doctor magician

Chapter 36 There is no regret medicine in the world

Director Zhao felt as if he had been hit hard on the head with a club, and he was stunned. After a while, he rushed out in a panic.

At the door of the emergency room, Mrs. Zhao burst into tears, hugged Chief Zhao's arm and said, "What should we do? What should we do? Old Zhao."

"It's nothing, what Master Gao said is just a minor illness!"

"I'm still a little sick, I'm out of breath."

Director Zhao was in a state of confusion at the moment, and he just murmured: "No, what the master is talking about is just a minor illness..."

At this time, a nurse came out and said to Director Zhao: "The child's breathing has temporarily recovered, but his vital signs are very bad. The doctor said that he may suffer from respiratory failure again at any time. Let me tell you first, the child is critically ill! You should go to hospital for surgery immediately." , transfer to the pediatric emergency department. It is more suitable to treat children there."

Now, both of them are stupid.

Mrs. Zhao cried and said: "Old Zhao, that young man surnamed Xiao is right. The child is indeed in serious trouble. Why don't I go to him and ask him for advice?"

Hearing that the child was critically ill, Director Zhao was frightened stupid. At this time, she was willing to try any method that could save her son. She nodded and said, "Okay, you ask the driver to take you there right away. Hurry up! I'll ask the nanny to go to the hospital Operation!"

Mrs. Zhao immediately called Director Zhao's special car driver to drive her to the train station.

It was already dawn.There was no one in the square, and Mrs. Zhao also knew this fortune-telling street. She drove directly to the entrance of the alley, and she could see it at a glance through the window glass. The billboard with flashing neon lights read "Global Intractable Disease Medical Consulting Co., Ltd.".

"It's here." Mrs. Zhao opened the car door anxiously, walked quickly to the door, calmed down, and then knocked on the door as politely as possible.There was no movement, and they knocked harder a few times before Xiao Ying's voice came: "Who is it?"

"Master Xiao, hello, I am the wife of Director Zhao of the Construction Bureau. We met last time in the oncology department. You also pointed out to me, remember? Please open the door, I have something urgent to ask for advice."

"and many more."

The voice inside sounded very indifferent, Mrs. Zhao guessed that the other party was still angry about the previous incident.I thought to myself, after a while, I have to beg him carefully, and it is best to give him another sum of money.

But I came in a hurry just now and didn't bring my wallet.Mrs. Zhao quickly turned around, went back to the special car, and said to the driver: "Do you have any money? Lend me some first. I'll give it to you when I go back."

The driver quickly took out his wallet, took out all the money in it and handed it to Mrs. Zhao.There are about two or three hundred yuan, most of which are small change,
Mrs. Zhao frowned and said, "That's all?"

The driver was embarrassed, smiled and said: "I don't know how to use money, so I just bring these. How about I go back and get them?"

"never mind!"

At this moment, Xiao Ying had already opened the door, Madam Zhao trotted to the door, and said to Xiao Ying with a smile: "Master Xiao, we were wrong earlier, I apologize to you, and I also apologize to you on behalf of our old Zhao. You are very accurate. My son is really seriously ill and is being rescued now. Master Xiao, please don’t count the faults of the villain. For the sake of the child’s pity, please give me some advice and save my son’s life. This is a small thing. I came in a hurry, and I will make up for what is not enough next time."

After all, Mrs. Zhao handed over all the money in her hand to Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying didn't answer, and looked at her indifferently: "I'm sorry, I can't help you, you go back!"

"Master Xiao, I would like to apologize to you. As long as you save my son, I will definitely repay you well. I will thank you heavily tomorrow and give you a big red envelope."

"No matter how big a red envelope is, you didn't do what I told you before." Xiao Ying sighed, "Your son is dead now."

Mrs. Zhao seemed to have been hit in the head, and she was stunned. After a while, she looked at Xiao Ying in a panic: "Master, you... what did you say?"

"Just now, your son has died, you should go back and take care of the funeral!"

According to medical records, Director Zhao's son, Zhao Quan, died of illness at this time.

After Xiao Ying finished speaking, he didn't look at Mrs. Zhao any more, turned around and went into the room and closed the door.

Mrs. Zhao wailed and got into the car quickly, and the car drove back to the hospital.She ran all the way back to the oncology department, and heard her husband Director Zhao crying in despair.

Mrs. Zhao rushed to the emergency room crying, but Director Zhao rushed out crying, and the two almost collided.

