contralateral gravitational pain, decreased or lost warmth, which means damage to the spinal thalamic tract."

"To sum up, coupled with the magnetic resonance image, Chen Hao diagnosed it as a brainstem infarction, so symptomatic treatment is enough."

After Zhou Congwen finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, "I thought it was ion channel disease on the way here. If that were the case, it would be more difficult to treat, and there was a genetic tendency."

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Director Han and Zhang You looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

After a few seconds, Zhou Congwen looked at Director Han with a smile, "Director Han, are you going to ask how repeated cardiac arrests come about?"

"Yes." Director Han did not hide it and nodded directly.

"This is called Wallenberg syndrome, which can trigger repeated cardiac arrests. Chen Hao was lucky. He rushed over at home until 120 ambulance. After a series of treatments, he got a temporary pacemaker."

"What is Wallenberg syndrome?" Director Han continued to ask.

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen did not answer. He smiled, "It's too troublesome to talk about it. Let the neurology department handle it. Tell Dean Chen that symptomatic treatment is enough, and a temporary pacemaker can be removed in one week."

"What about Chen Hao?"

"Generally speaking..." Zhou Congwen pointed at the image that continued to come out. It was a magnetic resonance on the neck.

"You can see above that the right medulla is dorsolateral infarction. Here we found the cause - the right vertebral artery stenosis, indicating a vertebral artery dissection."

"This situation generally should be caused by trauma. Director Han, please ask about the medical history."

"Take it out? No, it's impossible." Director Han said in confusion.

The word "trauma" hit Director Han's nerves, which made him in a trance instantly.

"This place is very fragile, maybe it's a coincidence, just ask." Zhou Congwen said, "It doesn't matter if you can't ask. We don't need to know how the disease comes about, we just need to know how it is gone."

Director Han was relieved when he heard what Zhou Congwen said.

He took the leave first and hurriedly told Dean Chen about this "good news". While running, he contacted the director of the Department of Neurology for consultation.

When Zhou Congwen saw that Zhang You was about to slip away, he called him, "Director Zhang, long time no see."

Zhang You was stunned for a moment, and his back was turned to Zhou Congwen and his face was full of sorrow.

He really didn't want to meet Zhou Congwen, who had no interest, hobbies, and all his time and energy on business.

Moreover, Zhou Congwen worked at the Academician Workstation of the Second Hospital of Medical University for more than a year. The "legacy" left to Zhang You is a world number one, and is full of bad memories that are overwhelming.

The department head occupied the commanding heights of "big righteousness", which made Zhou Congwen so angry. Zhang You knew very well how strong Zhou Congwen was, who could do this.

In addition, Zhang You had already guessed what Zhou Congwen was going to do, so he deliberately avoided the evil star, but Zhou Congwen still saw it and called out.

Turning around, the sorrow on Zhang You's face disappeared in an instant, his smile was full of smiles, and his big teeth were also bared.

"Professor Xiao Zhou, otherwise you would have to say it was you." Zhang You praised, "Our Second Hospital of Medical University is better than the grassroots hospital. If you really encounter a difficult problem, we will feel panicked if you are not there."

"Haha, it's not that serious." Zhou Congwen waved, "Director Zhang, how is the business going on recently?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang You said perfunctorily as he laughed.

"That's really good." Zhou Congwen said, "How many new techniques have been carried out, Director Zhang."

"..." Zhang You said something vaguely.

"Director Zhang, look at you." Zhou Congwen hugged Zhang You's shoulders, as familiar and friendly as an old friend.

As they said, the two of them walked out and came to the elevator. Zhou Congwen said, "Boss Liu didn't make things difficult for you that day."

"In a dilemma?" Zhang You was stunned.

"Yes, the boss is tired, I will accompany the boss first." Zhou Congwen said, "I called Boss Liu and asked him to take good care of you."

How long has it been? Zhang You looked at Zhou Congwen in confusion. He knew this young man and had a premonition that he had a difficult time.

What a fuck, why should I find this evil star back? Isn’t it good to let Zhou Congwen be in 912?

Zhang You was whispering crazy in his heart.

"Boss Liu is still very down-to-earth." Zhou Congwen said casually, and got on the elevator with Zhang You. "How is it like receiving the award? Is Director Zhang interested in this year's World Competition?"

Zhang You's heart moved, but after another thought, he realized that Zhou Congwen was just talking casually. And he remembered that he had surgery every day in a lead dress to win the world's number one, and he was as tired as a dog, and he felt bored.

"Hehe, Professor Xiao Zhou, you are polite me." Zhang You tried hard to make a sincere expression and said, "The relationship between us can start with the Third Hospital of Jianghai City. At that time, I really tried hard to transfer you."
Chapter completed!