White armor

Chapter 342 Whoever wants to do this surgery can do it. I can't do it.

Luo Hao was about to say something when suddenly the crowd opposite him started to make a commotion.

"Crack~~~"

The short and fat man surrounded by the crowd walked forward and slapped the man who was arguing with Chen Yong.

"Brother..." The man was stunned.

The short fat man slapped back with another slap, loud and crisp.

Loud and crisp, the finger marks on his face were so eye-catching.

The short and fat man didn't explain anything to the man. He just walked forward and bowed deeply.

"Master, I'm sorry, I don't know the rules of your temple."

"You don't know the rules of our Taoist temple, and you don't even know how to be a human being!" Chen Yong didn't even walk down the stairs and started cursing.

The short and fat boy's face looked extremely ugly, turning red and then white, and then white and then red.

But he held himself back, and bowed so deeply that his head almost touched the ground.

"Master, I'm sorry."

"you……"

Luo Hao grabbed Chen Yong's Taoist robe sleeve, signaling him to stop.

"It's the existence of people like you that makes them so arrogant!"

Luo Hao was stunned. How could Chen Yong implicate him? But at this moment, Chen Yong was going crazy, so Luo Hao chose to endure it.

As a man, you should have some dignity.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The short and fat boy didn't dare to retort.

"Master, we don't have any cash. Where is the QR code of your Taoist temple?" The other person forced himself to be alert and asked Chen Yong politely.

"Are you short of that little bit of money? Get out of here. The farther the better!" Chen Yong continued to curse.

Seeing that Chen Yong refused to listen and started to curse at them in a dirty way, the short and fat guy and his gang had no choice but to leave in shame.

"Wait a minute!" Chen Yong threw away his Taoist robe, exuding an ethereal air.

"Go smoke a cigarette. I'm dying of suffocation." Chen Yong turned around and his facial expression changed. He looked playful and not angry at all.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"I saw Director Geng go in. Is he behind the corner door? I guess the short fat guy was so polite because he saw Director Geng." Chen Yong was proud. "If I don't show off Director Geng, it would be like walking in the night in fine clothes."

Luo Hao spread his hands.

It turns out that Chen Yong knows everything and even knows how to use the opponent's strength to defeat him. I guess the short and fat guy is used to being domineering, but in this kind of situation, it's not about being high-ranking, but about being low-ranking.

In the province, except for the boss, everyone else would call Geng Qiang "Director Geng" when they see him.

He, as a director, is completely different from ordinary directors.

Lu Zhankai, he is awesome, but he is no match for Geng Qiang. Geng Qiang just twisted his mouth and Lu Zhankai was in trouble.

Of course, Geng Qiang usually wouldn't create such a strong enemy for himself.

The short and fat boy is of a high enough rank and has met Geng Qiang. He would never behave in front of Director Geng Qiang.

After entering the corner gate, Geng Qiang looked Chen Yong up and down with a smile.

"Doctor Chen, you can do this too." Geng Qiang bluntly exposed Chen Yong's little trick.

"I returned to China after getting my magician diploma in the UK and lived in Qingcheng Mountain for a while."

"Qingcheng disciples?"

"No, no, I'm just an auditor. I have a master, but he's not serious. He trades stocks every day." Chen Yong said politely. He reached out his hand to touch Luo Hao's body, took out a cigarette, and shook it out.

"No, thank you." Geng Qiang refused. Chen Yong lit a cigarette himself and took a deep puff.

"I won't come again." Chen Yong said, "Ever since the Taoist temple was designated as a scenic spot and had to be open for business, it's no fun at all. There are too many people."

"This is also for the province's economy. Twenty-two pit barbecue restaurants and homestays have been opened in several towns at the foot of the mountain. This is just the beginning, and the scale will be even larger in the future," said Geng Qiang.

Eh? Geng Qiang has something important to do, Luo Hao thought.

He actually knew the number twenty-two by heart.

However, Luo Hao was not too surprised. The top talents must have entered the system, and then the luckiest ones were selected to continue moving up.

"That's what Lao Qi said, just consider it as accumulating merit. But there are too many of them, it's annoying to look at them."

"Are you also talking about merit?" Geng Qiang wondered.

