"Surprised." Chi Ping'an jumped over, looking like a boy of his age, full of energy and mischievousness, and no longer as sullen as before.
"Doctor Zeng." Mrs. Chi came over and explained with a smile: "Doctor Lu has been recuperating Ping An's health. He is much better now."
Hearing this, Doctor Zeng frowned subconsciously.
Doctor Lu? That young girl? Isn’t this nonsense? That girl hasn’t even graduated yet.
Dr. Zeng wanted to say a few words, but he swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
After all, the other party is also a doctor invited by the master, so it's not good for him to talk behind his back.
The old doctor sat on the stone bench and stretched out his hand to signal Chi Pingan to come over so that he could feel for his pulse.
Don't let that little girl treat herself randomly, or she'll be in trouble if her condition becomes serious.
He needs to adjust it.
Chi Pingan came over obediently and sat on the stone bench on the other side.
Dr. Zeng placed his index and middle fingers on the young man's wrist and carefully felt the pulse.
"Huh?" Dr. Zeng frowned and motioned to Chi Ping'an to switch to his other hand so that he could cut again.
Mrs. Chi stood aside and saw that Dr. Zeng looked wrong, a little nervous, and her heart was extremely tense.
"Doctor, is he okay?" She asked cautiously.
Doctor Zeng ignored it and directly felt the pulse of the boy's hand.
This time, the expression on his face was even more surprised, and in the end he couldn't control it at all.
"How is this possible?" He stood up and looked at Chi Pingan carefully and repeatedly, "It's impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."
He frowned: "No, you have to go to the hospital now, right away."
Mrs. Chi was so frightened by Doctor Zeng's words that she almost cried: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Ping An?"
Dr. Zeng nodded solemnly: "Well, it's wrong, it's too wrong, it's very wrong!"
Mrs. Chi almost fell down and managed to hold on by holding on to the stone table with both hands: "What's wrong?"
Dr. Zeng: “He is so healthy!”
Mrs. Chi: "..."
If it weren't for your age, I would really want to spit in your face, not in such a threatening way.
Chi Pingan was also speechless and helped his mother up: "You scared my mother."
After tightening and relaxing, Mrs. Chi took a deep breath and relaxed completely. At this moment, her whole body felt weak and she couldn't even sit still.
Sitting on the stone bench, I had to lean on Chi Pingan.
Dr. Zeng really didn't think much about it. Seeing Mrs. Chi's condition, he realized that what he just said was too scary.
He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too surprised."
"However." He changed his tone, "I still have to go to the hospital for a detailed examination."
Mrs. Chi also wanted to go, but she was worried about Lu Xixin, so she hesitated and asked Dr. Zeng: "You just felt Ping An's pulse. Is he really okay?"
Dr. Zeng: "I'm not sure. It's best to go to the hospital. Check carefully, do CT scan, and take photos." This is a habit developed in the provincial hospital. Without seeing the test list, one will not easily draw conclusions.
Times have changed, and Chinese medicine must also keep pace with the times. If it can be solved with technology, don’t make blind guesses.
Mrs. Chi thought for a while and nodded: "Then go and check it out tomorrow. Make an appointment first today."
Doctor Zeng thought that the provincial hospital was overcrowded and nodded. He really needed to make an appointment in advance.
In fact, Mrs. Chi's words were an excuse.
For people like them, there is no need to make reservations and queue up. They have dedicated service.
But Dr. Zeng didn’t understand this.
But Dr. Zeng didn’t understand, but Chi Pingan understood.
After returning to the house, Chi Pingan asked: "Mom, don't you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
Mrs. Chi shook her head: "You have to ask Doctor Lu what he meant." There is no way he could bypass the doctor and conduct a private inspection. It is disrespectful and unprofessional.