Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 451
"You were introduced by Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin and my grandfather are old comrades-in-arms for many years, so I have to take care of Mr. Lin's face."

Gong Lin said calmly to himself: "You go in later, it's better if you have a treatment idea. If you don't have it, it doesn't matter. If it is a traditional Chinese medicine prescription, then my grandfather will definitely not be able to use it."

"Oh."

Zhao Yifan responded indifferently, a little impatient in his heart, asking someone to see a doctor, and there are so many things to do, who is going to see a doctor for whom?

"Doctor Zhao, go to the living room and sit down first. I'll see if my grandpa has woken up."

Gong Lin said flatly, then turned and walked into another room.

After Zhao Yifan walked into the living room, he saw two people sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two of them looked back at the same time, and saw that it was Zhao Yifan who had come in, and they were stunned for an instant.

These two people are none other than Feng Lao and Liang Bin.

"Zhao Yifan, why are you here?"

Liang Bin looked at Zhao Yifan in astonishment, and was a little dazed for a moment.

You know, this nursing home is of a very high level, and all the old people who live here to spend their twilight years have made great contributions and sacrifices to the Huaxia Kingdom, so the security here is so strict that ordinary people can't come in at all.

How did Zhao Yifan get in here?

Elder Feng was also very surprised.

"Oh, I was entrusted by someone to come here to treat people."

Zhao Yifan said calmly, found an empty sofa and sat down.

"Helping people with medical treatment? You also came to help Mr. Gong see a doctor?"

Liang Bin frowned immediately, and looked at Zhao Yifan suspiciously, as if trying to tell from his face whether what Zhao Yifan said was true or not.

Zhao Yifan hummed.

"Xiao Zhao, are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Feng Lao suddenly asked a question.

"Yes."

Zhao Yifan nodded. Since he had heard Gong Lin's words before, he could guess the purpose of Feng Lao asking himself this question.

"Who sent you here?"

Seeing Zhao Yifan ignoring him, Liang Bin was a little unhappy and asked a question.

"Doctor Liang."

Zhao Yifan frowned, glanced at him, and said bluntly, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

"you……"

Liang Bin didn't expect that Zhao Yifan would dare to "contradict" himself, so he froze for a moment. Immediately, a surge of anger rose in his heart, and he snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, footsteps came from the door. An old man with gray hair and listless spirit walked in.

Behind the two, there was a middle-aged man in his 40s. When he saw Feng Lao and Liang Bin, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed.

"It's Shaogang."

Seeing Mr. Feng, Mr. Gong was a little surprised. He smiled and said, "Who alarmed you?"

"Mr. Gong, it is my duty to see a doctor for you."

Mr. Feng said with a smile: "How can you say it's a shock? It's a matter of course." Then, he pointed to Liang Bin beside him, and introduced him: "Mr. Gong, this is Liang Bin, we The director of the Third Hospital of Kyoto City is very skilled in medicine, and I came here today to help Liang Bin."

"Hello, Mr. Gong."

Seeing Mr. Gong, Liang Bin hurriedly stood up, and said with admiration from the bottom of his heart: "When I was in school, I read about your heroic deeds in textbooks. I am so happy to see you for the first time today."

Old Gong frowned slightly when he heard the words, waved his hands and said, "It's been a long history, so I won't mention it, I won't mention it."

Zhao Yifan noticed that Mr. Gong didn't seem to like to mention the past.

This is relatively rare among the elderly.

Someone once said that when a person is old, he will realize that in this life, nothing can be taken away or left behind. The only thing that can be taken away and left behind is his memories and memories about him .

So in life, when two old people sit and chat together, almost nine and a half out of ten sentences are all about the past and recalling what happened.

"No matter how old the history is, we should not forget it."

Liang Bin didn't notice Elder Gong's slight displeasure, and continued: "After all, you have made a lot of sacrifices and contributions to the country. Those of us who are juniors should always keep your achievements in mind so that we can be worthy Old heroes like you who have served their country."

"Dean Liang, Mr. Feng, hello."

The middle-aged man behind Mr. Gong, when he heard this, quickly interjected and said tactfully: "I am Jiang Tao, Mr. Gong's health care doctor. Mr. Gong has been feeling unwell recently and mentally exhausted. I think we should Otherwise, when Mr. Chen Gong is in a good mental state, hurry up and give Mr. Gong a diagnosis, okay?"

As he spoke, Jiang Tao winked at Liang Bin.

Liang Bin was slightly taken aback. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Gong who didn't seem very happy. A thought came to his mind: "Could it be that I said something wrong just now?" She smiled and said, "Okay, Doctor Jiang is right."

"what?"

After Mr. Gong sat on the sofa, he noticed Zhao Yifan next to him. He was taken aback for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Who is this young man?"

"Grandpa, this Dr. Zhao was introduced by Mr. Lin to treat you."