"During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Taoism had already proposed the concept of merit. They all learned it from my Taoism! My Taoism is the best in the world! We are just too lazy to compete."

"Yes, yes, you Taoists are awesome." Luo Hao said perfunctorily.

While smoking, Chen Yong began to talk about the history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and he mentioned obscure words such as Gao Huan and Yubi all at once.

"Have you studied it?" Luo Hao asked in surprise.

"My master has been telling me recently that he is following a book called 'Strange Tales of the Northern Qi Dynasty'."

"Be serious, Brother Qiang is very busy."

"What I said is not serious at all. Taoism did propose the concept of merit during the great integration of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Now, beating a wooden fish and getting +1 merit is a sign of being uncultured."

Luo Hao thought about it, took out his cell phone, and patted Chen Yong for the first time.

Patted Chen Yong's wooden fish, merit +1.

Hahahaha, this guy says one thing but his body is very honest.

After hurriedly smoking a cigarette, Chen Yong went to tell fortunes again.

Looking at the people queuing, Geng Qiang said with a smile, "I heard that this place is very effective."

"Find an opportunity to ask Chen Yong to pray for you."

Luo Hao was really considerate. He just raised the topic himself and Geng Qiang continued talking. Geng Qiang was very satisfied with this.

"Then I won't stay." Geng Qiang said, "I still have a contract to sign when I go back. I have to ask the leader for instructions first. There are too many things to do."

Just as he was about to leave, Geng Qiang was stunned by what he saw.

Luo Hao turned around and saw Zhuzi peeking out, and below was half of Dahei's face.

The two guys were so trusting, they wanted to see and know everything. Luo Hao had no choice but to chase them back and send Geng Qiang down the mountain.

After returning, Luo Hao was asked by several people to help draw fortunes.

How could he? Luo Hao’s resentment towards Zhuzi and Dahei became even deeper.

If it weren't for these two bastards messing around, I wouldn't be wandering around the Taoist temple in my Taoist robe.

"Cough cough cough~~~"

A violent coughing sound was heard.

Luo Hao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired old man sitting on the ground, coughing violently.

He looked listless and his face was red due to the violent coughing.

Luo Hao could hear the sound of asthma while coughing.

After opening the AI ​​diagnosis, Luo Hao was surprised to see diagnoses such as tachycardia and arrhythmia.

The old man was in poor health, so a similar diagnosis was expected, but Luo Hao always felt that something was wrong.

It’s not that Luo Hao thinks that if you are sick you should go to the hospital and not come to the Taoist temple. Luo Hao has always been very tolerant of similar things.

"Old man." Luo Hao walked forward.

When the old man saw Luo Hao, he hurried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, his coughing became more intense.

Luo Hao reached out and patted the old man gently on the back.

This action is not meaningless. Luo Hao believes that the action of patting the back originated from turning over and knocking the back to cough up phlegm.

"Taoist Priest..."

"I'm not." Luo Hao quickly explained, "What are you doing?"

"I came here to ask for a fortune, and said... cough cough cough..."

The old man kept coughing.

"Were you ill some time ago?"

"I had a fever, and I didn't know what virus it was. After I recovered, I kept coughing." The old man answered Luo Hao's questions while coughing.

Luo Hao could even feel that the old man's arrhythmia became more serious as he spoke.

He was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

"I had a fever some time ago and it didn't get better. It felt like the virus from a few years ago." The old man coughed for a long time before saying this.

"Did you go to the hospital?"

"I went, I went, I went." The old man explained quickly, "Why would I come to ask the Taoist priest for help when the doctor can solve the problem?"

"..." Luo Hao was choked and speechless.

What kind of words are you talking about?

"The doctor said that this wave of fever was basically caused by mycoplasma and prescribed me the right medicine."

"What to eat?"

"Shuermei?"

"..." Luo Hao scratched his head. "Shuermei is a kind of elastic stockings, which is clinically used to treat varicose veins of the lower limbs, and there are related products such as sanitary napkins. You are using Xishumei, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes~~~cough cough cough~~~"

The old man was a little agitated and kept coughing.

Luo Hao was not in a hurry. He squatted in front of the old man and waited patiently.

He could see the spit spraying on himself, but still didn't dodge.

After more than ten seconds, the old man felt better.

