Ji Qing, Luo Yinan and the gastroenterology department were hospitalized and didn't understand why Qi Jing was so confused and vomiting. After a roundabout way, he found out the infected virus, but he still had to ask. The main treatment of the neurology department was also unlucky. Since Qi Jing started asking about the details of diarrhea, he had been in a state of continuous disconnection and could not even insert a sentence.

Naturally, the family members would not have so many complicated ideas about them, and everything followed the problem: "If you really want to say vomiting, there are some, but it should be caused by motion sickness."

Everyone was shocked: There is really something!!

Qi Jing did not care about their surprise, but continued to ask on his own: "Is it a big vomiting? How much did he vomit?"

My mother recalled her appearance at that time and said, "I really vomited a lot and I vomited out all the things I ate tonight. His diarrhea had just recovered a little. I was not afraid that I could not digest anything else, so I gave him hot milk."

"milk?"

Qi Jing was stunned, and then asked tentatively: "Drink one bottle? Or two bottles?"

"After vomiting, I drank about two bottles. After all, the food on the plane is really not delicious, so I want to use milk instead of food."

Both parents found it strange, it was just milk, so there was no need to ask so clearly. They continued to explain: "The milk contains protein and other nutrients are also rich. The child has no milk allergy since childhood and loves to drink milk, so..."

As they spoke, they noticed that the eyes of the doctors around them had undergone subtle changes, and gradually discovered the seriousness of the problem: "Don't there be any problem with drinking milk, right?"

Several doctors behind Qi Jing nodded. The reason why the child's diarrhea symptoms worsened was that they were drinking a lot of milk.

Luo Yinan sighed and explained: "Mom, the mucosa of the intestinal wall after diarrhea will hinder the absorption of lactose. After the milk enters, the child will be able to pull even harder."

"Ah?" The mother covered her mouth in surprise, looking at her sleeping child, tears burst out from her eyes, "Is it all because of me... it's all because of me... it's all because of him..."

"I don't blame you or you, you don't understand, it's okay."

Seeing his wife like this, the father on the side felt unbearable, so he leaned over to comfort her for a few words, and then asked, "Is the convulsions caused by milk?"

Luo Yinan helped her golden-rimmed glasses and explained: "Drinking milk is just aggravated diarrhea, and it should have nothing to do with convulsions."

"It's okay?" asked the mother anxiously, "Then why are you convulsive?"

Several people shook their heads. The reason for the aggravation of diarrhea was found after Qi Jing's several questions, but this was of no help in diagnosing the cause of convulsions. As long as diarrhea can control the body fluid electrolytes in a short period of time, there will be no major problems, but convulsions are different.

Without imaging diagnostic tools, the cause of convulsions will always be hidden in the child's body, and it will suddenly explode when it will occur.

When people have no idea, they will naturally think of the backbone, and these little doctors are no exception.

Luo Yinan looked at the curtain on the other side and asked, "Why has Director Tong been there for so long?"

Tong Miao's appearance was very scary just now, and she still stayed in Luo Yinan's mind. When she thought about it, she felt a little scared: "Will something go wrong? I saw that he looked very similar to our chief director, and he would scold him when he caught someone."

After saying that, she made a gesture of fighting each other and gave her a supplementary explanation to her euphemistic statement.

Qi Jing was still looking at the symptom list they listed and asked curiously: "What's wrong with Director Tong?"

Several people used a few words to say what had just happened again. After hearing this, Qi Jing glanced at Ji Qing in confusion: "Didn't you say you are carrying a certificate?"

"What? He brought it with him?"

"Did you really bring this thing with you?"

"Ji Qing, you are so awesome."

Ji Qing, holding a bunch of strange eyes and excuses, spread his hands and defended himself in embarrassment: "I actually want to say it, but Director Tong didn't let me say it. He was angry at that time, and he must have wanted to let this breath out in person."

"It must be a scolding!"

"It's really possible to think about it now..."

Qi Jing knew very well that few senior directors had good tempers. They might still look kind when they treat patients. The expert clinic could chat with registered patients for a long time. Some of them would chat around the world if they were wrong, and they could even talk to the patients until they forget that they were seeing the doctor.

But if you really encounter something unpleasant, these experts will be very terrible.

"Stop guessing, the child is still sleeping." Qi Jing said, "Director Tong has always been easy to talk to, and he is a model of convincing people with reason. Don't care too much, there will be no problem."

Several people looked at the child beside him and turned over and quickly stopped laughing.

"I think we are really in a dead end." Luo Yinan still couldn't understand the questions Qi Jing had just asked, and said, "I understand diarrhea, but it has nothing to do with convulsions. I wasted so much time."

"How can you say it's wasteful?"

Qi Jing actually had the answer to the preliminary diagnosis in his mind, but his memory of this answer was quite vague. After all, he was not a pediatrician, and he had just seen an introduction to such cases.

bie is its abbreviation. As for the full Chinese name that is too complicated, he really has no impression of it.

This diagnosis, which cannot be fully described as a name, was said from an undergraduate who had just been working for three months, and it was really unconvincing.