When Gong Lin heard this, he whispered something in Old Gong's ear.

"Oh?"

When Mr. Gong heard this, he immediately looked at Zhao Yifan differently. He and Mr. Lin had been comrades-in-arms for many years. He knew that Mr. Lin recommended Zhao Yifan to treat him, so naturally he would not underestimate Zhao Yifan just because he was young. With a smile, he nodded to Zhao Yifan and said, "Your surname is Zhao? Then I'll call you Xiao Zhao, is it okay?"

"Of course it's okay, Mr. Gong."

Zhao Yifan nodded with a smile.

Liang Bin felt a little dissatisfied at once. He was so polite and flattering to Mr. Gong just now, but Mr. Gong's face was still very ugly. Right now, Zhao Yifan didn't do anything, and he didn't know that Gong Lin said something in Mr. Gong's ear. What, it can make Mr. Gong look at him differently?
"Xiao Zhao, are you a native of Kyoto? From what I hear, your accent doesn't seem quite like it."

Mr. Gong asked Zhao Yifan with interest.

"Mr. Gong, I'm not a native of Kyoto City. It just so happens that I'm attending a medical exchange meeting in Kyoto City these few days, so I'm here."

Zhao Yifan replied with a smile.

For an old hero like Gong Lao, Zhao Yifan admired and respected him from the bottom of his heart.

"So it is."

Old Gong smiled.

"Old Gong."

Elder Feng said beside him: "Me and Liang Bin, we also rushed over from the venue of the medical exchange meeting. This Dr. Zhao Yifan, he is a representative sent by Qingzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Jiangnan Province."

"Well, I see."

As Gong Lao said, he yawned sickly.

Seeing this, Jiang Tao quickly said beside him: "Mr. Gong, you are not feeling well. I suggest you hurry up and let Dean Liang and the others help you diagnose, okay?"

"You little ginger."

Mr. Gong pointed at him, and said to Mr. Feng, Liang Bin and others with a smile: "No way, Xiao Jiang is my leader now, and I have to listen to him at any time."

When Jiang Tao heard this, he quickly said: "Mr. Gong, you have wronged me. Besides, if you really listened to me, you wouldn't have to ask Dean Liang and the others to treat you."

Mr. Gong smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Doctor Jiang, please also introduce Mr. Gong's condition, so that we can treat Mr. Gong as soon as possible, so that he will not be troubled by the disease."

Liang Bin said to Jiang Tao politely.

Although Jiang Tao has no job, but he is Mr. Gong's personal health care doctor, which is enough for Liang Bin, the dean of the third hospital, to be polite to Jiang Tao.

"Ok."

Jiang Tao took out a small notebook, flipped through it, and said, "Mr. Gong got a flu half a year ago. He had a fever for two days. His body temperature reached [-] degrees, and he also had some symptoms of vomiting. Afterwards, after I took medication, my body temperature dropped and my vomiting disappeared.”

"Well, Dr. Jiang, you continue to talk."

Liang Bin also took out a small notebook and quickly recorded on it. On the other hand, Mr. Feng and Zhao Yifan were listening carefully and did not record like him.

"But after he got better, Mr. Gong would get sick almost every month. The specific symptoms were almost exactly the same as those of the previous flu, with high fever and mild vomiting."

Jiang Tao said this, and said: "President Liang, every time Mr. Gong is sick, I am currently giving him medicines such as Baifulan, and adjust the dosage of medicines according to the symptoms of the disease. Here are the details. Can you take a look at his medication records?"

"OK, thanks."

Liang Bin nodded, took the small book in Jiang Tao's hand, and read it seriously.

Jiang Tao's little book is actually a case book. Of course, unlike the case book, this book only records the medical treatment given by Jiang Tao during Mr. Gong's illness.

As for past medical history and the like, it is impossible to see it in this book.

"This time, the reason why we invited Mr. Feng and Dean Liang... Oh, by the way, is Dr. Zhao."

When Jiang Tao said this, he remembered that there was another Zhao Yifan next to him. He smiled apologetically at Zhao Yifan, and continued: "It's because of Mr. Gong's condition, which has worsened this month. He is upset and suffers from insomnia. Meng, not wanting to eat, difficult to defecate, until today, Mr. Gong has not had a bowel movement for five days. At the same time, the symptoms of vomiting have become more serious. In the past three days, Mr. Gong has not eaten much, and there is no way to take it. The medicine, whether it is water, food or medicine, will be spit out as soon as it enters the stomach, and now I can only give Mr. Gong intravenous nutrition and injections to control Mr. Gong's body temperature so as not to have a fever."

"Old Feng."

Jiang Tao's eyes fell on Mr. Feng, who was contemplating beside him, and he asked for help, "You have excellent medical skills and rich experience. What do you think is the case with Mr. Gong?"

(End of this chapter)