Doctor of Healing

Chapter 230 The Savior
"What's wrong!"

The middle-aged woman slammed open the bedroom door with a face full of horror, almost falling to the ground.

When she saw her son standing in front of the mirror with a face full of fear and trembling, she burst into tears and hugged the fear-dominated son in her arms.

The mother's embrace was very warm, and seemed to drive away the little girl in red.Even from the perspective of a bystander, Ji Xiang felt the warmth.

"Mom." "I" choked up and said.

"It's okay, let's go see a doctor."

Ji Xiang just relaxed a little bit, and when he heard the word doctor, he instantly woke up.

No, this is empathy. The system NPC has no reason to arrange a sense of horror and horror for no reason.

How could there be A Piao in a serious medical system!

But
Ji Xiang went through all the memories in his mind, but he couldn't find out what kind of disease he was.

The vision of the left eye is a little bit better, and things are not as blurred as before, as if the little girl in red has moved her hand away.

As the sky was getting brighter, the middle-aged woman began to struggle.

Jixiang knew what she was struggling with, but Jixiang himself didn't know what to do.

The helpless doctor, the immortal master who was scratched, the little girl sitting behind her in the middle of the night and blowing on her neck...

All of these are incompatible but natural, Ji Xiang was thinking in confusion, but he had no idea.

It wasn't until the middle-aged woman took him to the hospital and begged him that he became sober after going through the hospitalization procedures at the orthopedics department.

Orthopedics, sports medicine, seems to have something to do with the weakness in the left side, and can only live here.

Jixiang witnessed the whole process of being hospitalized. The middle-aged woman begged the doctor, but she was determined not to accept neurosurgery.

Nervous and spiritual, these two words are often confused by ordinary people. Ji Xiang knew that she was worried that the name of the department would bring another harm to "herself".

After admission and examination, "I" was lying on the hospital bed, but the little girl in red did not leave, but played the game tirelessly.

The patients in the same ward were frightened and consulted with the doctor, and finally moved away one by one.

Large tertiary hospitals are overcrowded, but "own" wards are surprisingly deserted.

The number of people seems to have nothing to do with the frequency of the little girl in red, but the frequency of her visits is getting more and more frequent, and each time she speaks more and more.

This kind of life can't go on anymore, Ji Xiang urgently wants to go back for the first time.

Even Jixiang had a feeling that even the pain of urinary calculus was lighter than this kind of torture.

But the system NPC did not call Jixiang back, but left him here to accompany the patient to experience inhuman things.

a few days later.

There was a commotion outside the door, the door was pushed open, and the person who opened the door respectfully invited the immortal old man to come in.

After entering the door, he glanced at "myself" and sighed, "This is troublesome now."

"Master, what's the matter!" the middle-aged woman asked worriedly with a pale and haggard face.

"The evildoer grows too fast." The fairy-like old man frowned, staring at "myself", "Try it, since you are sincere, I can't refuse others thousands of miles, but this time I can't guarantee whether it will work."

"Master, please save my son." The mother begged.

"Trying it is not enough. There are not many talismans handed down from the master's sect, all of which were drawn by the immortal masters hundreds of years ago..." The old man with a sense of immortality said, pulling a long ending sound.

A thick envelope was stuffed to the young man behind him.

"It will be fine a few days earlier, alas." Although the immortal old man took the money, he still didn't give a word, and sighed with sadness on his face, "The old man can only do his best, everything is fate. , I can't help it at all. Don't think too much about changing your fate against the sky."

"Sword come!"

As soon as the immortal old man stretched out his hand, the mahogany sword was handed to him.

"What are you doing."

A familiar voice came.

Ji Xiang's attention was all on the old man pretending to be a ghost, and he didn't notice anyone coming in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Xiang seemed to be the last straw for a drowning man.

It's Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou!
Jixiang seems to have met a savior.

"Pretend to be a ghost, get out of here." Professor Zhou glanced at the old man with a sense of demeanor, and said contemptuously.

"Why are you talking to my master?" One person scolded.

"Go away." Professor Zhou waved his hand, "This is a hospital. I can't control you messing around outside. Believe it or not, you can't eat and walk around here?"

"you……"

Someone wanted to retort, but the old man with a sense of demeanor frankly persuaded him, "Professor Zhou, you see, you are all old acquaintances, why bother. I am also doing it for the sake of my children. If I had known you were coming, I would not have come here."

"Oh, so it's still my fault?" Professor Zhou squinted at the old man.

"Didn't you go to Europe for a meeting?" the old man asked with a low eyebrow.

"As soon as I got off the plane, I saw you acting like a demon here, and your master's coffin board couldn't hold it down. By the way, did you paste the coffin board with cement? Otherwise, your master has already jumped out and slapped you."

Professor Zhou walked up to "myself" while talking, and Ji Xiang almost didn't cry.

He is like a ray of light, tearing through the boundless darkness and allowing himself to see hope.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here." Professor Zhou said gently, "What's uncomfortable?"

"I" was a little confused, but subconsciously answered Professor Zhou's question.

After a series of physical examinations, Professor Zhou took "himself" to the treatment room for a biopsy and puncture, and then said, "It's nothing serious. If it is discovered early, symptomatic treatment will do."

"Is it a disease?" "I" asked suspiciously.

"Of course, temporal arteritis is not a very common autoimmune disease. You need to go to the rheumatology and immunology department for treatment." Professor Zhou said with a smile.

temporal arteritis...

After hearing the diagnosis, Ji Xiang tried his best to recall, and it took him a long time to remember that some symptoms of temporal arteritis seemed to be comparable to those of the patient, and were somewhat similar.

But if I let myself diagnose it, I would never think of it as this kind of disease.

It seems that I have to continue to work hard on diagnostics.

Professor Zhou is very kind. He took the trouble to explain to "myself" why the shoulders were heavy and the feeling of cold wind was blowing, and he even explained clearly why he covered his eyes with a small hand.

These are all clinical symptoms of temporal arteritis, local blood supply is insufficient, shoulder fatigue, temperature drop, leading to serious blindness.But blindness does not come all at once, but slowly, little by little.

It turned out to be like this, "I" didn't understand, but Ji Xiang did.

"With hormone shock treatment, it will be effective in 3 days." Professor Zhou smiled like a spring breeze.

Light and shadow flickered, and Ji Xiang returned to the operating room of the system.

(End of this chapter)