When the family saw Luo Hao wearing a Taoist robe, they did not expect him to be there and searched his pocket for the medicine the old man had taken before.

Xishumei, Dalian, the kind produced by Pfizer, and some expectorant drugs.

Luo Hao squinted and stared at him out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, Luo Hao saw the medicine he wanted to see.

Compound methoxyphenamine capsules, Asmei!

The medicine is the right medicine for the symptoms, but when they are mixed together, something bad happens. That's how it is.

"Okay, your case isn't too serious, nothing's wrong, I'll go find Chen...he's here to take a look at you."

Luo Hao stood up.

"no, I'm fine."

The old man and the people who came with him hurried to stop them.

The group of people just now looked ferocious and obviously gangsters. They wanted to cut in line but were scolded by the young Taoist priest and finally left in shame.

Yourself?

just forget it.

Luo Hao didn't say anything and walked straight to Chen Yong.

Chen Yong looked at the person in front of him, interpreted the fortune simply, and then stood up.

"what happened?"

"He took Xishumei and Asmei together. There's something wrong. It's a drug reaction. Let him go to the hospital as soon as possible." Luo Hao lowered his voice and said, "Small hospitals won't work. He has to go to the provincial hospital at least."

"Isn't it okay?"

"Asmei contains aminophylline, methoxyphenamine, narcotine, and chlorpheniramine; Xishumei: a liver enzyme inhibitor, can reduce the metabolism of aminophylline, significantly increase the blood concentration of aminophylline, and cause aminophylline poisoning.

Patients experience muscle tremors, tachycardia, arrhythmia, and in severe cases, respiratory and cardiac arrest leading to death.”

Chen Yong just asked casually, but he didn't expect Luo Hao to actually take the time to explain it to him, and explained it in such detail.

After he finished listening and nodded, Chen Yong knew the seriousness of the matter.

Luo Hao patiently gave a detailed explanation, estimating that the old man was in some danger.

So Chen Yong walked over directly. The patient didn't have any serious problems. These mutually contraindicated drugs might cause serious complications, but it was just a possibility.

Arrhythmia still needs to be treated, but Luo Hao didn't care.

As for what Chen Yong said, Luo Hao didn't care.

Turn the virtual into the real, turn the three disasters and six calamities into diseases, and they will be fine after going to the hospital for treatment. This is the rhetoric Chen Yong once used.

Chen Yong is more professional in this area, and Luo Hao doesn't want to get involved.

As for these two drugs, Luo Hao thought there was a certain probability that the doctors in the local hospital did not understand them and prescribed them together.

But it is also possible that the elderly person has asthma on a daily basis and takes Asmacil for a long time.

I had a fever and went to the hospital, but the local doctor did not examine me carefully and made some omissions, which caused my illness to become more and more serious.

Back in the backyard, Luo Hao chatted with Danizi while drinking tea. With Zhuzi and Dahei by his side, he felt quite comfortable.

In less than 20 minutes, Chen Yong rushed in.

"Luo Hao, why don't you take the patient back to the hospital?"

"My clothes are soaked. Can I go back wearing this?"

"What if there's a cardiac arrest?"

"Huh?" Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong in surprise. "Obsessive-compulsive disorder can be contagious? Why do I feel like your obsessive-compulsive disorder is more serious than mine?"

"I'm just asking." Chen Yong sat on the small stool next to him with a smile, and the girl poured him a cup of tea.

"This is life. Next time you come, go to the front and interpret the fortune for people. I'll take Zhuzi and Dahei to play. By the way, are they really competing for favor?"

“I can’t interpret the lot.”

"I can always say something auspicious. It doesn't matter. Just say whatever is nice. Today, I have said that three children are boys and girls under the seat of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva."

“?!” Luo Hao was stunned.

"Well, it's a psychological suggestion. There will be great things in the future! If you are willing to listen, I will just say it. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl under the Three Pure Ones. The ancestor will never blame me for such a small matter." Chen Yong said with a smile.

Luo Hao took another careful look at the extra luck value that Chen Yong had gained from praying on the system panel.

If it weren't for the system authentication, Luo Hao would think Chen Yong was a liar.

"Hey, azithromycin and compound methoxyphenamine can't be taken together? What else?" Chen Yong asked while sipping tea.

