Chapter 165 Maybe I Got It Wrong

"Yes."

A voice sounded, but it was Liu Hongbo who spoke.

Everyone was stunned.

Liu Hongbo, an honest man with a serious face, said: "Professor Zhao is a famous and authoritative professor in our internal medicine department. You have seen his medical skills just now. Since Professor Zhao said you are sick, you are naturally sick, no doubt about it!" After speaking, he did not forget to smile at Zhao Yifan flatteringly.

Hao Feng snorted softly, thinking to himself, this Liu Hongbo's medical skills are not very good, but his ability to flatter people is good, these words are obviously meant for himself.I listened outside for a while before, but I never heard Liu Hongbo have such a polite attitude towards Dr. Zhao!

The middle-aged woman came back to her senses, looked at Liu Hongbo contemptuously, curled her lips, snorted disdainfully, and said, "Nonsense, Professor Zhao, a genius doctor, can still be fooled? I still need you to come here to prove it." ? That's hilarious!"

Liu Hongbo's face turned red in a flash, he coughed dryly, and said subtly, "I'm explaining to your man."

"cut!"

The middle-aged woman said contemptuously: "You need to explain this? We are neither blind nor stupid. Some people have mediocre medical skills and only talk nonsense to patients. We can only trust the punctuation at most. Symbols! But of course, we firmly believe in the words of a genius doctor like Professor Zhao, so do we need someone to explain it?"

Liu Hongbo was extremely embarrassed, and cursed secretly in his heart.

"Hehe, your illness is actually more or less related to menopausal syndrome."

Zhao Yifan smiled, and said softly: "Director Liu and the others couldn't be considered completely wrong just now."

The middle-aged woman shut her mouth when she heard it. She didn't understand anything, but since Zhao Yifan said so, she naturally believed it.

Liu Hongbo gave Zhao Yifan a grateful look, and he could tell that Zhao Yifan was speaking for him. Thinking of his previous attitude towards Zhao Yifan, Liu Hong felt ashamed and felt a little hot on his face.

Zhao Yifan is not a showy person, and considering that he will lead Zhu Zhigang to practice in the affiliated hospital for a period of time, it is not good to make the relationship too stiff. Naturally, he won't be ignoring himself like he did a few days ago.

But if Liu Hongbo doesn't know what's interesting, then it's a different matter.

"Professor Zhao."

The honest man who hadn't interrupted for a long time couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with me?"

Zhao Yifan stared at him with a smile, and slowly, the smile disappeared from his face, shook his head, and muttered softly: "Could it be that I read it wrong?" As he spoke, he slightly raised his volume , said with a serious expression: "Come here, I have to take your pulse to be sure."

Everyone in the consulting room was shocked, their eyes subconsciously fell on the honest man.

Just now, Zhao Yifan just took a few glances at the couple, and then casually described their illnesses clearly. He even described the situation of the honest man suffering from gastric ulcer ten years ago, which was absolutely correct.

Right now, even Zhao Yifan needs to feel his pulse before he can determine what kind of disease the honest man has. Everyone has thought of a possibility at the same time—it seems that he must have some kind of difficult and serious disease!
"Professor Zhao!"

The middle-aged woman became anxious immediately, "What's wrong with my man?"

"It's hard to say."

Zhao Yifan shook his head, showing a forced smile, "I can't be sure until I feel the pulse, don't worry."

The middle-aged woman saw his "reluctantly" smile clearly, her heart skipped a beat, and she urged the dazed honest man, "Why are you still in a daze? Sit down quickly and let Professor Zhao check it out for you." .”

The honest man let out an oh, and sat down in a panic, flustered.

"Don't be nervous, just relax."

Zhao Yifan comforted him, "If you are nervous, your body will react accordingly, so I can't make a very accurate judgment."

"Yes, it's Professor Zhao, I'm not nervous."

The honest man responded repeatedly, but a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Zhao Yifan put his hand on his pulse, without reminding, everyone in the consulting room subconsciously held their breath, for fear of disturbing Zhao Yifan's judgment.

"Well, switch hands."

It took Zhao Yifan a full five or six minutes before he withdrew his hand, and then he was on the other wrist of the honest man for the same five or six minutes.

However, this is not the end yet.

He frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and asked the honest man to put the previous hand up, and took the honest man's pulse again.

The middle-aged woman next to her was so nervous that her palms were sweating!

"Has it been since last year that your stomach hurts every now and then? It seems that your old problem of gastric ulcer is more serious than before?"

Zhao Yifan looked at the honest man seriously.

The middle-aged woman's heart trembled. She thought about it carefully, and it was indeed as Liu Qing said. Since last year, her man's stomach problems seemed to have become more serious, and he had to buy medicine every now and then.

But over the years, she has long been used to it. If Zhao Yifan hadn't pointed it out, she really wouldn't have noticed.

