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Chapter 318 Traditional Chinese Medicine Treatment of Encephalitis
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As night fell, the hustle and bustle of people coming and going in the outpatient building had receded, only the duty room was still lit.

The inpatient building behind the outpatient clinic was brightly lit, and the medical staff shuttled between the wards with medical records. It was the time when the night shift doctors were making ward rounds, and the inpatient department was the busiest.

Today, the doctor in charge of the general internal medicine department is a chief resident, and the first one to go is the ward of the woman with encephalitis.

With the technology of the internal medicine department of the city hospital, even if it is not split up, it does not have the level of treating encephalitis.

When Lai Binren returned to Hohhot, the encephalitis patient was the most nervous in the Department of General Surgery.

During routine ward rounds in the morning, noon and evening, this patient with encephalitis was always ranked first.

The doctors on duty are praying that the condition of the encephalitis patient will not continue to deteriorate, and that no new situation will occur.

In the intensive care unit, the hospital always brought two doctors into the ward.

The patient wears a breathing mask on his face, and instruments on both sides of the bed show the patient's vital signs at all times.

The patient's husband stayed by the patient's side decadently, and didn't even bother to visit the hospital when the doctor came in.

The general manager of the hospital routinely copied the patient's signs and data, and asked the patient's family members: "Family family, is there anything new about the patient's condition today?"

The patient's family members replied numbly: "Last week, my wife just had a headache, and now she is lying unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by you. What else do you want to know about his illness? I have no other desires now. I just hope my wife can be like the husband and wife when we came to the hospital."

Listening to the patient's unemotional statement, the two newly hired doctors silently bowed their heads behind the head of the hospital, ashamed and afraid to look at this man who was mentally exhausted and haggard after only a week of torture.

The hospital manager also said without confidence: "Family, you have to trust the professor. Professor Lai is a neurology expert who has returned from studying abroad. He will definitely be able to cure your wife's illness."

Since the last medical disturbance, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still doing its best to turn the tide, and the aura that Lai Binren has just been hyped by the hospital is close to shattering.

Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at the immunology department, the initial confidence in the general surgery department was also hit. Faced with this kind of attitudeless questioning, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak. As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the outpatient building had subsided. Only the duty room was still lit.

The inpatient building behind the outpatient clinic was brightly lit, and the medical staff shuttled between the wards with medical records. It was the time when the night shift doctors were making ward rounds, and the inpatient department was the busiest.

Today, the doctor in charge of the general internal medicine department is a chief resident, and the first one to go is the ward of the woman with encephalitis.

With the technology of the internal medicine department of the city hospital, even if it is not split up, it does not have the level of treating encephalitis.

When Lai Binren returned to Hohhot, the encephalitis patient was the most nervous in the Department of General Surgery.

During routine ward rounds in the morning, noon and evening, this patient with encephalitis was always ranked first.

The doctors on duty are praying that the condition of the encephalitis patient will not continue to deteriorate, and that no new situation will occur.

In the intensive care unit, the hospital always brought two doctors into the ward.

The patient wears a breathing mask on his face, and instruments on both sides of the bed show the patient's vital signs at all times.

The patient's husband stayed by the patient's side decadently, and didn't even bother to visit the hospital when the doctor came in.

The general manager of the hospital routinely copied the patient's signs and data, and asked the patient's family members: "Family family, is there anything new about the patient's condition today?"

The patient's family members replied numbly: "Last week, my wife just had a headache, and now she is lying unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by you. What else do you want to know about his illness? I have no other desires now. I just hope my wife can be like the husband and wife when we came to the hospital."

Listening to the patient's unemotional statement, the two newly hired doctors silently bowed their heads behind the head of the hospital, ashamed and afraid to look at this man who was mentally exhausted and haggard after only a week of torture.

The hospital manager also said without confidence: "Family, you have to trust the professor. Professor Lai is a neurology expert who has returned from studying abroad. He will definitely be able to cure your wife's illness."

Since the last medical disturbance, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still doing its best to turn the tide, and the aura that Lai Binren has just been hyped by the hospital is close to shattering.

Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at immunology, the initial confidence in general surgery was also hit. Faced with such lack of attitude, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak.As night fell, the hustle and bustle of people coming and going in the outpatient building had receded, only the duty room was still lit.