Chen Yong is usually not so studious, he just wants to be lazy!
Luo Hao lay on a bamboo chair, eyes slightly closed. "Antihypertensive drugs and grapefruit cannot be taken together. Not all antihypertensive drugs, but patients won't remember if you say it too carefully. Just don't let patients with high blood pressure eat grapefruit."

"There's more." Chen Yong took a sip of tea.

"Huoxiang Zhengqi Water cannot be taken together with cephalexin."

"Do you know that there is an improved version of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water?" Chen Yong asked.

"I know, there's one without alcohol, but patients still have to differentiate, it's better to just cut it off."

"Luo Hao, can't you be more professional?"

“I’m already very professional, okay?”

Luo Hao stretched out his hand and half a head came over.

Chen Yong was dumbfounded. He watched Zhuzi and Dahei snarling at each other, and finally they behaved themselves after being slapped in the face by Luo Hao.

Zhuzi was fine, but Dahei only had half of his face, which was covered with scars and looked a little weird.

Luo Hao didn't use any force, he just warned the two little guys.

After being beaten, Zhuzi took the initiative to come to Dahei. It seemed to sense Luo Hao's emotions and raised its hand to touch Dahei.

"Roar~~~" The hair on Dahei's back stood up and he stared at Zhuzi fiercely.

"Let me touch you."

Dahei immediately became obedient and lay down feeling aggrieved.

"Be gentle, let's play with Dahei."

Zhuzi also became obedient, retracted his claws, and carefully approached Dahei.

Chen Yong was surprised. Not only Zhuzi but even Dahei was obedient and clever in front of Luo Hao. This guy was really born to be a breeder.

He is good at feeding pigs.

"There are many more. Take your time." Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong with a smile, "What did you tell the patient?"

"No need to say." Chen Yong shook his clothes. "Old Qi is good at rooting, and everyone believes it. To be honest, this kind of medical ethics is many times better than wearing white clothes in the hospital."

Luo Hao sighed.

Such absurd words came out of Chen Yong's mouth, but Luo Hao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

What the fuck.

Forget it.

Luo Hao didn't want to think about it, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

[As the saying goes, a man is a young man until he dies~]

Luo Hao picked up the phone and saw that it was Meng Liangren calling. He glanced at Chen Yong.

"I'm just being lazy."

"So many people are waiting for you to get psychological counseling, why are you being lazy?"

Chen Yong's lips moved, as if he was saying something cursing, he threw away his Taoist robe, turned around and left.

"Chen Yong does look a bit like an immortal." Wang Jiani commented with a smile.

After Chen Yong disappeared from the corner door, Luo Hao answered the phone.

"Meng, what's wrong?"

"Professor Luo, the things you ordered have arrived."

"Okay, what do you think?" Luo Hao asked.

"The pen is very useful." Meng Liangren said with a smile, "It's Doctor Chen's birthday, Professor Luo, why did you order a pen for yourself as well?"

"I don't want to make a fuss. I never celebrate my birthday."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jiani asked with her big eyes flashing, "Luo Hao, Chen Yong is going to have a birthday?"

"Well, give him some small gifts."

"What to give? Should I also think about giving him a gift?"

"No need, I've already given it to you." Luo Hao raised his hand, and Zhuzi immediately gave his head to Luo Hao.

Zhuzi rubbed Luo Hao's hands and gave his seat to Dahei.

"I prepared lightning-struck wood for him. Taoists seem to like these things, as well as copper coins."

"Copper coins?"

"It's used to ward off evil spirits. He likes the weird and supernatural ones the most." Luo Hao said disdainfully.

The days in the mountains were indeed quiet and peaceful, and Luo Hao even had the illusion that there was no time in the mountains and that he could not tell the years until the cold ended.

……

"Call Director Shen." Yuan Xiaoli, wearing a lead suit, kicked open the airtight lead door and said in a muffled voice.

He didn't speak in a soft voice at all, but instead roared, suppressing the anger in his heart.

If the patient wasn't under local anesthesia, Yuan Xiaoli would have smashed something.

Yuan Xiaoli didn't lose the last bit of his sanity because of the patient's presence. However, it was obvious to the naked eye that he was on the verge of a rampage.

Technician No. 66 quickly stood up and pushed a chair towards Yuan Xiaoli.

