Ouyang Fan and Karl were waiting outside the door, along with several media reporters.
Smith was pushed into the operating room, but walked out on his own.
He was wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown and holding a bottle of brandy in his hand; he happily accepted interviews from domestic and foreign reporters. He piled all the compliments he could think of on "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" and called him cute.
, loving, magical...angel.
Karl came forward, hugged Zhu Tong and Zheng Shurong with both hands, and praised: "The great French poet Hugo once said: The widest in the world is the ocean, wider than the ocean is the sky, and wider than the sky is the human mind." Li
Mr. Xiang, your mind is admirable."
Zhu Tong enjoyed Karl's praise and said nothing. He glanced at Miss Siraya not far away with a smile, walked over and whispered in her ear: "Beauty, if you hope to leave Shanghai freely, please wait at any time.
My calling."
"My angel, Sirea is always waiting for your call." Miss Siraya said eagerly, stuffing a business card into Zhu Tong's breast pocket and pressing her hand there.
She has had enough, and now her life is completely like that of a nun; she is a vegetarian, cannot drink alcohol or coffee, cannot come into contact with any meat, cannot sleep with men, cannot leave Shanghai; the perfumes and cosmetics she uses must be tested...
The silkworm gu on her body has been eliminated, and she still feels uncomfortable from time to time, especially when facing steak and seafood; those are Carl and Smith's favorite foods. In fact, if Zhu Tong says that she has recovered, these psychological problems will
The factors can disappear immediately.
This ambiguous scene was captured by many reporters, but Zhu Tong refused any interview, pulled Ouyang Fan and whispered: "Let's go see 'No. 3' now."
"Now, you don't need to take a rest?" Ouyang Fan was a little worried. Although Mr. Smith looks very good, according to the habits of Western medicine, the recovery after surgery must be observed; success can only be proven if the condition does not rebound.
"No need, he's already recovered." Zhu Tong quickly wrote a prescription for Smith: go to the aromatherapy center to receive three courses of restorative treatment, one hour a day, four weeks each.
With this lesson learned, Smith will not dare to leave Shanghai for the next three months.
Ouyang Fan no longer insisted, and rushed to the research institute with Zhu Tong and Zheng Shurong away from the reporters.
The purple butterfly has become as pure as a drop of water, but it cannot remain in this state for a long time.
The Marine Disease Research Institute of the Marine Hospital is not built in the Marine Hospital, but is located in a quiet corner of the Marine Medical College. This is Zhu Tong’s first time here.
When I entered, I discovered that the so-called Marine Disease Research Institute had little to do with marine disease research. It was simply a closed training center.
The tall and powerful security guard at the door exuded the unique and powerful temperament of a soldier. Zhu Tong roughly judged that the Institute of Marine Disease should not be under the management of the Marine Hospital or the Marine Medical College.
The design of the institute is very clever. Although the medical school has two buildings with ten or even twenty floors, only the four-story main building of the institute can be seen from that building; together with the tall trees, it forms a tight
The barrier cuts off the route to peek into the deep scenery.
Patient No. 3 occupies a separate courtyard, which should be said to be a small villa; doctors in white coats are busy inside and outside. These people Zhu Tong rarely sees in the hospital.
"Are you the miracle doctor Li Xiang?" Ouyang Fan waited with Zhu Tong in the living room for five minutes. A man with a humble expression came downstairs. He was about thirty years old, tall, with healthy skin, and a manly beard.
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He held Zhu Tong's hand and shook it gently twice before letting go. He smiled and said to Ouyang Fan, "Sorry to trouble you, Dean Ouyang. Once Dr. Li comes, my father will have hope."
You can't tell his origin from the accent, which is standard Mandarin; but he is very proud. From what he just said, it can be heard that he doesn't think much of "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang". He should have received a good education, and that kind of skin color is a status
The sign; it was the high-grade skin color baked by the breeze on the golf course and the sunbathing on the high-latitude island beaches. However, Zhu Tong always felt that something was not right about this man.
"I'll give it a try; Chinese medicine's treatment depends on fate, which can also be understood as chance." Zhu Tong took the medical record from Zheng Shurong's hand and counted it in detail. Patient No. 3 had sixteen lesions; fewer than Matsui's.
Three places.
"Oh? Mr. Li is very humble." The man was slightly surprised and stopped a doctor who was hurriedly walking downstairs and asked, "Director Chen, Dr. Li from Ocean Hospital is here. Do you think...?"
"Director Li, please come quickly." Director Chen stopped, grabbed Zhu Tong and went upstairs.
Zhu Tong met Director Chen once in the dean's office. It was really a first-hand acquaintance, not even an acquaintance. They probably also studied the medical records handled by "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang". When Western medicine had no solution,
Let the Chinese medicine practitioner try it.
After reaching the second floor, Director Chen led Zhu Tong into the room opposite the stairs, which was another large living room. The patient should be in the back room. Zheng Shurong was about to follow but was stopped by a young man guarding the door.
Zhu Tong stopped and said with an unhappy expression: "He is my assistant."
"Let Dr. Zheng go in." The man also walked in, but Ouyang Fan did not follow.
Zhu Tong refused to go inside and said, "Before I see the patient, I have two conditions. I will only go in if you agree."
"What conditions?" The man shook his head and stopped Director Chen from speaking.
