"Hiss, hiss......" The strange sound came into Sun Simiao's ears through a small iron pipe, making him fall into deep thought.

It was a characteristic sound of a tuberculosis patient breathing, and he had heard it more than once, but this time it seemed to be a little different, and it seemed to sound less murmurful.

"You've been insisting on taking the medicine that Poor Dao gave you these days?" After a long time, Sun Simiao carefully put away the stethoscope, looked at the middle-aged man named San Mazi and asked.

"Yes, yes!" San Mazi tried hard to suppress his desire to cough, and turned his face to the side when he spoke, as if he didn't want to infect Sun Simiao.

"Keep eating, I'll prescribe you a few other medicines when you go back, you can live here with peace of mind during this time, your disease has changed a little, maybe you have a chance to get better." Sun Simiao put away the stethoscope, solemnly put the small box back in his hand, and instructed San Mazi.

"Yes, can it get better?" San Mazi's pale face was flushed with a hint of ruddy, and the cough that had been under strong pressure could no longer be suppressed, and he coughed violently.

Whether it is in the later generations or in the Tang Dynasty, men around the age of forty are the pillars of the family, and the burden of life is on them, and Sanmazi is no exception.

He really couldn't imagine what would happen to the family if he died, and it was possible that the family would be scattered because of this.

So after hearing Sun Simiao say that he still had a chance to get better, San Mazi seemed to grasp the last straw, his eyes were full of expectations, and he stared at the old Taoist priest who promised him, as if to make sure.

Sun Simiao did not show any disgust because of San Mazi's violent cough, holding the delicate box in one hand, and gently patting San Mazi on the shoulder with the other, and said comfortingly: "It's just that it may be better, but you need to cooperate with the treatment during this time, understand?" ”

"Understand, the villain understands, he must cooperate with the treatment, please rest assured." With the hope of survival, San Mazi will still care about what Sun Simiao said is possible or certain, he just wants to wait for the mother-in-law at home to come quickly, okay, tell her the good news.

"Okay, you can recuperate in peace, let's go." Everything that should be said has already been said, Sun Simiao does not plan to continue to stay here, he still has a lot of things to do, and he can't always accompany a tuberculosis patient.

"Dean, can this tuberculosis really be cured?" After leaving the ward, the young doctor surnamed Ge took off his mask and asked curiously.

"If it was before, the poor road didn't dare to guarantee it, but now it's different, with this thing, the old way is seventy percent sure." Sun Simiao raised the small box in his hand to his eyes, stared at it for a long time, and then said slowly: "Our practice of medicine is about looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, and now with this thing, it is equivalent to opening another door in the way of smelling, and many things are different." ”

"Is it really that powerful?" The young man surnamed Ge was a little unsure, he had also seen something in the zygote just now, although he didn't know what the soft tube was, but this thing didn't seem to be very complicated in his opinion, and it didn't seem to be as mysterious as Sun Simiao said.

"The current craftsmanship is not good, a few days ago when I got this thing back from His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness also said that this thing is not valuable, but the craftsmanship is not up to par, and it is too troublesome to make one."

"If it weren't for this, Poor Dao would have wanted to send me a thing to all the doctors in Datang, and I am afraid that many diseases will find solutions at that time."

Sun Simiao's voice had a desolate taste, like regret and satisfaction, in short, it was a state that the young people around him couldn't understand.

However, young people usually have big hearts, so they simply put aside the things they couldn't figure out, looked at Sun Simiao and asked, "Dean, do we still want to see other patients?" ”

"Let's go back to the office first, and then deal with the matter of Sanmazi." Sun Simiao was a resolute person, and he had already thought of some things in the ward just now, so now he had to go back quickly and write down those things.

Without saying a word all the way, the young man followed Sun Simiao out of the inpatient department, and returned to the building alone after watching the old Taoist priest leave quickly downstairs, while Sun Simiao went straight to the office building with his small suitcase.

The office building is very quiet, most of the people are in a hurry, most of them are famous doctors here, everyone has their own things to do, not like those institutions in later generations, full of idle people, etc.

Sun Simiao nodded and said hello to people, and walked to his office with his small suitcase, but he didn't want to meet the vice president He Old Man who was looking for him everywhere on the way.

"I said Dean, what kind of trouble are you doing, my Lao He has seen patients pushed out, but I have never seen someone who has to be dragged to see a doctor, we are a medical school here, not a yamen, if those patients are not let go, it is estimated that their families will have to sue the palace!"

Although Old Man He is in charge of surgery, most of the time he is dealing with the administrative affairs of the medical school, and Sun Simiao's forcible detention has caused dissatisfaction among some patients' families, and more and more people are finding him, forcing this old man to be miserable.

"You can tell them what His Highness means about this matter, and let them sue for the rest." Sun Simiao's answer seemed confident.

He just came out of the palace a few days ago, and the matter of detaining people was even Li Chengqian's idea, and now there is no reason for those people to sue the palace, and His Royal Highness does not carry the matter.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Old man He knew very well that he had no way to take Sun Simiao, and in the eyes of the East Palace, his status was much worse than that of the old Taoist priest in front of him. So since Lao Sun said that he would let those family members sue casually, he naturally would not have any objections.

However, this old man is treacherous, and asking about the detention is just a cause of him coming to Sun Simiao, and after talking, Old Man He turned the target to the box in Lao Sun's hand: "I said Dean, what is in this box of yours?" I've been watching you hold him every day and never leave your hand all this time, is it a treasure? ”

"Baby?" Sun Simiao looked at Old Man He, hesitated for a moment and said: "This thing is actually a treasure, it is simply a heaven-sent treasure for us doctors, but the conditions are not yet ripe, we can't make too much, if the time is ripe in the future, if there is an opportunity, I will definitely suggest to His Royal Highness the Prince, and list this thing as a necessary utensil for doctors in the Tang Dynasty." ”

(End of chapter)