Doctor of Healing

"Every time I see this kind of scene, I think it's too ridiculous." Meng Qingfei said, "My understanding is that people don't talk too much. If they really have that ability, whoever talks about it will talk first. Finish the fight and call it a day. , how good it is to go home and sleep."

"Voldemort is also a chatterbox, and he insists on communicating and communicating. It's fucking irreconcilable, and he talks so much."

Ji Xiang knew that Meng Qingfei was out of ideas, so he said what came to his mind.

The reason why he said this is that he must also think that there is a small probability that the patient will be a strange and chaotic statement that science has not yet concluded.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang thought of Shen Lang.

The impact that Shen Lang brought to Ji Xiang was so great that now Ji Xiang would think of that gossip whenever he had nothing to do.

He pricked up his ears, and imitated Shen Lang and said with a smile, "Mr. Meng, I have thought about this problem too."

"Am I right."

"Not necessarily."

"Huh?" Meng Qingfei opened his eyes, slumped on the chair, and turned to look at Ji Xiang.

"Let me give you an example."

Meng Qingfei sat up and looked at Ji Xiang.

"Coordinate correction, target position 3, 5, 7, distance 27, high-explosive, proximity fuze, one base!"

Ji Xiang learned the lines in the game and said formally.

Meng Qingfei was startled.

"Squad 171 to Squad 225, azimuth 12, scale 3, elevation 30, right correction 5, high-explosive reload, fuze [-], [-] quick shots, fire!"

"..." Meng Qingfei understood what Ji Xiang meant, and he thought it was ridiculous at first, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense, and he laughed.

"Xiaoji, what you said seems to be the case."

After interrupting, Meng Qingfei seemed to be in a better mood.

He took out his mobile phone while the patient was going for an examination and waiting for the results to come back, and when there were no new patients.

Ji Xiang knew that Meng Qingfei would go online to see a doctor again.

Meng Qingfei's online medical treatment is different from ordinary people. Whatever he finds, he first makes a differential diagnosis.

The hints on the Internet just provided Meng Qingfei with a brand new idea.

But this time Meng Qingfei was disappointed. He searched for a few minutes, and when the patient came back with the report, he couldn't find any relevant content.

After watching the patient and prescribing the medicine, Ji Xiang asked after the patient left, "Mr. Meng, what do you gain?"

"The search term is wrong." Meng Qingfei said, "What do you think I searched for? The patient's family members described the high fever and started counting money? Or the patient sitting on the bed embroidering? These two are unreliable at first glance."

Ji Xiang also scratched his head.

Indeed, it seems that none of the symptoms of patients can be perfectly explained on the Internet.

even,

Not even a differential diagnosis.

Identify what?Can you identify the difference between the embroidery of the big man and the embroidery of the old lady?

Nonsense.

Looking at the dewy Meng Qingfei, Ji Xiang also held his breath helplessly and entered the operating room of the system.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang and the system NPC described the situation of the patients they met outside.

"Oh, that's right." The system npc nodded slightly.

"Teacher, the patient is sick, right?" Ji Xiang looked at the system NPC expectantly.

"Sickness, of course, or what?"

The system npc suddenly smiled, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed at the same time, "Dr. Xiaoji, you didn't come in immediately, do you want to try to solve the problem yourself?"

Ji Xiang nodded slightly embarrassed.

When encountering problems, he would ask the system npc, which made Ji Xiang feel like he was looking for his parents for something, which he tried to avoid recently.

"You are doing the right thing." The system NPC gave Ji Xiang a conclusion, "How about this time as a mission?"

"Task?"

The system npc said, "Normally speaking, Zhou Congwen would have given you the task early in the morning, and left clues to guide you to solve the problem."

"..."

Ji Xiang froze for a moment.

What the system npc said seems to have some deep meaning.

"I'm not used to it. To be honest, Zhou Congwen is more suitable as a teacher."

"Teacher, no task." Ji Xiang bowed, "I'm just not sure whether it's something that science can't explain, or it's really some kind of disease. Since you said it's a disease, I'll try it."

When Ji Xiang said this, he had no confidence at all.

But he was somewhat unconvinced, because after the system npc listened to his narration, a smile appeared on his face that everything was under control.

But I still have no idea at all.

The system npc knew what Ji Xiang was worried about, and he smiled slightly, "Go and try, I will give you 6 hours. If you can't find the answer, come back and I will tell you what the disease is."

"Don't be depressed, this disease is even more difficult to diagnose than heart tumors." The system NPC then encouraged Ji Xiang, "There are still a few cases of heart tumors a year, the number is small, but there are. But the patient's situation is quite special ,you……"

Hearing what the system NPC said, Ji Xiang was refreshed.

"Teacher, do you have any hints?" Ji Xiang asked.

The system npc laughed and waved, Ji Xiang's eyes blurred, and he left the system operating room immediately.

"Xiao Ji, let's do it this way." Meng Qingfei was deep in thought. With a pen in his hand, he drew a blank piece of paper from the printer. "The patient's current symptom is fever. What do you think counting money and embroidery are?"

"Mental symptoms!" Ji Xiang immediately followed Meng Qingfei's train of thought.

"Yes, mental symptoms, although relatively rare, are mental symptoms." Meng Qingfei wrote the words high fever and mental symptoms on a white paper.

"Singing, singing ditties, I think it's delirium." Meng Qingfei said again.

Delirium is impaired consciousness, emotional lability, often accompanied by delusions, hallucinations, and generally brain damage.

It is also logical that hyperthermia leads to delirium.

"But delirium manifests itself in singing. Have you encountered it, Mr. Meng?"

"I met twice, one of which was a 16-year-old boy who was delirium due to high fever. Guess...forget it, I can't guess. He started singing the place where the peach blossoms are in full bloom. The voice was so thick that I thought it was Li Shuangjiang's upper body... Hahaha."

"Uh... there really is such a thing." Ji Xiang was speechless.

"The key is that the little boy is usually tone deaf and can't sing at all. But when he was delirium, he sang with a perfect accent. No one can tell why.

At that time, an old doctor told me that he met a country woman who sang an opera after she had a high fever. "

It seems that he still knows little, Ji Xiang gave himself an evaluation in his heart.

"What else, Xiaoji, help me recall."

"The patient embroidered." Ji Xiang began to imitate the patient's embroidery movements while sitting on the bed.

Although there is no physical performance, Jixiang learns it vividly, and even "performs" the movements of wetting the thread with his mouth, straightening it, and smoothing it out.

For a moment, Meng Qingfei felt a little dazed.

"Mr. Meng, what is this movement called?" Ji Xiang asked after finishing learning.