"When we were studying at the police academy, the teacher once said to us: Don't believe what you see with your own eyes, even if it happens right in front of you; don't believe what you hear, no matter how clear it is; because it's probably just your illusion.
.The coincidence of light and shadow, the call of nature, and even your personal feelings, likes and dislikes, may interfere with the brain's judgment. Dr. Li, my understanding of these two sentences was very superficial in the past. It took me these few days in the hospital to understand
I seem to understand a little bit."
"Why?" Zhu Tong suppressed the panic in his heart. Huang Hai's words seemed to have a meaning. I hope this is also an illusion.
"The way your doctors work, it seems that they are working in the most scientific state, with the most advanced instruments and the most rigorous theories. However, even with all these, it is difficult to avoid misdiagnosis."
"Misdiagnosis?" Zhu Tong probably understood a little bit. Huang Hai seemed to be talking about Mr. Song's condition; however, he was definitely not talking about himself or the doctors at Ocean Hospital.
"We have reviewed his health care records. If this is a human misdiagnosis, the situation will be very serious." Ye'er interjected, and Zhu Tong squeezed her hand, which suited her not to say too much.
Huang Hai smiled, and he could see the anger on Ye'er's face: "The chief consulted several experts last night, and they believed that it would take at least half a year for such a blood clot to form. The chief asked me to tell you this in advance,
This is to allow you to be mentally prepared in advance, strictly abide by confidentiality regulations throughout the entire process, and do not ask any questions."
"I understand." Zhu Tong closed his eyes and fully enjoyed the brief tenderness of holding hands with Ye'er.
Mr. Song has been monitored. No wonder Wang Juefei acted so weird just now. Last night’s consultation showed a result: Mr. Song’s previous routine physical examination and medical records were falsified!
What is this? Now he is a member of another emergency medical team? The little liar does not like to participate in such things at all. It is more interesting to stay in the Ocean Hospital to amuse Smith. Even if he kills the guy, the consequences will be
It must be easier than curing Mr. Song.
The Audi A8 drove into Wang Xiangjie's residence, and Ye'er took back her hand with Zhu Tong. The atmosphere was obviously different this time, as there were many more staff members. They shuttled between the two villas, looking serious and informal.
There were four young armed police soldiers on both sides of the door. There were mobile sentries around the yard and antennas set up high, giving it a bit of a war-like appearance.
Zhu Tong was introduced to the second floor of the villa on the right. Unexpectedly, there were three people in the spacious room, none of whom he knew. They were all in their forties or fifties. Judging from their clothes and demeanor, they should all be smart doctors or experts.
Everyone was looking at the information in their hands, and no one said anything; Zhu Tong also sat down in a corner and opened the file bag that Mayor Chen handed him when he entered. It turned out to be Mr. Song's case and his complete medical records in the past five years.
The report details every time Mr. Song had a cold and every pill he took.
Zhu Tongzhuang looked at it in a pretentious manner, but his mind was not on the case at all; he was thinking about the look in Mayor Chen's eyes just now.
Zhu Tong was busy until early in the morning yesterday and was in a hurry today. He didn't expect to be suddenly recruited here. He didn't expect to meet Mayor Chen. He is not wearing the light blue glasses now, and his hair is not arranged. The most terrible thing is
He didn't shave. In the past few days, he took time to go to the aromatherapy center at noon or evening, and used a sharp scalpel to tidy up his hair during treatment.
A few minutes ago, when Mayor Chen handed the document bag to Zhu Tong, there was a clear look of surprise in his eyes. The little liar knew that he recognized him. Fortunately, Mayor Chen did not have an attack immediately. What should he do now? Chuang Chuang
You are looking for death when you go out. The police officers outside have guns, and the insides are probably full of bullets.
There is a distance of about 20 meters from the window behind him to the courtyard wall equipped with infrared alarms. Outside is a quiet road, which is about 100 meters long before reaching the noisy road; Zhu Tong asked for his own ability to get through it.
Twenty meters is not very difficult, and you can cross the wall, but running a hundred meters before the four police officers guarding the gate opened fire is basically a delusion.
This is not the most important thing. Zhu Tong doesn't know how to face Ye'er and his lover after knowing the truth. His mind is in a mess, and the case in his hand is scratched through with his fingers, making a "squeak" sound. Although the sound does not count
Big, but the room was too quiet.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Tong remembered the gentle voice in his ears. He barely suppressed the tension in his heart and turned around to see a pair of concerned eyes.
"Nothing, chest tightness." Zhu Tong took out a green pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and a teacup appeared in front of him. He said "thank you" and took the teacup and drank two sips of water. His mind was temporarily quiet, and he immediately felt the pain on his forehead.
His clothes were wet, and at that moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"It's an old problem. Just take some medicine and it'll be fine." Zhu Tong took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off his face, with an apologetic smile on his face.
Things were already like this, and it was useless to think about it anymore; he could only bet that Mayor Chen would not expose him immediately.
From what the little liar knew about Mayor Chen, he was a shrewd and greedy guy. People like that are selfish, good at calculating, and good at calculating; Zhu Tong hoped that Mayor Chen would have a bigger appetite and wanted to take advantage of himself.
He has more things to do and his calculations are more sophisticated; that way, he will have time and space to move around.
"Young man is still very young. If you are sick, you should seize the time to treat it. Don't let it become an old problem."
