Reborn 1980, Mountains Have Spirits, I Have Fields

Chapter 325

Dr. Zhu glanced at his son with serious eyes, and took Lao Yang's pulse with one hand: "What's the matter?"

He listened for a while, then frowned and said, "It's true that you are a little weak. Lao Yang, have you had any stomach discomfort recently? Have you ever been greedy for cold food and ruined your stomach?"

Mr. Yang said with a smile: "Where will it be? Me, I pay the most attention to health preservation."

Dr. Zhu said oh, looked at his son and signaled: There is no problem.

Zhu Junxiao pursed his lips: "Dad, I think his stomach may... not be very good."

Dr. Zhu frowned and listened for a while, but still found nothing.

Jun Xiao let out a breath and said to the old man, "If you trust me, do a B-ultrasound or CT of the stomach immediately."

Mr. Yang was stunned: "What's the situation?"

Dr. Zhu was also a little surprised and puzzled.

Junxiao insisted: "Let's do this. You do the inspection first. If there is no problem, I will pay for the inspection."

Mr. Yang was taken aback.

Doctor Zhu suddenly had a bad feeling.

He immediately said: "Lao Yang. My son can't fool people. I'll make you an order. You can just get a CT."

Mr. Yang couldn't help but sweat in circles on his head.

People who pay attention to self-cultivation cherish their lives, and the doctor's ominous words are of course a very bad omen in his opinion.So without saying a word, he paid the money and queued up for the inspection.

He didn't get the CT film until the afternoon.

Zhu's father and son looked at a tumor that looked like a small nodule on the surface of the stomach on the CT scan.

"What, what's the matter?"

Dr. Zhu sighed: "Hurry up and get an expert number at Xieping Hospital. Let the experts take a look at it for you."

Mr. Yang's ruddy face instantly turned gray.

Jun Xiao comforted him: "Don't worry. This thing is still very small. The possibility of benign and early stage is very high. If it is treated in time, the survival rate is relatively high."

Mr. Yang opened his lips for a long time, and said thank you softly, but he couldn't move his legs.In the end, it was Jun Xiao who helped him out of the hospital.

Back in the office, Dr. Zhu stared at him and asked, "Is it really just the early days?"

Jun Xiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I think it is."

Dr. Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, the early stage is good, and the benign is better.

Besides, Mr. Yang rushed to Xieping Hospital non-stop, found a scalper and spent a lot of money to squeeze in front of a specialist that day.

Professor Xu with half-white hair looked at his CT film with a solemn expression: "There is indeed a problem." He glanced at the paper bag containing the CT: xx District Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Can't help but be a little curious.Question: "You just said that you went to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate your body. Did the doctor over there ask you to take an X-ray for examination?"

Mr. Yang's voice was weak: "Yes. The young doctor took my pulse and said that there was something wrong with my stomach, so he insisted on letting me take a film. I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that I usually pay so much attention to exercise and health... I didn't expect..."

Professor Xu raised his eyes: "What? A young doctor? Feel the pulse?"

Mr. Yang gave a weak "hmm".Asked: "Doctor, how many days can I live with this disease?" His eyes lit up suddenly, and he said, "Doctor, the little doctor said that my early stage is more likely to be benign. You see? no?"

Professor Xu was even more surprised.Judging from the film, the tumor is small, and it is indeed more likely to be in the early stage.It is not surprising that the little doctor can analyze CT films.But he can determine the cause of the disease by taking the pulse, which is a bit mysterious.Although he studied Western medicine abroad since he was a child, he still has respect for Chinese medicine.But even the few surviving masters of traditional Chinese medicine can't find the tumor in the body just by feeling the pulse.

Is there another mystery in it?
"Now arrange for you to be hospitalized. Prepare for surgery. As for whether the tumor is good or bad, it is early or late, we have to wait for the test results. But I think your condition is not bad, it should not be the worst. This time, I really want to thank that little girl." Doctor. By the way, do you remember his name?"

Mr. Yang only said: "Little Doctor Zhu. He is the son of Old Doctor Zhu."

Professor Xu took it to heart.

A week later, Mr. Yang's operation was completed, and the test results were very good, carcinoma in situ, no need for chemotherapy.Just take good care of it.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Mr. Yang quickly asked his family to order a silk banner and send it to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine: "Be kind and benevolent, with piercing eyes."

Dr. Zhu looked at the pennant and smiled from ear to ear, it was for his son!
Junxiao can be regarded as having experienced the sensation brought about by the explosion of word of mouth.Doctor Zhu's son's reputation as a little genius doctor spread like wildfire.The patients who asked for his pulse actually formed a long line outside the door.

This incident alarmed the dean, he observed Junxiao for a few days, full of pleasant surprises: "Old Zhu, the blue comes out of the blue!"

Doctor Zhu smiled all over his face: "The child is young and inexperienced, so don't praise him too much."

The dean shook his head: "Your son, see a doctor quickly and accurately. In the future, he must be a great master."

Dr. Zhu waved his hands straight away: "Don't, don't, don't. Children need to be hammered more."

Junxiao himself also felt strange, why did he suddenly have a sharp touch and intuition like a radar?

I didn't have such a skill in school before.

After thinking about it, all the surprise and panic in his heart came out, and finally, the panic prevailed.

God knows how this ability came about?What if this ability suddenly disappears one day?
Therefore, Dr. Zhu's family discovered that his son was even more determined to work hard, studying cases at home after get off work, and fighting at night.

Until one day when Jun Xiao was taking a bath, he took off the bodhi bead bracelet that Xiao Jin gave him, and forgot to wear it to the hospital in the bathroom.When facing a patient, his hand feeling suddenly plummeted.

He couldn't believe his speculation, but the facts told him that it was indeed this bunch of bodhi seeds that endowed him with the abilities that extraordinary people can possess.

He was anxious to find Lingmei and tell her about this amazing, unscientific discovery.However, Ling Meiyuan hadn't come back from Fujian at this time, and he didn't dare to talk to her about such an important matter on the phone, so he had to wait for Lingmei to come back before making a long discussion.

Yuzhi is not so worried about her son's internship in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.Time and fate.If my son was an intern in another hospital, he might not even have the chance to be a doctor, let alone become famous so quickly.

I just feel sorry for my son who is working too hard.

Alas, if he can catch up with the Rong family, his son will feel much easier!
In late August, Junxiao's internship is coming to an end.Wen Xun's patients lined up in a long queue.

In fact, these days there is no shortage of luxury cars and dignitaries who come to see a doctor.There are also patients with intractable diseases that cannot be diagnosed in other hospitals.Junxiao has never had so many pulses in his life.He is not in a hurry, he takes every patient's pulse seriously, and records the pulse he feels in detail every time he sees a patient.For more than a month, the entire notebook has been filled.

On this day, Junxiao took a break, and Dr. Zhu went to work alone.

A middle-aged man came to the hospital, about fifty, with a sallow face and as thin as a bamboo pole.

"Doctor. I have suffered from bronchitis these days. I want to prepare some traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate."

Dispensing medicine is Dr. Zhu's specialty. After careful observation and questioning, he dispensed medicine according to his condition.

Unexpectedly, three days later, this man came to the door again.

This time, he was carried into the hospital.

　Recently, everyone's greeting is no longer "Have you eaten yet?"

　　Instead: "How much sun is there at home?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)