super medical system

Chapter 92 How about a bet

Yang Tian quickly absorbed knowledge in the system space, and the patience of the middle-aged man on the podium was gradually exhausted.

The design of the classroom has always been thought-provoking. The students below will never know. I secretly thought it was a good trick to hide. The teacher stood on the podium with a wide field of vision and could see everything at a glance.

The students below were secretly playing with their mobile phones, even sleeping with their heads propped up, as if he couldn't see it!

The middle-aged man only felt a tight breath in his chest and panicked.

He is also a teacher who has taught at the Oriental Medical University for many years. When he stood on the podium, he was also wearing a military uniform. The moment when he took off the military uniform a few years ago was still clearly visible, but why did the students below change so much?

Back then, those students, dressed in neat military uniforms, sat close together, everything was in order, and they were more serious in class than anyone else. No matter how tired they were from the emergency training in the middle of the night, they would at most just "nod" to sleep, never There is such a bad situation as playing with a mobile phone!

Uh, it seems that mobile phones are collected in the army, and they can't play...

Soldiers who have been in the army for a long time always look down on the laziness of local university students. Although the middle-aged man has taken off his military uniform for many years, the things in his bones still cannot be changed.

"The tissues and organs of higher animals, including humans, are highly differentiated and have their own functions and metabolic characteristics. To maintain the normal functions of the body and adapt to changes in the collective internal and external environments, not only the various substances in the cells between the tissues and organs are required Metabolism coordinates with each other..."

The middle-aged man followed the lessons in the textbook, but his eyes were always on those few key goals.

One is already "nodding", and the one in a trance is still not particularly stable.

The other one has already set up his textbooks, and he is afraid that he has nothing to do with his thunder and rain, and he is ready to commit crimes against the wind.

As for the one who was lying on the table all the time, he didn't move his nest at all after half the class!

"Students." The middle-aged man suddenly stopped his lecture and took a deep breath.

This is no longer a military academy, and the people sitting below are no longer officers and soldiers who can endure your training without daring to complain, but a group of lazy half-children.

He couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him, so he had no choice but to resort to the tricks that elementary school teachers used.

"I ask you a question."

ask questions!
This is the best way to attract attention.

It's a pity that the effect of the middle-aged man was a bit of a failure. Except for a few people who had been following his lecture progress carefully and listening carefully to the lectures, the rest of them didn't respond at all!

"Ahem! Classmates!"

The voice of the middle-aged man was so plain and unrecognizable that no one could sense that something was wrong with him.

The students in the audience still looked after each other, those who played with their mobile phones continued to play with their mobile phones, those who talked about love continued to be affectionate, those who were sleeping had already settled their positions, and Yang Tian still did not move a single finger.

"classmates!"

"Bang!"

A loud noise resounded through the loudspeaker throughout the classroom, everyone finally woke up and looked at the middle-aged man in horror.

"I ask you a question."

The middle-aged man cleared his throat, knocked on the podium twice, and woke up those who were sleeping, and then said, "Everyone knows about glucagon and insulin, right?"

"know."

Everyone didn't understand why, but they all spoke in unison.

These two things, these two hormones to be precise, they have been exposed to since junior high school biology class.

Glucagon, as the name suggests, is a hormone secreted by the pancreas that raises blood sugar.

Insulin is also the pancreas, but only a specific part of the pancreas, that is, a hormone secreted by the "islets", antagonizes the action of glucagon, and it lowers blood sugar.

There are many hormones that raise blood sugar in the human body. In addition to glucagon, there are adrenaline, thyroxine, etc., but there is only one hormone that lowers blood sugar, which is insulin.

That's why hypoglycemia can be treated in a variety of ways, but hyperglycemic disorders are often particularly tricky.

The component of insulin is protein, and its target cells are somatic cells all over the body, that is to say, almost all cells in a human body can be controlled by insulin.

Once insulin speaks, "All of you lower blood sugar!", all cells must obediently obey his command, grab the excess glucose in the blood, or fix it, or let them transform into other substances, so that There will be less and less glucose in the blood.

When it comes to insulin, you have to talk about diabetes.

With the development of society, the progress of economy, and the improvement of people's living standards, the quality of diet has also improved. Irregular diets or wrong diets often appear on people's tables, and the "three highs" have quietly struck.

The three highs are high blood sugar, high blood lipids, and high blood pressure. People often turn pale when they hear about these three highs, and the harm is naturally needless to say.

Among them, the etiology of hyperglycemia can be roughly divided into the following two types: insulin secretion disorders and insulin receptor disorders.

Insulin secretion disorder means that things like insulin cannot be produced normally in the human body. He is not there when he is needed, and no one gives orders to "lower blood sugar", so blood sugar will naturally rise.

Insulin receptor impairment means that insulin doesn't work anymore. Although he is there, the cells don't listen to him, and blood sugar can't drop naturally.

Diabetes caused by the former can also be treated by infusing synthetic insulin. If you don’t have it, I’ll give it to you, right?

Diabetes caused by the latter is more troublesome. The bear children are disobedient. What can we "outsiders" who are not their parents do?

The students are naturally familiar with glucagon and insulin, but what does the teacher want to do when he asks about this at this stall?
There was a bang bang bang on the podium just now, is this the rhythm of doing things?

The middle-aged man watched with satisfaction as the boys and girls in the audience looked at him in bewilderment, unable to figure out his intentions.

He finally regained the feeling of attending classes at the Oriental Medical University, which was still a military academy. At that time, those soldiers couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"Since the students know about glucagon and insulin, let me ask a question."

The middle-aged man's eyes wrinkled with laughter, "If you answered correctly, it means that you have mastered the content of this class, then I don't need to lecture anymore, and everyone can go back to the dormitory to rest now, okay?"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and they all said "yes"!
Everyone was jubilant, but the middle-aged man hooked his lips, "But, what if you can't answer?"

There was an instant silence below.

The eyes of the middle-aged man swept across the faces of the people who were sleeping and playing with their mobile phones just now, and finally stayed on Yang Tian who was still lying on the table for a few seconds before speaking.

"If you can't answer, it means that you haven't learned enough knowledge, so you can't sleep in my class anymore! If I see someone sleeping again, I will see one who drags the class for half an hour!"

"hiss--"

Suddenly there was a sound of gasping for air.

Saw a mop for half an hour!
The middle-aged man speaks in the same tone all the year round, and he can't help falling asleep when he listens to it. In addition, he reads it completely from the book, so it's a face for him to be able to come to class!

If this is really procrastinating, it's hard to guarantee that no one will sleep for half an hour, one sleeps for another half an hour, and another half an hour, and this sleep will last forever...

It's not that the friendly forces don't work hard, but that the enemy is too strong!

"Okay, I'll take it as your agreement, and I'm going to make a question!"

The middle-aged man looked confident in his victory, turned around and wrote a line on the blackboard——

(End of this chapter)