The inpatient building behind the outpatient clinic was brightly lit, and the medical staff shuttled between the wards with medical records. It was the time when the night shift doctors were making ward rounds, and the inpatient department was the busiest.

Today, the doctor in charge of the general internal medicine department is a chief resident, and the first one to go is the ward of the woman with encephalitis.

With the technology of the internal medicine department of the city hospital, even if it is not split up, it does not have the level of treating encephalitis.

When Lai Binren returned to Hohhot, the encephalitis patient was the most nervous in the Department of General Surgery.

During routine ward rounds in the morning, noon and evening, this patient with encephalitis was always ranked first.

The doctors on duty are praying that the condition of the encephalitis patient will not continue to deteriorate, and that no new situation will occur.

In the intensive care unit, the hospital always brought two doctors into the ward.

The patient wears a breathing mask on his face, and instruments on both sides of the bed show the patient's vital signs at all times.

The patient's husband stayed by the patient's side decadently, and didn't even bother to visit the hospital when the doctor came in.

The general manager of the hospital routinely copied the patient's signs and data, and asked the patient's family members: "Family family, is there anything new about the patient's condition today?"

The patient's family members replied numbly: "Last week, my wife just had a headache, and now she is lying unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by you. What else do you want to know about his illness? I have no other desires now. I just hope my wife can be like the husband and wife when we came to the hospital."

Listening to the patient's unemotional statement, the two newly hired doctors silently bowed their heads behind the head of the hospital, ashamed and afraid to look at this man who was mentally exhausted and haggard after only a week of torture.

The hospital manager also said without confidence: "Family, you have to trust the professor. Professor Lai is a neurology expert who has returned from studying abroad. He will definitely be able to cure your wife's illness."

Since the last medical disturbance, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still doing its best to turn the tide, and the aura that Lai Binren has just been hyped by the hospital is close to shattering.

Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at the immunology department, the initial confidence in the general surgery department was also hit. Faced with this kind of attitudeless questioning, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak. As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the outpatient building had subsided. Only the duty room was still lit.

The inpatient building behind the outpatient clinic was brightly lit, and the medical staff shuttled between the wards with medical records. It was the time when the night shift doctors were making ward rounds, and the inpatient department was the busiest.

Today, the doctor in charge of the general internal medicine department is a chief resident, and the first one to go is the ward of the woman with encephalitis.

With the technology of the internal medicine department of the city hospital, even if it is not split up, it does not have the level of treating encephalitis.

When Lai Binren returned to Hohhot, the encephalitis patient was the most nervous in the Department of General Surgery.

During routine ward rounds in the morning, noon and evening, this patient with encephalitis was always ranked first.

The doctors on duty are praying that the condition of the encephalitis patient will not continue to deteriorate, and that no new situation will occur.

In the intensive care unit, the hospital always brought two doctors into the ward.

The patient wears a breathing mask on his face, and instruments on both sides of the bed show the patient's vital signs at all times.

The patient's husband stayed by the patient's side decadently, and didn't even bother to visit the hospital when the doctor came in.

The general manager of the hospital routinely copied the patient's signs and data, and asked the patient's family members: "Family family, is there anything new about the patient's condition today?"

The patient's family members replied numbly: "Last week, my wife just had a headache, and now she is lying unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by you. What else do you want to know about his illness? I have no other desires now. I just hope my wife can be like the husband and wife when we came to the hospital."

Listening to the patient's unemotional statement, the two newly hired doctors silently bowed their heads behind the head of the hospital, ashamed and afraid to look at this man who was mentally exhausted and haggard after only a week of torture.

The hospital manager also said without confidence: "Family, you have to trust the professor. Professor Lai is a neurology expert who has returned from studying abroad. He will definitely be able to cure your wife's illness."

Since the last medical disturbance, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still doing its best to turn the tide, and the aura that Lai Binren has just been hyped by the hospital is close to shattering.

Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at immunology, the initial confidence in general surgery was also hit. Faced with such lack of attitude, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak.As night fell, the hustle and bustle of people coming and going in the outpatient building had receded, only the duty room was still lit.

