Chen Zifei frowned and patted Zhu Zhengyang's face hard: "Old Zhu, wake up, wake up..."
No matter how Chen Zifei called, Zhu Zhengyang didn't respond at all. Chen Zifei had no choice but to take out the silver needle and put a needle in Zhu Zhengyang's body and a few more needles on the top of Zhu Zhengyang's head. However, Zhu Zhengyang seemed to be asleep and could not breathe.
Well-proportioned, there is no sign of sobriety.
For a moment, Chen Zifei had no choice. He had never encountered such a situation before.
"Should we send Fatty Zhu to another hospital for a checkup?" Yuan Wudi said with some uncertainty.
The old director looked serious and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Chen, although our Puren Hospital is not the top hospital, our doctors are among the best in Xijing. In Mr. Zhu's situation, even if he is transferred to another hospital,
, it’s all this kind of inspection, there won’t be any difference.”
"I'll arrange to give Mr. Zhu some fever-reducing injections first, and see if he can wake up later." The old dean looked at Chen Zifei and sighed.
Chen Zifei had no other solution, so he nodded in agreement.
Seeing the old director go out to make arrangements, Yuan Wudi looked solemn and whispered: "Is there something wrong with this hospital? Or maybe they are not good enough and can't detect Fatty Zhu's problem."
Chen Zifei shook his head and said: "Dean Fujii should have no problem. I know him. This old man's thoughts are all on medicine. He is a medical lunatic and will not be bribed by other forces. Fatty Zhu's situation should be something they really check."
It won’t come out.”
"Originally, I suspected that Lao Zhu was poisoned. I just checked with my internal strength and the hospital also did a blood test. No poisoning was found. This is so strange." Chen Zifei looked at the blushing Zhu Zhengyang and sighed.
"Fat Zhu won't get used to it if he keeps going like this. We have to do something." Yuan Wudi said anxiously.
Chen Zifei looked at the door and said in a deep voice: "Let's wait and see if we can give Lao Zhu some antipyretics and see if he gets better."
Soon the old director and the nurse came back. The nurse gave Zhu Zhengyang's butt more than a dozen injections one after another before stopping.
Chen Zifei, Yuan Wudi and others all stared at Zhu Zhengyang closely. After a few minutes, Zhu Zhengyang's face gradually turned from red to white, and his temperature also dropped.
Chen Zifei injected a few more acupuncture needles, and Zhu Zhengyang finally opened his eyes. Chen Zifei and others breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhu Zhengyang didn't wake up, they didn't know what to do.
"Just wake up." Yuan Wudi also laughed.
However, the old dean's expression was gloomy and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.
Chen Zifei noticed the reaction of the old dean and said doubtfully: "Dean Fujii, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
The old dean sighed and said: "The cause of the disease has not been found yet, but the injection has lowered Mr. Zhu's body temperature. If the symptoms cannot be treated, Mr. Zhu may still have a fever after the antipyretic injection wears off.
, this injection is not a long-term solution.”
Chen Zifei frowned and was very anxious. He had thought of everything the old dean said.
Looking at Zhu Zhengyang, Chen Zifei said seriously: "Old Zhu, do you still know me?"
Zhu Zhengyang looked at Chen Zifei as if he were an idiot, and then laughed: "What's wrong with you, Da Fei? Have you drunk too much? Can I still not recognize you?"
"What about me?" Yuan Wudi pointed at himself and asked tentatively.
Zhu Zhengyang looked at Yuan Wudi again and said in confusion: "Old Yuan, what's going on between you and Da Fei? Don't scare me. What's wrong with you?"
Suddenly, Zhu Zhengyang's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "This is... why did I come to the hospital? What is going on?"
Chen Zifei looked at Zhu Zhengyang and smiled bitterly: "We still want to ask you, what's going on? I knocked on my door early this morning, and then I became unconscious, had a high fever, and my whole body was red."
"We thought you had drunk too much, but your temperature was getting higher and higher. We were afraid that you would turn into a roasted suckling pig, so we sent you to the local hospital. We checked you for all the possible items including MRI.
I didn't find any problems." Yuan Wudi said solemnly.
Zhu Zhengyang's eyes widened, and then he said anxiously: "What? You have done so many tests on me. They are all radioactive and harmful to my body. Will they affect my ability to find my little sister at night?"
Chen Zifei looked embarrassed. The old dean and other doctors were holding back their laughter and looked at Zhu Zhengyang speechlessly. It was strange that this boy could even think of finding a little sister in this situation.
"Oh, why do I have no strength and am so weak? Is there too many tests and too much radiation dose?" Zhu Zhengyang suddenly shouted.
Chen Zifei and others could also tell at a glance that Zhu Zhengyang's face began to turn red again at a very fast speed, and it soon turned red again.
Zhu Zhengyang felt weak all over and lay on the hospital bed exhausted, feeling very uncomfortable all over.
"Here we go again, why so fast?" Chen Zifei said with a solemn expression.
"Sure enough, the injection can only work temporarily. If we can't find the reason, why can't Fatty Zhu be burned to death?" Yuan Wudi also looked very ugly.
Zhu Zhengyang tore off his clothes vigorously, leaving his upper body bare, but it was still too hot.
"Why am I so hot? It's killing me." Zhu Zhengyang said weakly with beads of sweat on his head.
At this time, Zhu Zhengyang's body was red again, exactly the same as when he first arrived.
At this time, Yamei walked in from the door. Before she could ask, she suddenly pointed at Zhu Zhengyang's chest and exclaimed: "What is that? Why did I see that mark somewhere?"
Chen Zifei, Yuan Wudi and others were stunned, and then looked towards Zhu Zhengyang's chest, and sure enough they saw an inconspicuous snake-shaped pattern there. Since Zhu Zhengyang's body was already red, this small pattern was not conspicuous.
If it wasn't for Yamei's reminder, none of them would have noticed.
The old director and other doctors from the hospital gathered around and examined the snake-shaped pattern.
The old dean touched it with his hand, then shook his head and said: "This is not caused by trauma. We rule out the possibility of trauma infection."
"Why does this pattern look like it's alive? It can't be a parasite."
"It's flat to the touch, with no protrusions, and no response when pressed. It shouldn't be a parasite."
"But this can't be a birthmark. A birthmark can't have such a weird shape."
"Let me touch it, let me touch it, it feels good..."
"Do you want to do an operation to see if there is anything inside?"
A group of doctors and nurses rushed forward to study, as if they were back in medical school, studying the general teacher and talking excitedly.
Zhu Zhengyang's face was rosy and he said gloomily: "I'm not dead yet, so you're going to dissect me."
Only then did a group of doctors and nurses react and stopped in embarrassment, but their eyes were still fixed on Zhu Zhengyang's chest, making Zhu Zhengyang feel a little embarrassed.
At this moment, Yami suddenly spoke, "Brother, I seem to have seen this pattern somewhere."