I became beautiful by eating melons

Yuan Hejing came with Secretary Du, followed by Feng Kangcheng.

Shen Meng and the other three wanted to accompany Ye Rou to support her, but Yuan Hejing did not allow it.

"She is going there to get treatment. No one is going to eat her. You guys should do whatever you need to do."

Ye Rou smiled and said, "I know you are worried about me, don't worry, nothing will happen."

After calming the four people down, Ye Rou followed them to the internal medicine ward on the third floor.

As they walked, Feng Kangcheng disappeared, but Ye Rou didn't care.

She was still thinking about going to the hospital when the system notified her.

The system determined that the bet was a kind of melon-eating bet, and that the melon was produced by Ye Rou herself, so she could get two chances to draw a lottery, but the draw could only be redeemed after the bet ended three days later.

Ye Rou smelled a faint stench before she even entered the ward.

The door of the ward opened and four people walked in.

Ye Rou turned her head to look at the patient on the bed.

He was so thin that only a bag of bones was left. Under the quilt, he only had a few movements. His face was yellow and his lips were deathly pale. He seemed to be breathing but not out.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head with great effort to look over. In sharp contrast to his thin body were his eyes, which were dark and bright, and full of the desire to survive.

He raised his hand with great effort and saluted.

Secretary Du hurriedly stopped him, "Don't move."

Secretary Du poured a glass of warm water for the recruit and helped him take a sip.

After letting the new recruit lie down, Secretary Du raised his head and said solemnly with a serious expression: "Comrade Ye Rou, I hope you can take this matter seriously. It involves human life and cannot be taken lightly."

Ye Rou nodded and said, "I will take it seriously."

"Okay." Secretary Du made way and signaled Ye Rou to take the new recruit's pulse.

Just as Ye Rou was about to step forward, Yuan Hejing stretched out her hand to stop her and said slowly, "No hurry."

Secretary Du frowned, "Director Yuan, what do you mean?"

Yuan Hejing smiled slightly and said, "Just wait a moment."

Ye Rou's ears moved slightly and her eyes looked towards the door of the ward. She heard the footsteps of five people.

coming.

The next second, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Feng Kangcheng walked in front, followed by four doctors who were also wearing white coats.

Five people came in at once, and the originally spacious ward became crowded.

Secretary Du frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "Doctor Feng, what do you mean by this?"

"We heard that Comrade Ye Rou was going to treat this patient, and we were eager to learn from her." Feng Kangcheng explained, "And these four are all very experienced doctors in internal medicine. Each of them has worked in the hospital for more than ten years. If they are present, they can help with any emergencies in time."

Secretary Du frowned. The meaning of Feng Kangcheng's words was very clear. He did not trust Ye Rou's medical skills and was afraid that something unexpected might happen to the patient during the treatment, so he asked four doctors to watch.

This statement made sense and he had no way of refusing.

Yuan Hejing tried to smooth things over, "Secretary Du, don't worry, they won't disturb Comrade Ye Rou from seeing the doctor. It's just that this is a bet after all, so a third party needs to be present."

Secretary Du snorted coldly.

Yuan Hejing clearly didn't trust him and thought he would favor Ye Rou.

He pushed his glasses, ignored Yuan Hejing, and said to Ye Rou, "Comrade Ye Rou, don't worry about your treatment. I won't let them mess things up."

Ye Rou nodded indifferently. She was not afraid of anyone causing trouble. After all, all the people in the ward combined could not beat her alone.

She put on gloves and walked to the bedside, and looked, listened, asked and felt the patient's pulse before taking his pulse.

Inspection should focus on the patient's complexion, appearance and tongue. A yellow complexion may be due to spleen deficiency or dampness, while weight loss may be due to yin deficiency or insufficient qi and blood.

"Stick out your tongue."

The patient did as he was told.

A pale tongue with white coating is also a manifestation of cold and deficiency.

Olfactory diagnosis involves listening to sounds and smelling odors.

The patient's voice is light and hoarse, there is no cough, and his breath is weak, which are manifestations of deficiency.

