His family members were violent, shouting "Dr. Zhu of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine has killed someone", and rushed into the consultation room through the crowd.

Before Dr. Zhu came back to his senses, he asked people to lift his sleeves, and a punch was about to hit his face, Jun Xiao reacted quickly, and cut his palm at the wrist of the person, so painful that he involuntarily let go of his hand and shouted: "Beat someone, the doctor in the hospital is beating someone." ”

Jun Xiao pulled his father behind him and shouted to the nurse to call the police.

"When the public security comes, you will also kill for money!" The man had big shoulders and thick waists, staring at Jun Xiao's thin arms and legs, and his teeth were clucking.

"Who?" The patients in the queue couldn't stand it anymore. "If you come in, you will beat someone, Dr. Zhu is self-defense."

"Yes. Self-defence. ”

"Fart." The man glared at the crowd fiercely, pointed at the person on the stretcher and shouted, "The surname Zhu has treated my brother-in-law like this, isn't it for money and murder?" ”

Everyone stared at the dying man on the stretcher and asked themselves, "What's going on?" ”

"My brother-in-law had bronchitis and came to him to dispense medicine. As a result, after drinking it for two days, he was half dead. ”

As he spoke, the man coughed violently.

Everyone stared at Dr. Zhu, their eyes full of doubts.

"Wouldn't it? Dr. Zhu has been preparing medicine for so many years, and there has never been a problem. ”

"Yes. Did your brother-in-law not listen to the doctor's instructions to take medicine? ”

"Fart." The man snorted, "Don't think I don't know where you came from, Dr. Zhu." You're just a barefoot doctor who got lucky enough to get into a Chinese medicine hospital. Your medical skills are not good enough to kill my brother-in-law, I didn't play with you! ”

When the patients were still talking about it, Jun Xiao said coldly: "Shall I cut his pulse?" ”

The man laughed angrily: "What else do you want to play?" I know that you Chinese medicine practitioners are the most deceitful with your tongue. If my brother-in-law has three long and two short, how will my sister and my nephew live? ”

The woman who came with her cried loudly: "The black-hearted hospital is going to kill our family!" ”

Jun Xiao interrupted her crying: "Don't you dare to cut a pulse? How do we know if he took medicine or if it was caused by something else? ”

"Yes." An old gentleman advised him, "You just let Dr. Zhu cut the pulse." He's right to cut his pulse. ”

"That's right. If you want to sentence someone, you have to give them a chance to appeal, right? ”

"Besides, there are not a few people who pretend to be sick to make trouble these days."

"Yes."

Everyone helped the hospital, and the man couldn't help it for a while. Tie Qing's face turned blue, and he waved his fist and said, "Okay." I'll give you a chance, boy! ”

He didn't believe it, and the little doctor could see something out of it.

Jun Xiao's hand rests on the patient's pulse. After listening for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

The father over there had already looked up his case and said, "His face is dull and his lips are purple." Accompanied by chest pain and wheezing. The cough is severe, and the tongue is red and yellow. Number of pulse slips. It is indeed bronchitis. I served it with Xiaoqinglong soup. No problem. ”

Jun Xiao's eyes were fixed on the patient's lungs. After a long time, he let go of his hand and said in a low voice: "Instead of making trouble here, you should send him to the pulmonology department as soon as possible." ”

The patient froze himself: "What do you mean?" ”

"You still don't understand?" The onlookers patted their thighs and sighed.

"It was the same with Lao Yang last time. Dr. Zhu asked him to shoot a film, Mom, stomach cancer! Fortunately, it was early-stage carcinoma in situ. It's almost recovered now. ”

"And the Li family's aunt. It's also to see the cough. As a result, Dr. Zhu asked her to go to the breast department-" The man looked at the man on the stretcher with sympathetic eyes, "You better listen to the little doctor and go take a film of the lungs." ”

The brother-in-law's lips trembled.

His brother-in-law didn't believe in evil, and slapped the table: "You can open a CT now, and we will do it for you on the spot." ”

Half an hour later, my brother-in-law who came out of the CT room was sent directly to Xieping Hospital on a stretcher.

His brother-in-law and his wife were so panicked that their faces were pale.

The woman kept patting his brother's back and crying: "I told you not to do these immoral things, you don't believe it." See, see? This is retribution! ”

Her brother said straight: "Don't cry." Let the doctor see which one comes first. Now that medicine has advanced, this disease may still be saved, and it can be saved. ”

Professor Liu from the Department of Pulmonology of Xieping Hospital looked at the film and frowned.

This lung, if it is a large ground-glass nodule, does not look very good.

Hey.

Professor Liu noticed that the CT shooting unit, this patient is also from the Chinese medicine hospital?

Recently, there have been a lot of patients coming from the Chinese medicine hospital. They were all patients with accurate lesions, and they told him where there was a problem, and after a re-examination by their hospital, they were all diagnosed.

What's going on in the TCM hospital? When did you have such a powerful doctor?

He couldn't help but ask: "Bronchitis, Western medicine works quickly." How did you remember to go to a Chinese medicine doctor? ”

Several people looked at each other for a long time before they said, "Close." Close to home. ”

Professor Liu sighed. Glancing at the address on the medical record card, he sneered in his heart, almost a fart.

"This doctor is quite cautious. Your cough is more severe, so I asked you to take a CT. Professor Liu nodded, "If it's half a year later, the situation will be difficult to say." ”

The brother-in-law asked in a trembling voice: "I, can I still be saved?" ”

Professor Liu comforted him with a heavy face: "We will try our best to treat him, and I ask you to cooperate fully." Surgery is just the beginning, postoperative chemotherapy, examination, that's the point. ”

"So, how many years will I have to live after chemotherapy?"

Professor Liu said: "If it is early, there is no problem for five years. ”

The patient rolled his eyes and collapsed on top of his wife.

The woman hugged her husband, and the huge blow made her lose her mind for a moment and wept silently.

Professor Liu comforted: "If the recovery is good, ten or eight years will not be a problem. After a pause, he asked, "You are also from the Chinese medicine hospital?" Which doctor helped your man see the patient? ”

The woman's eyes were blank, and she didn't know where she was looking, but she muttered, "Divine doctor, that's a divine doctor." ”

Professor Liu twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Divine doctor?" What does he call it? ”

The woman was in a trance, and her mouth was upside down, reciting the miracle doctor and retribution. It was still her brother who was weak and replied: "That little doctor's surname is Zhu." I heard he was still an intern. He took my brother-in-law's pulse—"

Professor Liu's eyes widened: "Intern? Pulse? Didn't the patient cough before going to take a film? ”

A man cannot say that he has been hired as a doctor to discredit others. He only said: "It's because I checked the pulse and found that he had a lung problem." That's why let's make a film. ”

I didn't expect it to be a problem.

Professor Liu will be skeptical. A young miracle doctor who can detect the symptoms by taking the pulse?

Even an old Chinese medicine practitioner with decades of experience doesn't have the ability to do this.

At lunchtime, Professor Liu sat down beside Professor Xu with a dinner plate.