Fortunately, this disease is mostly self-limiting and not serious.

What he is in a dilemma now is that in 2003, the country has almost no knowledge of this disease.

Often, some chief doctors happen to find it in foreign magazines and then scan it slightly. They don’t pay much attention to it. At most, they just want to be fresh, and it is difficult to judge even if they see it clinically.

Moreover, in 2003, the medical community had only a general concept and some cases that could not be completely confirmed, and there was no direct theoretical evidence to prove the correlation between diarrhea and convulsions.

The most important thing is that in China, this disease has not attracted much attention. There are very few studies on its prognosis and outcome, and some people may not even hear the name of the disease.

"Doctor Luo, have you ever heard of a kind..."

Qi Jing wanted to ask Luo Yinan for a test, but he didn't expect that the child suddenly woke up: "Mom, where is Mom?"

"Oh, mom is here." Mother felt uncomfortable when asked, and she smiled with red eyes, "Mom is right beside her, Xiao Haohao is good, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"

This question reminded the child: "Well, it's still a little bit, but I'm hungry and I want to drink milk."

Speaking of milk, my mother couldn't stop crying: "Haohao, you can't drink milk. If you drink it, you will have stomachache. Let's sleep for a while, and you will get better after sleeping for a while."

"But..." Haohao showed another uncomfortable expression, "My stomach still hurts."

When Qi Jing heard this, he shook his head slightly to Ji Qing beside him and said, "Go and get your qualification certificate."

"What do you need a qualification certificate?"

"Just get it." Qi Jing sighed softly, "It's worth it at critical moments."

Ji Qing hesitated for a while and still got up.

Here, the mother wiped away the tears from her face when she heard her son's situation and asked quickly: "Do you want to go to the toilet? If you want to go to the toilet, tell your father, "Dad will take you there."

"Well, I don't want to do it now." Haohao lifted up his clothes and touched his belly button. "It just hurts here, and the pain was lower in the previous few times. It probably hasn't arrived yet. If the pain was lower, I had to go to the toilet..."

The child said most of the time and suddenly stopped.

As soon as the teeth were closed, both hands began to thrust, and then the whole unattended spasm was pierced through the legs, torso, and whole body...

My mother suddenly burst into tears in anger.

This is the third time the child has had a convulsion. Whether it is the hands that start the spasm or the movements of the entire body afterwards, it is almost the same as the previous two times.

My father wanted to pick him up from behind the seat, but was immediately stopped by Luo Yinan. At the same time, Wang Ke, the director of the neurology department, picked up the mat on the seat and rushed over: "Don't be afraid, don't hold him, just make sure he can lie in the seat."

"Doesn't you need to do nothing?"

The father looked at his son's pale face, and his face turned pale. He didn't know where his good temper had gone: "No, I want to make the plane land for a forced landing, so I can't continue like this!"

Seeing this, Qi Jing couldn't wait and could only express his judgment: "The child is just a benign convulsion, it's okay."

"Benign convulsions? Is it still called benign if my body is so drawn?"

"If you drag on like this, something will definitely happen!"

"Go aside, I want to get the plane back and land for an emergency landing!"

In the whole first class, the father's roars came one after another, and the mother's intermittent crying as she sobbed, it composed a hymn to the hearts of parents all over the world.

However, although this kind of hymn is huge, it is of no help to Haohao now.

At this time, Ji Qing ran over from the economy class, although he was a little confused about the sudden change in the situation. However, his subconscious mind of completing Qi Jing's mission still made him involuntarily hand out the certificate in his hand.

"Don't be excited, it's really a benign convulsion!"

Qi Jing can't explain the evidence now. While constantly emphasizing his own point of view, he can only use this certificate as his bargaining chip: "I use the practice certificate as a guarantee, and if something happens, I will tear it away."

Everyone looked at Ji Qing, who was still standing at the door in a daze, and said:???

Ji Qing:

......

Twenty minutes later...

"Is my son sleeping?" the father leaned against the back of the chair and asked softly.

"Well, I'm asleep. I kicked me when I turned over just now." The mother bit her lip and said with relief, "I'm quite strong. Our son is lucky and will definitely be fine."

Qi Jing sat aside, knocking on his forehead with the water pen in his hand.

If Tong Miao hadn't appeared just now, it would have brought the judgment of the old director Lu of the second center. I'm afraid this father would have really tear Ji Qing's certificate in half... No, it might be four pieces!

Fortunately, it's okay.

"I say it's benign convulsions. Are you too excited?"

Only then did my father calm down and said embarrassedly: "Just now, I didn't control my emotions. It's not easy for you to help diagnose it at night. I'm really sorry."

"I'm sorry, sorry."

With tears in her eyes, the mother kept apologizing in a low voice: "We only have such a son, and it was so scary just now."

"It doesn't matter to say that we are all used to it anyway, it doesn't matter." Qi Jing turned on the education mode, "But you actually want to stuff the blanket into your son's mouth. Isn't it too much?"

"What should I use?" My father looked at the pen in Qi Jing's hand, "Will it be better to use the pen?"
To be continued...