My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1255 - 494: With the Scalpel as His Footsteps, a Doctor Does More Than Heal Illnesses (Part 3)

Upon seeing this, Zhou Can secretly praised Director Shang from Digestive Internal Medicine; the patient truly suffered from typhoid fever.

When macrophages form, typhoid fever diagnosis reaches virtually 100% certainty.

He pressed on with his reading, spotting enlarged lymph nodes where typhoid cells appeared clearly under microscopic examination.

All these alterations match typhoid fever perfectly.

Finally, the cause behind the patient's unrelenting high fever stood revealed, the main bleeding source pinpointed successfully, and the hemorrhage halted via surgery.

The dead intestinal section got fully resected too.

Whenever a lesion advances to the typhoid phase, the damaged region shifts into necrosis.

Zhou Can gained plenty of knowledge from handling this case.

Among the tough cases he'd faced, this ranked as one of the truly uncommon triggers.

Typhoid fever has challenged healers from ancient eras onward.

Even Traditional Chinese Medicine formed a dedicated school around typhoid fever's stages.

He gathered his diagnostic lessons, planning to draft an article on his insights after his shift, sure that future similar cases would involve far fewer missteps.

With the patient's typhoid fever diagnosis now confirmed, managing the condition turned straightforward.

Bleeding had ceased, leaving only the need for anti-infective measures and targeted anti-typhoid therapy.

By the third day, the patient's temperature normalized. Vital signs steadied completely. No further drops in blood pressure or shock occurred.

This patient also bore gastric ulcers plus chronic bleeding, signaling terribly unhealthy daily diet and living habits.

A 20-year-old youth, right at the peak of his bodily vigor.

Still, his full digestive system brimmed with perils, worsening to intestinal typhoid.

Zhou Can saw the urgent need for a frank talk with the patient's family.

Unexpectedly, the boy's father had returned to his job now that his son's state improved. His fatherly love ran mountain-deep, expressed in profound silence.

As the family's main earner, facing steep costs from this treatment, he labored tirelessly to cover household needs.

The boy's mother clearly failed to rein in her son, spoiling him endlessly like a little emperor.

Facing this situation, Zhou Can sank into quiet reflection.

Doctors heal illnesses but can't reshape family upbringing settings or fix patients' rotten habits.

Fueled by his sense of medical duty, Zhou Can chose to chat directly with the patient anyway.

Age-wise, Zhou Can exceeded the patient by just a little.

After finishing work and rounds, Zhou Can pulled up a chair beside the patient's bed.

The patient's mother showed him great politeness.

Zhou Can had, after all, healed her son's condition.

Watching her son's health improve daily, pulled back from death's edge by the doctors, she overflowed with thanks to every staffer involved in the rescue.

"What year are you in college now?"

Zhou Can struggled to start the chat, since others usually came to him first.

He had to pick a topic to break the ice with the patient.

"Freshman!"

"Freshman year is great; you’ve just been liberated from the sea of misery that is the college entrance exam and entered university, where you can live a very relaxed and comfortable life. If you’re lucky, you might even find a pretty girlfriend."

"Hehe, isn’t that right! Compared to high school, I feel that college life is simply paradise."

The patient strongly agreed with him.

"Found a girlfriend yet?"

Zhou Can asked.

The patient instinctively glanced at his mother beside him and went quiet.

On topics like this, regardless of gender, youngsters all dodge their parents.