"Kobayashi, how are you doing recently? If you want me to retire, how old can you do it?"

"Am I worried?" the patient sat on the hospital bed and sighed, "The young man was frivolous in doing things. When the board meeting was held half a year ago, a small retail shareholder in Xiangjiang asked something, and this incompetent thing actually started arguing with her."

Zhou Congwen took a look at the "unsuperior thing". He was nearly fifty years old, shrewd and strong, and he was steady.

After hearing what the patient said, the patient's son moved his lips, but he didn't say anything.

"I initially diagnosed your disease as allergic lung disease." Mr. Huang brought the topic back, "Tell me, have you come into contact with a stranger or something strange recently?"

"No." The patient shook his head firmly, "Don't you know my life routine yet."

"I started my business at the age of 53, but I have actually missed a great time."

"You have connections, and it's nothing difficult. Not to mention starting a business, you're a natural result." Huang Lao smiled, "Tell me serious."

"Some of them have wider connections than me, but not most of them die in gentle villages, and they are not as good as the wine pool and meat forest every day."

"I have been swimming 3,000 meters every day since 1977, regardless of wind or rain."

Speaking of this, the patient coughed and waited for him to get better, Huang Lao said, "That's right, at that time, you had a knee problem and you ran half a horse every day, but I stopped him. If you hadn't changed the exercise method, you would have had joint replacement long ago."

"I insisted well, I'm super self-disciplined." The patient was a little proud.

"Okay." Huang Lao said, "Do you insist on taking a cold bath every day?"

"Of course, I don't dare to swim in winter, for fear of cramps dying inside. In fact, I am still adapting to temperature and other things. Lao Huang, you don't have this kind of self-discipline."

"It's great not to stand under a dangerous wall." Mr. Huang seemed to have not heard the following sentence.

"Eat breakfast every day..."

The patient began to nag about his work, daily life and diet.

Zhou Congwen was surprised to find that the old man had too strict requirements for him, and his work and rest rules were extremely strict. He was swimming, breakfast, lunch, meeting, and meetings until dinner, entertainment, and sleeping clearly.

The patient understood that in the past six months, he had never seen strangers except for a few important figures in the business world.

Zhou Congwen also understands it very well.

People like the old man in front of you are not something ordinary people can see casually.

But the more regular his behavior is, the harder it is to diagnose the disease.

Allergic pneumonia always has allergens. It’s not that patients have not left the imperial capital in the past six months. They usually have a line of time, and there is no newly renovated place, and they rarely come into contact with people.

Zhou Congwen now has only one guess - diet.

Mr. Huang did not rush to draw a conclusion, but continued to chat with the patient.

In the eyes of others, every word he said was aimless, but Zhou Congwen knew that his boss had one thing in common - allergens.

Speaking of allergens, this is the most troublesome thing.

Zhou Congwen has met patients who are allergic to antihypertensive drugs that have been taken orally for more than 10 years. It is almost impossible to accurately find allergens in similar situations.

The patient in front of him has regular and rigid work and rest, and is pursuing a hundred years of life. Zhou Congwen even knew that he wanted to live another five hundred years.

Who knows which allergies are allergic?

Huang Lao chatted with the patient for an hour before saying goodbye and leaving.

After leaving the ward, Zhou Congwen asked, "Boss, do you find any problem?"

"No." Huang Lao shook his head, "It may be caused by diet, but it feels that the chance is relatively small."

Zhou Congwen initially believed that it was caused by diet, but as the boss asked about the medical history bit by bit, he also felt that there was little possibility of this problem.

Diagnosis is at a deadlock.

Director Lu and a group of doctors stood honestly at the door of the ward. When they heard Mr. Huang say this, they were also a little disappointed.

"Boss, the boss, give glucocorticoids a try," Zhou Congwen suggested.

"This is a must, but where is the allergen?" Old Huang frowned and walked forward with his hands behind his back. Zhou Congwen felt the surging fighting spirit on his boss.

"Xiao Zhou, Zhou Congwen, right?" Director Lu asked, leaning over Zhou Congwen.

"Hello, Director Lu." Zhou Congwenke greeted politely.

"I have long admired Daming, but this time I went to the British Duke to go out to the United Kingdom?"

"It's okay, the operation has been completed, it's quite successful." Zhou Congwen replied vaguely.

"You are considering..." Director Lu asked directly after greeting.

Zhou Congwen shook his head.

Director Lu said, "The patient's family has been saying that they want to go to Mayo, or just..."

"Mayo can't solve it." Old Huang walked in front with his back and bowed his hands. Although he was old, he didn't have his ears. He definitely said after hearing Director Lu's words.

"Old Huang." Director Lu smiled bitterly.

"Where is the patient's family?" Huang Lao turned around and glanced at the middle-aged man who saw him at the door of the ward, so he waved, "Kobayashi, come."

"Uncle Huang." The patient's family called and ran to Mr. Huang.

"Let me find someone to take me to your dad's place to see."

"Ah?" The patient's family was stunned.

"I don't know what allergy is, the boss wants to take a look at the place where he usually lives." Zhou Congwen explained.

Not solving the case, do you still have to go to the scene?

The patient's family was stunned, but did not refuse or refuse, but instead invited a young man to accompany Mr. Huang.

The young man is the patient's grandson. Although he is young, he looks very sensible and is not an ordinary playboy. He is especially polite to Mr. Huang.

"I'll go and take a look, you guys are busy." Old Huang waved his hand and said to Director Lu.

Director Lu looked at Huang Lao's hunched back and was dazed until long after Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen's figure disappeared, she was still standing there watching.

"Director, what is Mr. Huang going to do?" asked in an unknown way.

"I don't know either." Director Lu shook his head.

"Why does it feel like Mr. Huang is solving a case?" the hospitalized officer asked in confusion, "What can I find by going to the patient's house?"

"I guess Mr. Huang is looking for allergens, but he is not a professional policeman, where to look for it." Director Lu didn't understand either, but she didn't dare or was willing to persuade Mr. Huang.

The majesty that has been left behind and the experience of curing the disease for many years made Director Lu feel that although logically speaking, Mr. Huang should have gained nothing, but who knows?

If there is someone who can give a diagnosis, only Mr. Huang will not be able to go to Mayo.

...

...

Zhou Congwen accompanied his boss into the car. A heavy old red flag looked a bit like the car Liu Xiaobing gave Zhou Congwen.

After getting on the car, Mr. Huang stopped talking to Zhou Congwen, but closed his eyes as if he was thinking.

If the eyeballs hadn't occasionally moved their eyelids slightly, it would have been like Mr. Huang was already asleep.
Chapter completed!