"First, I don't want others to disturb me when I see a doctor. All Western doctors must leave the room. Second, during my treatment, the patient must stop all previous treatments except for the medicines prescribed by me. Third, regardless of whether they are effective or not,
I do not accept any questions about medication or medical treatment."
Director Chen had something to say just now, but now he doesn't know what to say at all.
"My surname is Fan, and everyone calls me Fan Xilin." The man held Zhu Tong's hand again, this time with more enthusiasm; "If it doesn't work...?"
"If I'm not sure, I'll take my pulse and leave." Zhu Tong noticed that Fan Xilin liked to say half a sentence; he was very suspicious and was a difficult guy to get along with. Perhaps it was Zhu Tong's arrogance that moved him and he spoke
You're welcome too.
"Okay, I agree to Dr. Li's conditions. If my father can survive until next summer, my neighbor to the west will definitely reward me. However, no matter whether I am sure or not, I hope Dr. Li will stay and provide reference opinions for my father's treatment."
"I'm very busy. Even if I accept this patient, I can only come in the afternoon or evening." For such a person, Zhu Tong could only speak up front. Zhu Tong looked at Zheng Shurong and said, "He can stay. With him, at least the patient can persist."
Until I get there."
"I'm sorry, I forgot that Dr. Li is a very busy man now, please!" Fan Xilin finally made a bold move and pushed open the door to the inner room with his own hands.
Patient No. 3 is more optimistic than Matsui's situation. He is still mentally lucid. He is half-lying and listening to a middle-aged secretary-looking man sitting next to him reading a book. There are also several advanced medical equipment around him.
A doctor sat in a corner of the room and inspected.
"Father, Dean Ouyang has invited a Chinese medicine doctor. Please stop for a moment and let Mr. Li take his pulse." Fan Xilin's straight back bent more than ten degrees the moment he walked into the room, and he whispered beside the old man.
"Huh?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at Zhu Tong. After a long time, he nodded slightly and stretched out his left hand with the help of his secretary.
Zhu Tong gently put his hand on his skinny wrist and could easily feel his weak pulse.
"Can I give you an acupuncture?" Zhu Tong's fingertips turned out a phoenix star. Patient No. 3 was deficient in energy and blood and did not dare to use the cold dragon star.
The old man said nothing and nodded.
The Feng Xinghao was gently inserted into the Tanzhong point on the old man's chest, which is the center of the meridians in the middle of the body and can best understand the patient's condition comprehensively.
Zhu Tong closed his eyes, induced a trace of black mist to refine, and slowly poured it into the old man's body. The true energy followed the green mist along the meridians and spread throughout the old man's body, conserving the essence and blood to replenish his vitality. Eighteen lesions flashed little by little in the small body.
In the mind of a liar.
"Fortunately, if Mr. Fan agrees to those conditions, I will take this patient." Zhu Tong took out the phoenix star hair, and the old man snored slightly, and he fell asleep.
"I agree. It has been a long time since my father fell asleep so easily." Fan Xilin tried his best to suppress his joy and lowered his voice and said, "Sir, please let go of the treatment. I will let them leave immediately."
Although Dr. Li is young, he shows an unspeakable calmness when facing patients; Fan Xilin is well-informed and is impressed by this magnanimity without being persuaded by words. Only a person who has grasped the overall situation can exude such a magnanimity.
style.
"I want to add a condition. From now on, the patient cannot be exposed to radiation or undergo any Western medical examination." Zhu Tong added the condition at the right time, and Fan Xilin agreed. After a while, all the instruments in the room were removed and the doctor left.
"Is there any surveillance equipment here?" Zhu Tong glanced at every corner worriedly.
"No, no one will do anything here. Mr. Li, it is said that your treatment methods are very mysterious. Can I stay and observe for a while?" Fan Xilin asked curiously, with no pride in his expression.
"No, for the patient's health, you must leave." Zhu Tong insisted. Fan Xilin glanced at the patient worriedly, then closed the door and exited.
"Shurong, you go to the door and guard it, don't let anyone come in." Zhu Tong was worried about Fan Xilin after all, he was too suspicious.
The old man's coat was unbuttoned, revealing a body as skinny as his wrists. Judging from the situation, if Zhu Tong didn't take action, it would be really difficult for him to survive this winter.
Zhu Tong bit his index finger and concentrated on using his own blood to quickly write the three ghosts and one dog talisman on the old man's chest, with the Tanzhong point in the middle.
After the charm was completed, he pressed the divine amber on the old man's chest and pressed the Tanzhong point tightly.
The next step is the most difficult step. We must let the purple butterfly leave the divine amber and enter the old man's body. We must also ensure that the purple butterfly enters the Tanzhong point instead of running around like it did in Smith's body. The most important thing is that the purple butterfly must obey
Command to engulf cancerous lesions.
"Master, I don't understand." Zheng Shurong's Peng Ma Kung has advanced quite a bit, and he vaguely sensed the presence of Zidie, and he was very confused.
"Such a treatment method is a heretical one. If you can't learn it, I can't teach it to you. Your task now is to lay a solid foundation and learn more from the two elders after arriving in Shandong." According to the plan, Zheng Shurong will finish Suowonda.
After the incident, he resigned and went to a small town in Shandong to concentrate on studying with Master Zhu Huang, and worked in Zhumen's Drug Research Institute.
But until now, neither Zhu Tong nor the Zhumen elders have figured out how to deal with Suowonda Living Buddha.