Chapter 502 365: Hypertension? Something's Off!

Once they had finalized the division of work, everyone threw themselves into the tense and busy preparations.

Very soon, the sky gradually darkened, and the temperature began to turn a bit chilly.

The setting sun poured down like golden light, staining the mountaintops red.

Mist rose and shrouded the layers of blue-green hills in the distance, like a fairyland.

"So beautiful~"

"Hurry, hurry, take a picture of me!"

"I want one too!"

...

Seeing such a beautiful view, Han Xiaoxiao, Gu Ye and the other girls let out exclamations, and all ran into the courtyard to take photos.

Qin Feng leaned against the door rail, watching them constantly change poses for pictures. The corners of his mouth couldn't help lifting into a relaxed smile as he took a deep breath.

This place was cut off from the world, underdeveloped and inconvenient, but full of the charm of nature.

From the chimneys of the nearest households on the mountainside, thin cooking smoke curled up, picturesque and lovely.

He suddenly felt it was a bit of a pity; if Liu Yan'Er were here, she would definitely like the scenery too.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng pulled out his phone.

Click~ click~

He took two shots, then opened WeChat and sent them to the pinned chat with Liu Yan'Er.

"Director Qin! Let's take one together!"

Han Xiaoxiao dragged him into the group, and they took a few more photos together.

Roughly ten minutes later, Director Cai from the town government came over of his own accord and led everyone to the canteen for dinner.

"Director Wang, Director Qin."

Sitting opposite Qin Feng and Wang Yang was a man with dark skin and slightly graying hair. His clothes were clearly washed so often they'd turned pale.

From head to toe, it seemed only his pair of faded glasses still showed a trace of scholarly air about him.

"I'm the deputy mayor of Jinnan Town. Just call me Old Zheng.

Director Wang is an old acquaintance of ours, so I won't say much there.

Director Qin, on behalf of the elderly and children of Jinnan Town, I'll use tea instead of wine to thank you for coming."

"Mayor Zheng, you're too polite. This is what we should do."

Seeing this, Qin Feng also stood up, and the two of them clinked cups.

The food for this meal was actually quite good—simple, rustic dishes, but not as hard as he had imagined.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

He chatted with Liu Yan'Er for a while that night, then went to bed early; the physical exams would start at 7 a.m. the next day.

Because this trip was mainly for support work, the main examinations and basic medical tasks were still handled by the medical team from Liangshan City First Hospital led by Wang Yang.

They had doctors and nurses from various departments, about ten people in total, so their manpower was fairly plentiful.

Qin Feng's Peking Union Medical College Hospital team had only him and Han Xiaoxiao, two attending physicians, plus two department nurses and one very experienced OR nurse, Shen Xiaowen.

Given their capabilities and the time they had, they were never meant to take on large-scale basic screenings.

Qin Feng's main goal this time was treatment!

The next day,

as the sky over the mountains was just turning light, everyone had already gotten up. After a simple breakfast, they went to the hospital to check the equipment and tools and completed their preparations.

"Five minutes to go, everyone to your positions."

Wang Yang glanced at his watch and said to the group,

"Director Qin, it's going to be hard on you from here on."

"No problem."

Qin Feng nodded at that, then turned to look at Han Xiaoxiao beside him,

"Xiaoxiao-jie, how's the operating room?"

"Not great."

Han Xiaoxiao's face showed a trace of awkwardness as she replied,

"Xiaowen has done her best to straighten things out, but the conditions are just barely workable. A lot of surgical instruments are missing, and what we brought isn't enough either."

"It's fine, as long as we can operate."

Hearing this, Qin Feng remained unmoved.

To him, just having a place where surgery could be performed was already very good.

This wasn't Beijing, not even Jiangcheng City; he couldn't expect something as expensive as a fully equipped operating room to be here.

As for the surgery itself, with his current skills, he was more than up to the task.

...

"Folks, have your ID cards ready, line up properly, don't push!"

With the loudspeaker blaring, the physical examinations officially began.

As soon as the cordon was removed, the old men and women who had been waiting for a long time—hands on their backs, leaning on canes, pushing wheelchairs—came forward one after another to line up.

The doctors and nurses watching from the side were all on edge, afraid someone might get bumped or fall and hurt themselves.

"Come, come, come, Zhang Daqiang, don't push forward!"

"Get back! Otherwise you won't get your checkup!"

