1766: A Patient's Swollen Leg

A Patient's Swollen Leg

Just a few days ago, this man had been in critical condition. He had been so sick that he could barely speak, so Nuannuan had prescribed him new medication. Over the past two days, he had recovered rapidly. When she walked over to him, he pounded his chest and said, "Dr. Nangong, I feel like I'm well enough to be discharged from the hospital. My body can do anything now. You can go ahead and examine the next patient."1

The man's mother pulled him aside and scolded him, telling him to speak politely and cherish the opportunity for Dr. Nangong to examine him. The man then said seriously, "Doctor Nangong, I really feel like I've improved greatly since the prescription. And not only do I feel better, but I can also see that I'm much stronger. Yesterday, they asked me to retrieve a carton of milk from a tall shelf. The carton ended up falling and almost landed on my head—I thought I was going to be seriously injured. However, I managed to react quickly enough to knock it away with just a wave of my hand. Not a hair on my head was touched. Aren't I awesome?"

After hearing him blab so much nonsense, Nangong Nuannuan walked toward him and lifted his blanket up without hesitation.

"Hey, hey, hey, Dr. Nangong, I..."

He had just finished cleaning himself that morning. Before he had the chance to put on his pants, he was told to be ready for the doctor's next round of examinations. All he had on at the moment was his underpants.

Before he could mentally prepare himself, Nuannuan lifted the blanket. He turned into a little child, trying to grip it with both hands. Eventually, Nuannuan managed to lift his blanket, revealing a pair of hairy legs. His face turned red, and he became very shy and no longer spoke. 

Most of the people who had been hospitalized this time were men, and there were only a few women. Everyone knew that this Dr. Nangong was the daughter of a first-rate wealthy family. Even though she had used a mask to cover her face from the very beginning, just by looking at her fair and delicate skin and her large, watery, and beautiful eyes, one could tell that Miss Nangong was a very, very, very beautiful woman.

Although the group of men in the hospital did not say anything, they wanted to leave a good impression on Miss Nangong. Thus, even though it was a men's ward, there were no strange odors emanating from it.

When Miss Nangong removed the man's blanket, he felt like he had never felt so shy before in his entire life.

Nangong Nuannuan reached out and pressed on the man's leg.

When she pressed on it, she noticed that his leg was somewhat swollen.

The doctors were again shocked.

How was Nangong Nuannuan able to detect something that had been so well hidden?

Coincidentally, the Nephrology Department's head doctor had come that day to observe Nangong Nuannuan's ward rounds. He saw the patient's leg too.

Nangong Nuannuan asked, "How long has this been swelling up for?"

When the man saw that his leg's condition had been discovered, he was also shocked. After all, Miss Nangong discovering something you did not previously know about yourself was not generally a good thing. At this moment, he no longer felt shy or embarrassed; he was completely dumbfounded.

"I... I don't know. If you hadn't pressed on it, I wouldn't even have known that my leg was swollen."

"Has there been any change in your urination habits?"

The man thought about it nervously for a while.

"No, I don't think so!"

"How many times have you urinated since the last ward round yesterday? What color was your urine?"

The man thought about it carefully and was actually shocked by what came to mind.

pqdm.com