The Surgeon's Studio

The diagnosis on the system panel did not change at all. It wasn't that there wasn't one, but there was a very common diagnosis of red - faced low blood sugar.

Zheng Ren looked at Qin Lu's waving hands and roaring with all his might, feeling puzzled.

He was certain that even if it was an unknown number of years ago when Qin Lu said these words in front of his son, he would definitely not have such an emotion.

Because of his illness, Qin Lu's emotions were magnified. It was as if he had entered a strange illusion that could make human emotions out of control.

It was really strange. Why didn't the big pig trotter give any symptoms this time?

Could it be that this was not an illness? It was hysteria?

Zheng Ren knew that the pig trotter would not diagnose hysteria.

But ...

MD! Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.

The system's mission was still there, and there were no changes. The memory in the dust, these six words were like the smile of the little white fox in the system space, seemingly mocking Zheng Ren.

He stood silently in front of Qin Lu, not moving, like a statue.

The middle - aged doctor on duty rushed in to observe the vital signs and draw blood for testing. He was extremely busy.

Zheng Ren just stood there silently, looking at Qin Lu's waving hands and the values that appeared on various advanced instruments.

With the operation of the middle - aged on - duty doctor, an instrument was activated.

The numbers on it kept changing.

1.2mmol/L……1.0mmol/L……0.8mmol/L……

Was this blood sugar? How could it be so low?

Zheng Ren's mind quickly flashed with the medical records of Heyang that he had just seen. Various treatment plans appeared and disappeared before his eyes.

Glucose injection!

In the beginning, Zheng Ren thought that every time these nerve symptoms acted up, Qin Lu would have low blood sugar due to the huge energy consumption. Now, it seemed that it was a mental condition caused by the drop in blood sugar.

His logic was wrong!

The doctor Who was recuperating injected high sugar into the vein to relieve the pain ...

Wait a minute!

Zheng Ren's frown deepened.

High sugar?

Why did she have low blood sugar?

Hypoglycemia was a disease caused by a variety of causes, which was characterized by low glucose concentration in the blood plasma in the veins.

It was a syndrome that was mainly characterized by sympathetic nerve stimulation and brain cell hypoxia.

The symptoms of hypoglycemia were usually sweating, hunger, panic, trembling, pale face, and so on. In serious cases, it could also cause inattentiveness, agitation, anger, and even coma.

Zheng Ren looked at Qin Lu. His face had suddenly dropped rapidly along with his blood sugar. His body finally reacted and showed symptoms such as paleness.

He waved his arms even more violently, his fingers slightly bent, and his knuckles made a faint cracking sound.

It seemed like there were some problems with his joints as well. Zheng Ren's mind suddenly wandered.

Normally, the human body had a series of energy supply measures.

Even after high - intensity exercise, it was difficult to have low blood sugar. The mech would break down fat and, in addition to a series of biochemical reactions, provide sufficient energy.

Low blood sugar would only appear if the body was under great strain and the mind was in a state of high tension, just like what happened to Zhou chunyong two days ago when he was undergoing surgery in Beijing. In addition, a large amount of insulin was secreted or injected into the muscle, leading to hypoglycemia shock and even death.

Of course, there would also be other causes of the illness. It was just that Qin Lu's situation didn't seem like it.

0.8mmol/L……0.7mmol/L……0.5mmol/L……

The blood sugar level that was monitored in real time was like a falling object, constantly dropping.

The equipment was so advanced that it could monitor blood sugar in real - time. It was not necessary for clinical practice, so Zheng Ren had never seen it before, whether it was in Haicheng or in Beijing.

In the midst of his high tension, Zheng Ren's mind was once again hopelessly distracted.

"Please leave." The middle - aged doctor said in a deep voice as he busied himself.

Su Yun raised her eyebrows and asked,"you know how to treat illnesses?" Treat a headache?"

"I'm in the emergency room. "

"Her vital signs are stable, and the values on the blood sugar monitor are dropping. You call pushing a high sugar monitor emergency treatment? Oh, by the way, there might be a large increase in respiratory secretions later, and you'll have to suck phlegm. " Su Yun said in disdain.

"Boss Zheng, let's come out and take a look." Qin Tang felt that it was not good to have an argument in the ward, so he moved closer to Zheng Ren and whispered.

Hypoglycemia ... Insulin ... Glucose, glucose, glucose, glucose ... Glucose ...

A bolt of lightning flashed in Zheng Ren's mind.

He suddenly turned around and didn't notice Qin Tang was beside him. His shoulder hit Qin Tang's chest, causing the Qin family's third generation young master to stagger and take a few steps back.

The bodyguard in the black suit did not enter the ward. He subconsciously took a step forward.

However, he only took one step forward when he immediately felt a sharp killing intent as if it had substance. It fell on the artery on his neck.

He immediately stood still, his entire body on guard. His muscles tensed up, ready to fight back at any time.

However, as soon as he showed his hostility, he felt the sharp blade on his neck pressing against his carotid artery.

As long as the other party wanted to, he would die without a doubt. The bodyguard knew this in his heart.

Qin Tang's bodyguard was only thinking about how to ensure that he would not die; instead, he was thinking about how to subdue the guy who was staring at his carotid artery.

Zheng Ren did not notice that he had sent Qin Tang flying. He strode out of the ward and went to the medical records.

What's wrong with the boss? "That can't be." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.

He wasn't angry, and he didn't seem to be venting his anger by sending Qin Tang flying.

He had a new discovery!

Su Yun immediately followed Zheng Ren out. It was only when the two of them started to look at the x - ray that Qin Tang's bodyguard felt the killing intent disappear.

He heaved a sigh of relief. Although it was only for a moment, he was sweating profusely.

However, he didn't have time to wipe his sweat. He went to Qin Tang's side."Young master, are you alright?"

Qin Tang clutched his chest and smiled bitterly.

His bones were almost broken. Boss Zheng was so strong. He felt like a running African rhinoceros had crashed into him.

He shook his head as he watched the doctor inject high sugar into his grandfather. He followed him out.

Zheng Ren was referring to a 64 - row CT scan enhanced image of the upper abdomen.

Su Yun was a little surprised. No matter how she looked at it, it was a mental illness. Was the boss crazy? did he have a CT scan of his upper abdomen?

Or ... In that instant, Su Yun recalled everything that had happened, especially the blood sugar detector and Zheng Ren's strange emotions.

Could it be that there was a problem with his pancreas?

That can't be. Why do I have no memory of this disease at all?

Even if it was a rare illness, he should have read the report on the individual case.

Su Yun had stayed in Peking Union Medical College's so - called treasure - house for three months. No matter what kind of case it was, he felt that he should have an impression of it.

"Boss?" Su Yun looked at the 3D reconstruction of the CT scan of the upper abdomen and did not find any serious pathological changes, so he called out softly.

"Here." Zheng Ren's finger tapped lightly on an image on the computer screen.

On the image, one of the supporting blood vessels of the pancreas was calcified with a deposit of plaque.

'As long as they're older, they'll probably be like this,' Su Yun thought to herself. Although the plaque looked a Little Big, the blood vessels became thinner because of the presence of the plaque, and the blood flow ...

No, this guy had just studied hemorrhaging. Could it be that the turbulence affected his condition?

A thought appeared in Su Yun's mind.