Zhu Tong put three fingers on his wrist, and with the technique of pressing the pulse with his hand, the little liar knew that he had met an expert, so he reluctantly relaxed his body and mind, calmed down his inner breath, and calmed down; the person next door turned out to be a brilliant Chinese medicine doctor. He really has the heart of a doctor, I think he
I was too bored and bored to read the case files, and I thought I was a patient.
"It's rare to have an injury like yours. How long has it been for half a year? Which doctor treated you? What kind of medicine have you taken? Hey! Have you recently..."
As expected, he was very clever. He could tell so many things just by checking his pulse. The little liar couldn't help but admire him. But he didn't dare to let him read any more. He pulled back his wrist and said, "It's been half a year since I managed it myself."
"Are you Li Xiang, the young Chinese medicine doctor at Ocean Hospital, Director Li?"
"Yes, how do you know?" The little liar wondered, is his reputation so great?
"The person who can sit here must be a doctor with real talent and knowledge. I heard that Director Li cured a case of advanced pancreatic cancer in Japan. Later, he was injured in an accident, and the injury was in his lungs. We are still colleagues in Beijing.
Mr. Zhou Lian, chief physician of the Cardiovascular Department of Tongren Hospital, is my teacher."
Zhou Lian stretched out his hand. At this moment, the little liar had the urge to open the window and run away! He held Zhou Lian's hand awkwardly. Facing another Beijing colleague of Li Xiang, the little liar's mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.
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"Mr. Xiang has repeatedly praised your superb medical skills, especially acupuncture and plastering. It's a pity that you used to be in internal medicine, otherwise we should have known each other long ago. Director Li must have had adventures during the time when he left his job. I once asked
I went to Director Zeng and he said you were very ordinary before."
"I'm very ordinary now, but what Director Zhou said is right, I had a little adventure. Some time ago, I was sorting out my master's experience with my senior brother, and accidentally discovered the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate..." Fortunately, little liar.
The short-circuit in his head didn't last too long. Based on his experience of working in Ocean Hospital for nearly a year, doctors from different departments in the same hospital, unless they have similar status or similar age, and come from the same school, usually don't have much contact. Li Xiang is at Tongren Hospital.
Less than two years old, young, inexperienced, and unsociable, a department director like Zhou Lian would probably not notice him.
Bai Jiashu is in Japan and will not come back for a while. Zhu Tong raises the banner of "first teacher" and uses the thirteen needles of the ghost gate as a weapon to guide Xiang Hua's disciple Zhou Lian into his own world. The price is not bad.
Accept that everyone knows about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. Zhu Tong expressed his understanding, and then took out the dragon and phoenix star hairs to talk nonsense, leaving Zhou Lian in confusion...stunned.
The other two are Western medicine doctors who have never cared about or participated in the topic between Chinese medicine practitioners. They generally believe that Chinese medicine treatment is a lucky move, so they save the little liar a lot of words and efforts.
The door was gently pushed open, and Mayor Chen walked in, followed by Ye'er and Xiang Hua.
The little liar was frightened and broke into cold sweat drop by drop.
Youdao is a thief with a guilty conscience. Zhu Tong just encouraged himself to stay calm. He will not expose you now. He...
But he always thought that the three people were paying attention to him, and now he didn't dare to face Ye'er's eyes. He only stared at Mayor Chen, trying to find the answer from his expression.
Mayor Chen, like other staff members, had a serious look on his face. Except for an unintentional glance at him at the first moment, he didn't look at Zhu Tong at all after entering the door, as if he didn't recognize him.
Xiang Hua laughed and sat on the sofa next to the door, raised his hand and said: "You are all busy people, it is a bit presumptuous to invite you here; please help me for my sake and be more considerate. This time it is about
As long as there are no responsible accidents for major issues related to the national economy and people's livelihood, I will ask China for credit after the incident is over..."
The little liar secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Xiang Hua said this, and things probably haven't reached the point of irreversibility yet. Turning his eyes behind Xiang Hua, Ye'er was looking at him worriedly. Zhu Tong wiped his sweat again and gave it to Ye'er.
Smile and tell her not to worry.
Mayor Chen stood on the right side of Ye'er, gently approached Ye'er, glanced sideways at the opening of Ye'er's chest in front of Zhu Tong, and showed a greedy and evil smile. This smile only lasted a short moment. Xiang Hua
While he was talking, no one paid attention to him, and he stopped as soon as Zhu Tong saw him.
Ye'er was wearing a milky white silk shirt, with the neckline slightly open, revealing her fair and attractive skin and the daughter jade hanging at her neck. She seemed like a fairy who was not stained by fine dust, while Mayor Chen was using his words to blaspheme wantonly
Her holiness.
The little liar was furious, raised his right hand and pushed his glasses to block Ye'er's sight, and stared at Mayor Chen fiercely. This was a provocation; did he think he could threaten Ye'er with the secret of Zhu Tong's identity?
Xiang Hua's words were over, but Ye'er was still recording; Zhu Tong didn't hear what he said clearly, and had only one thought in his mind: Chen, you are looking for death! Do you want to die?
After Ye'er finished recording, she raised her head and gave him a sweet smile.
Zhu Tong forced himself to calm down and gradually became able to hear clearly what everyone was discussing. Xiang Hua looked at him at this time and asked, "Director Li, please check Mr. Song's pulse and tell me your opinion."
"There is no danger at the moment, but he can't bear too much stimulation in the near future." Zhu Tong answered vaguely; for patients with cerebral thrombosis, both Western and Chinese medicine would say this, and he was talking nonsense.
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