"Every time I see this kind of picture, I think it's too ridiculous." Meng Qingfei said, "My understanding is that people don't talk much, they really have that ability, whoever chatters and babbles up to speak first." How nice it would be to finish work, call it a day, and go home and sleep. ”

"Voldemort is also a talker, he has to communicate and communicate. It's all dead, and there's so much to talk about. ”

Ji Xiang knew that Meng Qingfei had no ideas, so he thought of something and said anything.

The reason why he said this was that he must have thought in his mind that there was a small probability that the patient would be a strange force that science had not yet determined.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang thought of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang brought Ji Xiang a great impact, so much so that now Ji Xiang will think of that gossip when he has anything to do.

He pricked up his ears and said with a smile on his face, "Teacher Meng, I've also thought about this problem. ”

"You said yes."

"Not necessarily."

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

"I'll 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 fuse, one cardinal number!"

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

Meng Qingfei was stunned.

"Classes 2 to 7, azimuth 171, ruler 225, elevation angle 12, correction to the right 3, high-explosive loading, fuse 30, 5 rounds of rapid fire, fire!"

"......" Meng Qingfei understood what Ji Xiang meant, and he began to feel ridiculous, but when he thought about it, it seemed to be such a truth, and laughed.

"Xiaoji, what you said seems to be like that."

After the interruption, Meng Qingfei's mood seemed to be better.

He took out his phone when the patient went for the test and waited for the results to come back, and there were no new patients.

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

Meng Qingfei's online medical treatment is different from ordinary people, what content he finds, he will make a differential diagnosis first.

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

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

After seeing the patient prescribe the medicine and the patient left, Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher Meng, what are the gains?" ”

"It's not right to search for terms." Meng Qingfei said, "What do you say I searched?" The high fever described by the patient's family does not go away and begins to count the money? Or is the patient sitting on the bed embroidering? These two are unreliable when you hear them. ”

Ji Xiang also scratched his head.

Indeed, it seems that no one of the patient's symptoms can be perfectly explained on the Internet.

even

You can't even make a differential diagnosis.

What to identify? Distinguish the difference between the embroidery of the big man and the embroidery of the old lady.

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Looking at Meng Qingfei, who was dewy, Ji Xiang was also helpless to hold his breath and enter the system operating room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang and the system NPC recounted the situation of the patients encountered outside.

"Oh, that's right." The system NPC bowed slightly.

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

"Sickness, of course, or else?"

The system NPC suddenly smiled, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed at the same time, "Doctor Xiaoji, you didn't come in the first time, do you want to try to solve the problem yourself?" ”

Ji Xiang nodded slightly embarrassedly.

When he encounters a problem, he comes to ask the system NPC, which makes Ji Xiang feel like he has something to find his parents, and he has been trying to avoid it recently.

"You're doing the right thing." The system NPC gave Ji Xiang a conclusion, "How about this time even if it's a mission?" ”

"Mission?"

The system NPC said, "Normally, if it were Zhou Congwen, the task would have been promulgated for you early in the morning, and it would leave clues to guide you to solve the problem." ”

“……”

Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

What the system NPC said seemed to have a deep meaning.

"I'm not used to it. To be honest, if you want to be a teacher, Zhou Congwen's kid is more suitable. ”

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

Ji Xiang had no confidence at all when he said this.

But he was somewhat unconvinced, because after listening to his own narration, the system NPC had a smile on his face that he was in control.

But I still don't have any ideas at all.

The system NPC knew what Ji Xiang was worried about, and he smiled slightly, "You go and try, give you 6 hours." If you can't find the answer, I'll tell you what the disease is. ”

"Don't be frustrated, it's even more difficult to diagnose than a heart tumor." The system NPC then cheered up Ji Xiang, "There are still a few cases of heart tumors a year, and the number is small, but there are." But the patient's condition is special, ...... you?"

Ji Xiang listened to what the system NPC said, and his spirits perked.

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

The system NPC laughed, waved his hand, Ji Xiang's eyes flashed, and he immediately left the system operating room.

"Xiaoji, let's do this." Meng Qingfei was pondering, he held a pen in his hand and pulled out a blank piece of paper in the printer, "The patient's current symptom is fever, what do you say counting money and embroidery can count?" ”

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

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

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

Delirium is impaired consciousness, emotional instability, often accompanied by delusions, delusions, delusions, and is generally a manifestation of brain damage.

It is also logical that high fever leads to delirium.

"But delirium is manifested in singing, Mr. Meng, have you encountered it?"

"I met twice, and one of them was a 16-year-old boy who had delirium because of high fever, you guess...... Forget it, I can't guess. He began to sing about where the peach blossoms bloomed. That 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 point is that the little boy usually has incomplete five tones and can't sing at all. But when he was delirious, he sang the words so eloquently that no one could say why.

At that time, an old doctor told me that he had met a country woman who sang after a high fever, and she was still an old student. ”

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

"What else, Xiaoji, you can help me recall."

"Patient embroidery." Ji Xiang began to learn the patient's posture of sitting on the bed and embroidering.

Although it is a non-physical performance, Ji Xiangxue is vivid, and even the movements of wetting the line with his mouth, straightening it and smoothing it are "performed".

For a moment, Meng Qingfei felt a little trance.

"Teacher Meng, what is this action called?" Ji Xiang asked after finishing his studies.