The inpatient building behind the outpatient clinic was brightly lit, and the medical staff shuttled between the wards with medical records. It was the time when the night shift doctors were making ward rounds, and the inpatient department was the busiest.

Today, the doctor in charge of the general internal medicine department is a chief resident, and the first one to go is the ward of the woman with encephalitis.

With the technology of the internal medicine department of the city hospital, even if it is not split up, it does not have the level of treating encephalitis.

When Lai Binren returned to Hohhot, the encephalitis patient was the most nervous in the Department of General Surgery.

During routine ward rounds in the morning, noon and evening, this patient with encephalitis was always ranked first.

The doctors on duty are praying that the condition of the encephalitis patient will not continue to deteriorate, and that no new situation will occur.

In the intensive care unit, the hospital always brought two doctors into the ward.

The patient wears a breathing mask on his face, and instruments on both sides of the bed show the patient's vital signs at all times.

The patient's husband stayed by the patient's side decadently, and didn't even bother to visit the hospital when the doctor came in.

The general manager of the hospital routinely copied the patient's signs and data, and asked the patient's family members: "Family family, is there anything new about the patient's condition today?"

The patient's family members replied numbly: "Last week, my wife just had a headache, and now she is lying unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by you. What else do you want to know about his illness? I have no other desires now. I just hope my wife can be like the husband and wife when we came to the hospital."

Listening to the patient's unemotional statement, the two newly hired doctors silently bowed their heads behind the head of the hospital, ashamed and afraid to look at this man who was mentally exhausted and haggard after only a week of torture.

The hospital manager also said without confidence: "Family, you have to trust the professor. Professor Lai is a neurology expert who has returned from studying abroad. He will definitely be able to cure your wife's illness."

Since the last medical disturbance, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still doing its best to turn the tide, and the aura that Lai Binren has just been hyped by the hospital is close to shattering.

Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at the immunology department, the initial confidence in the general surgery department was also hit. Faced with this kind of attitudeless questioning, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak. As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the outpatient building had subsided. Only the duty room was still lit.

The inpatient building behind the outpatient clinic was brightly lit, and the medical staff shuttled between the wards with medical records. It was the time when the night shift doctors were making ward rounds, and the inpatient department was the busiest.

Today, the doctor in charge of the general internal medicine department is a chief resident, and the first one to go is the ward of the woman with encephalitis.

With the technology of the internal medicine department of the city hospital, even if it is not split up, it does not have the level of treating encephalitis.

When Lai Binren returned to Hohhot, the encephalitis patient was the most nervous in the Department of General Surgery.

During routine ward rounds in the morning, noon and evening, this patient with encephalitis was always ranked first.

The doctors on duty are praying that the condition of the encephalitis patient will not continue to deteriorate, and that no new situation will occur.

In the intensive care unit, the hospital always brought two doctors into the ward.

The patient wears a breathing mask on his face, and instruments on both sides of the bed show the patient's vital signs at all times.

The patient's husband stayed by the patient's side decadently, and didn't even bother to visit the hospital when the doctor came in.

The general manager of the hospital routinely copied the patient's signs and data, and asked the patient's family members: "Family family, is there anything new about the patient's condition today?"

The patient's family members replied numbly: "Last week, my wife just had a headache, and now she is lying unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by you. What else do you want to know about his illness? I have no other desires now. I just hope my wife can be like the husband and wife when we came to the hospital."

Listening to the patient's unemotional statement, the two newly hired doctors silently bowed their heads behind the head of the hospital, ashamed and afraid to look at this man who was mentally exhausted and haggard after only a week of torture.

The hospital manager also said without confidence: "Family, you have to trust the professor. Professor Lai is a neurology expert who has returned from studying abroad. He will definitely be able to cure your wife's illness."

Since the last medical disturbance, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is still doing its best to turn the tide, and the aura that Lai Binren has just been hyped by the hospital is close to shattering.

Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at immunology, the initial confidence in general surgery was also hit. Faced with such lack of attitude, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak.Although Professor Lai prevaricated by saying that he was not good at immunology, the initial confidence in general surgery was also hit. Faced with such lack of attitude, he naturally did not have the confidence to speak.

(End of this chapter)