一天,门诊室里来了一位常找我看病的患者,他叫老张。一见面,我差点儿认不出了。 “呀,半年没见,你怎么瘦成这样?”我惊讶地问。 “医生,我快活不成了,今天特地求于你！”老张沙哑着嗓子说。 “我得了噎食病(地方语,意为食管癌),已一个多月了……”老张道。 “食管癌?在哪里诊断的?最后确诊了吗?”我忙问道。 原来一个月前,老张不知何故,喝水、吃饭感到咽喉部不适,仿佛有什么东西卡住似的,特别是吃硬一点东西,还感到疼痛。“难道得了那种病(食管癌)?”一种不祥之感飘进了他的心头。那一天,在老伴的陪同下,他到县医院就诊。医生将单子写好后带他到放射科检查。老张瞄见单子上写的食管C。何 One day, an outpatient room came to a doctor who often asked me to see a doctor, and he called Zhang. As soon as I met, I almost could not recognize it. “Yeah, not seen in half a year, how are you lean?” I asked in surprise. “Doctor, I am not happy, and seek you today!” Chang said hoarse voice. “I got sick food (local language, meaning esophageal cancer), more than a month ... ...” Zhang old. “Where is the diagnosis of esophageal cancer? The final diagnosis?” I asked busy. The original one month ago, Zhang somehow, drink water, eat throat discomfort, as if something stuck, especially hard to eat something, but also feel pain. “Got that kind of disease (esophageal cancer)?” An ominous feeling floated into his heart. That day, accompanied by his wife, he went to the county hospital. The doctor took the list and took him to the radiology department. Zhang Chang read the list written on the esophagus C. what