A bad taste in the body and mouth indicates inflammation inside the body.

"Where exactly does it hurt?" Ye Rou began to ask.

The patient used his hand to vaguely mark an area around his belly button, which was exactly the abdominal area.

Ye Rou reached out and pressed around the patient's abdomen. There was obvious pain in the lower right abdomen and near the navel.

"Has this ever happened before?"

The patient shook his head slowly.

"What about family members? Relatives who have the same symptoms as you count."

The patient shook his head first, then suddenly nodded and said with difficulty: "My aunt also died of stomachache and fever."

Ye Rou nodded. At this point, she already had some idea in her mind.

She took off her gloves and placed her fingertips on the patient's pulse.

The spleen yang is deficient and cold, and the spleen qi is sunken and unable to rise, which are the manifestations of deficiency syndrome.

Small intestinal dysfunction can cause symptoms such as abdominal distension, abdominal pain, vomiting, and loose stools.

After taking his pulse, Ye Rou nodded slightly and said, "I understand your illness. Your condition is not serious yet and can be treated."

There were mixed reactions in the ward.

When the patient lying on the hospital bed heard this, his eyes lit up. He didn't even have the strength to speak, and just looked at Ye Rou with his bright black eyes full of anticipation.

Yuan Hejing's expression changed and she immediately looked at Feng Kangcheng.

Feng Kangcheng stepped forward and asked, "Comrade Ye Rou, you can see that this patient is in a very bad condition and can't stand any more pain. If you say you can cure him, you should tell us what disease he has and how you are going to treat him."

The four doctors he brought with him also nodded in agreement, "This is the safest way."

Ye Rou said slowly: "Crohn's disease is also known as green cancer, an inflammatory disease of the intestine. There is no cure, only relief."

In her previous life, she had seen this disease while helping her senior sister in the internal medicine department at the hospital where she worked, which was why she was able to give this accurate answer.

"This patient meets the chronic and progressive development of Crohn's disease. Initially, he presented with non-specific symptoms such as intermittent abdominal pain, diarrhea, and weight loss. As his condition worsened, intestinal inflammation continued to worsen, and complications such as blood in the stool and intestinal obstruction occurred."

After Ye Rou finished speaking, Feng Kangcheng frowned. He had never heard of Crohn's disease and suspected that Ye Rou was lying. But seeing that Ye Rou's words were so certain, he did not question it first.

One of the four doctors suddenly said, "I know Crohn's disease. It does fit this patient's symptoms."

Feng Kangcheng looked at the doctor who spoke, and asked with a somewhat grim expression, "Is it true that Ye Rou said that the disease cannot be cured?"

The doctor nodded and said, "It depends on the patient's condition. If it's in the early stages or the condition has eased slightly, it can be controlled, but there is also a risk of recurrence."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ye Rou and said admiringly: "Doctor Ye, if it weren't for you, I would never have thought that this patient had this disease. Fortunately, you discovered it in time, otherwise, the patient's condition would be worse if it was delayed."

The experienced old doctor spoke up to confirm that Ye Rou's words were correct. For a moment, Feng Kangcheng and Yuan Hejing's faces looked particularly wonderful.

This is really shooting oneself in the foot.

Another doctor asked, "How should his condition be treated?"

Ye Rou said softly: "Aminosalicylic acid preparations, glucocorticoids... these drugs that control inflammation, or some immunosuppressants that reduce hormones..."

Feng Kangcheng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly interrupted, "Comrade Ye Rou, if I heard correctly, these are all Western medicines you mentioned, right? Don't forget that you are a Chinese medicine practitioner, and the content of the bet is that you must use Chinese medicine to treat patients."

Ye Rou's face turned cold. "I am indeed a Chinese medicine practitioner. I can treat his illness with Chinese medicine methods, but this patient has been dragged on by the incompetent doctor named Feng until now. His condition is already very bad. Western medicine can alleviate his condition first, and then I can use Chinese medicine decoctions and acupuncture for treatment."

What she said was no different from pointing at Feng Kangcheng's nose and scolding him.