"Erqiang Aunty, you come to the front, yes, that's right."

...

The hospital staff and a few middle-aged men and women were all helping maintain order, and things were going quite smoothly.

As for Qin Feng and Han Xiaoxiao, they had a separate room for consultations.

"Director Qin, looks like we're in for it. I bet there are plenty of geriatric problems."

Han Xiaoxiao stuck her head out for a look, then clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"Mm, that's for sure."

Qin Feng gave a slight nod; he had already guessed it.

In this kind of remote, impoverished mountainous area, the most common diseases were those of the elderly; degenerative diseases caused by years of hard labor were something almost every old person had.

And their focus was to actively intervene in those patients whose conditions could still be treated or improved.

Though it was called a township hospital, in reality it was just a small courtyard with a few rooms. The most valuable things were an old ultrasound machine, a blood cell analyzer, and a urine analyzer, which he'd heard were half bought, half donated seven years ago when the township led a poverty alleviation drive in cooperation with a medical device company.

The conditions couldn't just be called limited, they could only be called harsh.

Extremely harsh!

So Qin Feng already had his own plan in mind: the paid medications in the pharmacy could not be his first choice.

Right now, on the table in front of him sat a wrist rest.

...

The two of them waited for about ten minutes. Just then, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

"Director Qin."

Wang Yang walked in with an old man, a report in his hand.

"There's an old man here whose condition is a bit special. I'm not too sure about it. Can you take a look?"

"Alright."

Hearing this, Qin Feng nodded and looked at the slightly stooped figure beside him.

From the moment the man came in, he'd noticed that his steps were weak and lackluster, and that his face was covered in cold sweat as he kept sniffing.

At this moment, the old man happened to be looking at him as well, his gaze suddenly turning from nervous to cautious.

"Sir, please sit down first."

Qin Feng motioned for the old man to sit.

But the old man fixed his gaze on Wang Yang.

"Doctor, why don't you be the one to see me?"

???

Everyone present was stunned by this.

What did he mean by that?

"This doctor's too young. You're not planning to use these old bones of mine for practice, are you?"

"Pfft~"

As soon as he finished, the little nurse beside them burst out laughing.

Han Xiaoxiao was also forcing down the upward curl of her mouth, while Wang Yang just shook his head with a smiling expression.

"Sir, don't worry, this is an expert from Beijing."

"An expert?"

The old man's suspicion deepened when he heard that.

"I don't buy it! How old is this kid? His hair's barely grown in and he's an expert?

How about you just prescribe me some meds, really!"

"Sir, how about this: I'll stay as well, and we'll both examine you together. How does that sound?"

Qin Feng spoke with a wry smile.

"Sit down. Don't worry.

Director Wang, let me see the report."

As he spoke, Wang Yang handed over the report in his hand.

Qin Feng took it and quickly scanned it. It was a blood routine, a urine test, and other basic indicators.

No problems!

White blood cells, red blood cells, platelets, liver and kidney function were all normal, and the transaminases weren't elevated either.

Suddenly his gaze stopped at the electrolytes—there was a bit of an issue.

"The serum potassium's a little low."

"Yes, Director Qin."

Wang Yang nodded. He had already noticed this and had planned to give potassium supplements, but the old man had other conditions as well.

"He also has hypertension and has been taking hydrochlorothiazide all along."

Hearing that, Qin Feng gave a slight nod.

Hydrochlorothiazide, a pretty effective antihypertensive, especially for elderly patients.

But the downside: it's a diuretic!

Hypertension was also a very common disease among the elderly, so that part wasn't surprising.

The old man's hypokalemia could well be due to the diuretic component of his medication.

"Sir, put your hand up here."

After reading the report and finding nothing particularly unusual, Qin Feng gestured.

The old man froze for a moment, his gaze landing on the wrist rest in front of him.

"Young man, you know Chinese medicine too?"

"It's no problem for me to treat you. Come on."

Qin Feng smiled as he spoke, then extended three fingers, hovering in the air as he waited.

The old man, half convinced, still stretched out his wrist.

Three fingers pressed onto the pulse, his eyes focused, while he also carefully watched the old man's facial expression.

"Stick out your tongue and let me see."

"Ah~~~"

"Alright."

Qin Feng withdrew his hand, a trace of puzzlement rising in his heart.

Hypertension?

Something didn't quite add up!