Director Zhao yelled like crazy: "I want to settle the score with the old man Gao Deduan! He said that my son is fine, and now he is dead. I want to settle the score with him!"

With that said, he rushed into the doctor's office, grabbed the phone, and dialed Gao Deduan's landline.

Gao Deduan's sleepy voice came from the microphone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Gao Deduan! You old bastard, didn't you say that my son has no disease or disaster, even if he has a small illness, he will recover quickly? Didn't you say that my son will live a long life? My son is dying of illness now, what's the matter? thing……?"

He heard a busy tone coming from the handset - Gao De on the other side of the phone hung up the phone.

"This bastard dares to hold my phone number!" Director Zhao called again, but no one answered.

Obviously, Gao Deduan, the so-called fortune teller, knew that he had caused a catastrophe, so he didn't dare to answer Director Zhao's call again.

Director Zhao was out of breath and felt a pain in his chest, and couldn't help coughing violently.

Mrs. Zhao hurried over, crying and supporting him: "You are still sick, go back to the ward first. I will take care of your son's funeral."

"What about your son's funeral?" Director Zhao muttered to himself, "The master surnamed Xiao is the real master. He calculated that our son will suffer a catastrophe within three days. I..., I didn't listen to him." ..., God! I killed my son! God, I killed my son...! Cough cough cough cough, "

Director Zhao was beating his head with his hands while coughing violently.

The nurse from the oncology department was with him all the time. Seeing this, he quickly found a wheelchair, helped the director sit on the wheelchair, and pushed him back to the ward.

Seeing Mr. Zhao's violent cough, Mrs. Zhao's heart ached again. Her son was dead and could not be brought back to life, but her husband's illness must be cured.

Mrs. Zhao leaned over to Director Zhao's ear and said, "Tomorrow morning, I will ask Master Xiao to give you advice. He is a living god, as long as he is willing to help, your illness will be fine."

Director Zhao managed to stop coughing, gasped, looked at his wife weakly, and said in a hoarse voice with tears in his voice, "My disease..., isn't my disease a benign tumor? It will be fine after surgery, and it will be fine." What do I need to point out? Could it be, are you lying to me...?"

Mrs. Zhao quickly said: "Benign tumors are also tumors. After all, it is an operation. It will be much better if you get the master's advice. This time, you have to listen to me. I will ask him. At worst, I will spend more money."

Director Zhao has been deeply blaming himself for not listening to the fortune teller Xiao Ying, thus delaying his son's illness.Now, hearing my wife say that her illness also needs the guidance of this expert, she nodded immediately and said, "Okay, you should bring more money, and you must find a way to make friends with these experts. He is the real half-immortal!"

At this moment, Director Gao arrived and sighed when he learned that Zhao Quan had died.Immediately afterwards, the inspection report of lumbar puncture, cerebrospinal fluid, and bone marrow from the Laboratory Department was also sent. Director Gao took the report and looked at it, suddenly frowned, and said to Director Zhao: "Your son's disease is trichinosis, and the inspection report found that The larva of a trichinella spiralis.—has your son ever eaten anything uncooked?"

Director Zhao looked at Director Gao with some puzzlement: "What is the condition of Trichinella spiralis?"

"It is a parasitic disease, parasitic in raw meat or undercooked meat, once eaten by people, it may cause disease."

Director Zhao said: "Impossible. Our nanny cooks cooked food, not to mention raw meat, even half-cooked meat."

Mrs. Zhao said: "It may be that the child eats it at school. There is some barbecue in front of their school. Where does he like to eat it. I have seen it several times when I went to pick him up."

"You bastard! You know why you didn't stop me, you killed my son!"

Mrs. Zhao cried out covering her face with a wow, and said, sobbing, "It's my fault, it's all my fault,"

Director Gao sighed: "Not all barbecues have parasites, there is a certain chance. However, it is best not to eat undercooked meat. Alas! If you know in advance that your child has eaten this kind of meat, you should do a lumbar puncture to extract it as soon as you come. A brain fluid test can confirm the diagnosis, and prescribing the right medicine can completely cure it. The diagnosis is too late!"

Mrs. Zhao shed tears and said to Director Zhao: "Master Xiao reminded that once the child is sick, ask the doctor to do a lumbar puncture to take the brain fluid test immediately. If the son's illness is found out, the son will not die."

Director Zhao slapped himself hard, and said: "It's all my fault, I believe in that bastard Gao Deduan too much, he is a deceitful stick!"

(End of this chapter)