"Yes."

The honest man nodded, and asked cautiously, "Professor Zhao, who am I?"

Zhao Yifan waved his hand and asked an inexplicable question: "How old are you this year?"

"47 is old."

The honest man said.

"Oh! Only 47 years old."

Zhao Yifan sighed, his eyes were full of pity and sympathy, he shook his head, and said regretfully, "What a pity..."

The middle-aged woman, the hairs all over her body stood on end, with an ominous omen in her heart, she said in a trembling voice: "Zhao, Professor Zhao, I, my man, what's wrong with him, what's wrong with him?"

"Ugh!"

Zhao Yifan sighed heavily, but said nothing.

Liu Hongbo next to him, seeing Zhao Yifan's appearance, suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart, and blurted out: "Could it be that the stomach disease has turned into stomach cancer?"

"what?"

The honest man froze instantly as if struck by lightning, his face pale.

The middle-aged woman also lost all color on her face, and her brain went blank!
"Director Liu!"

Zhao Yifan turned his head and glanced at Liu Hongbo with displeasure: "I remember that the hospital has a rule that it is strictly forbidden to discuss the condition in front of patients. Have you forgotten?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Zhao."

Liu Hongbo came to his senses, apologized quickly, and didn't dare to say anything more, but he thought to himself, even if you are a fool, you can tell that you must be seriously ill, even if I don't tell them, they can guess it.

"Professor Zhao!"

The middle-aged woman burst into tears and grabbed Zhao Yifan's hand, "Please, save my man!" After Liu Hongbo told about stomach cancer, Zhao Yifan did not refute, but said that he should not discuss the disease in front of the patient. , do I need to say more?

Obviously it is the default!

The honest man came back to his senses, stood up abruptly, knocked down the stool out of excitement, made a bang, and shouted loudly: "Professor Zhao, are you sure that I have stomach cancer?" In fact, he I already believed in this result in my heart, but still had a fluke mentality, hoping that Zhao Yifan had misdiagnosed.

"Hey, you go to another hospital for another checkup."

Zhao Yifan shook lightly, broke away from the middle-aged woman's hand, sighed and said: "I suggest you go to a few big hospitals in Kyoto City for a detailed examination, maybe it's possible that I'm wrong."

"impossible."

The middle-aged woman shook her head again and again, and said in a daze, "How could you be wrong...Professor Zhao, you, are you really helpless?" She looked at Zhao Yifan pleadingly.

"This patient, don't get too excited."

Liu Hongbo interjected and said: "Cancer is a problem that is difficult to overcome in the current history of world medicine. This is not only something that Professor Zhao can't do, but everyone can't do anything about it... Sigh, you should hurry up and lead your way." Husband should go to a big hospital for examination and diagnosis."

If it were someone else, then Liu Hongbo would not believe it. He could have concluded that the patient had cancer just by asking a simple consultation. The diagnosis of cancer requires various medical imaging examinations, such as various radiography, MRI, Blood tests, etc., I have never heard of a Chinese medicine doctor who dares to diagnose a patient with cancer just by relying on the pulse number.

But Zhao Yifan's unusually serious expression just now was enough to prove everything.

Now Liu Hongbo asked the middle-aged couple to go to a big hospital for a diagnosis. Actually, he didn't want them to bother Zhao Yifan anymore.

"Well, that's right, maybe I'm wrong or not."

Zhao Yifan nodded in agreement, and said: "You should hurry up and go to the hospital in Kyoto City for an examination, and the local hospital in Qingzhou City, forget it, the test results may not be very accurate."

The middle-aged couple left the affiliated hospital in a daze.

"Hao Ting, Professor Zhao, you two should chat first."

Liu Hongbo greeted Hao Feng and Zhao Yifan respectfully and with interest.

Hao Feng had no expression on his face, and remained silent indifferently.

Liu Hongbo didn't dare to say anything more, and led Dr. Wang and others out, feeling uneasy for a while. Judging from Hao Feng's performance just now, it was obvious that Hao Feng was very familiar with Zhao Yifan and had a good relationship.

Hao Feng is the supervisor of the medical system, and the bad impression he left in his heart will affect his future promotion.

As the director of the Department of Internal Medicine, Liu Hongbo is expected to be nominated as the vice president by the end of the year. After so many years, he finally made it to this point. Just at this juncture, when such a thing happened, Liu Hongbo's guts turned green with regret. I was thinking about how to fix it.

"Hao Ting, sit down first, I will have a few words with my students."

Zhao Yifan pointed to the chair with a smile, Hao Feng hesitated for a moment, thinking in his heart, he didn't mind waiting for a few more minutes, and sat down.

"Zhigang."

Zhao Yifan looked at Zhu Zhigang, "I asked you to take the pulse just now, tell me your judgment, what symptoms do you think the middle-aged woman patient has?"

(End of this chapter)

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