"Director Yuan, sit down, sit down." Yuan Xiaoli, wearing a lead suit, sat down on a chair and almost broke it.

"The operation didn't go well?"

"Damn it, whoever inserts the catheter can perform the surgery. I can't do any of this surgery!" Yuan Xiaoli came to the operating room, spoke more freely, and started cursing directly.

"Is the catheter so difficult to use?" asked Technician No. 66.

"It's like overcooked noodles, so soft and watery that I can't even lift it up." Yuan Xiaoli said, "Call Director Shen, quickly, the patient is still bleeding."

Technician No. 66 was stunned. He thought that Yuan Xiaoli came out to complain about the unsuccessful operation, to calm down, and then go back in.

I didn't expect that I would actually have to look for Director Shen Zizai.

When was the last time Yuan Xiaoli asked Director Shen to save Taiwan?

It seems that nothing like this has happened since Director Yuan Xiaoli came to the First Hospital of Medical University and was in charge of all emergency surgeries.

Without time to think, Technician No. 66 picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"Director Shen, Director Yuan didn't complete the operation."

"Oh oh oh, good."

"The patient is a patient with ruptured and bleeding liver cancer. His blood pressure is okay and is temporarily stable."

After hanging up the phone, Technician No. 66 was tactful and didn't dare to say another word.

He just wanted to wash my feet. He was a simple person. His IQ and EQ were not high, but they were enough.

It didn't need to be seen that Yuan Xiaoli was so angry that he almost ignited his lead suit.

Shutting his mouth, Technician No. 66 hid in Yuan Xiaoli's blind spot.

Today is the weekend and the head nurse is not here. Director Yuan is going to go crazy... Technician No. 66 thought for a long time and tiptoed out.

"Hello, Professor Luo?"

"Yes, yes, there is a patient with ruptured liver cancer and bleeding over here. Director Yuan's surgery did not go well."

"I can see it on the video, but Director Yuan just can't get in today's selection."

"What's the problem...No problem. Director Yuan had instant noodles for lunch today. Could it be that mushrooms grew on the noodles? Is he hallucinating?"

"I'm serious... Professor Luo." Technician No. 66 thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his head, "Oh, I remember now! Didn't we switch to the centralized procurement pipes, the ones from Apt? We won't purchase Cordis pipes anymore, and there's actually not much difference in the money."

"I don't know. I heard what the head nurse said over the weekend. I just listened to it."

"Would you like to take a look? Director Yuan has suffered a mental breakdown." Technician No. 66 said respectfully.

"I've already called Director Shen, but I feel like Director Shen and Director Yuan are about the same level."

"Okay!"

Technician No. 66 hung up the phone happily.

Calling people on weekends is a very annoying thing, but Technician No. 66 didn't realize it.

If there is any problem, call someone. Technician No. 66 has heard this sentence from Luo Hao many times, and Zhuang Yan from the medical team has learned it and used it.

And this time things were a bit strange. The operation was actually not difficult, and Yuan Xiaoli could complete it in one hour.

But now two and a half hours have passed since the start of the operation, and Yuan Xiaoli announced that the operation had failed.

The patient's liver tumor is still bleeding. Delaying the emergency treatment for even one second would be a crime.

If not now, when?
Technician No. 66 laughed, as if he had become a member of Luo Hao's medical team.

Back in the operating room, Yuan Xiaoli was cursing in a low voice. The curses were totally unbearable to listen to. Yuan Xiaoli pulled out the grass on the graves of the parents and ancestors of the relevant personnel, and then burned the coffin boards.

Gradually, Technician No. 66 also understood.

The newly purchased catheter is soft and flabby, and is not easy to use, or even unusable.

Yuan Xiaoli put all the blame on Shen Zizai.

After all, the director is here to take the blame. If the operation cannot be performed, the director should take the blame.

23 minutes later, Shen Zizai changed his clothes and walked in wearing a sterile cap.

"Director Yuan, what's going on?"

"Director Shen, my catheterization skills are not good enough to perform the operation. 'You' are the director, you have the highest skills, please perform a demonstration operation."

"???"

"!!!"

Yuan Xiaoli did not hide his sarcastic tone at all, and the air was frozen.

(End of this chapter)