Gyeongju Provincial People's Hospital, Emergency Department Consultation Room.

A large group of experts at the hospital are still discussing.

After learning about Tan Lao's situation, a group of experts gave a lot of treatment plans, but they were all denied by Ma Zhenyuan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have already said before, Tan Lao has had many cerebral infarctions before, because he came in a hurry, some medical records were not complete, but the treatment plan you gave has been tried before."

"Director Ma, you just said that Tan Lao had a cerebral infarction before, and he recovered well after that, which means that there is a plan before that is feasible."

Ouyang Jun said: "I don't know if Director Ma can tell me about the previous treatment plan, let's refer to it." ”

"The last time Tan Lao had a cerebral infarction was four years ago, and he invited Lin Lao at that time." Ma Zhen said from afar.

"Lin Lao?"

When everyone heard Ma Zhenyuan say that it was Lin Lao, they were silent.

The old Lin in Ma Zhenyuan's mouth can be guessed by everyone, it should be Lin Weixue, a famous national player.

Lin Lao passed away two years ago.

In fact, what Ouyang Jun wanted to say just now was that since someone had healed Tan Lao before, then this time it would be enough to invite someone again.

For the provincial hospital, a patient of Tan Lao's level really made them Alexander.

If the cure is good, it will naturally be meritorious, but if the cure is not good, it will be difficult to say.

Tan Lao's son is still on the side at this time, and everyone is a little cautious in discussing the plan, you can not cure it, but it must not be cured.

This is the case with the treatment of big people, if it is not cured, it will be incompetent at most, and if it is bad, it is not the past that incompetence can be said.

When you encounter a grumpy person, you will be directly scolded for being a quack doctor and disregarding people's lives, and you will also admit it.

Previously, Lin Zhongxue told Tian Guoping that knowing the identity of the patient and not knowing it are two different things, which is completely true.

"At first, Lin Lao would have regular follow-up visits, but then Lin Lao's health was not good, so he put it on hold, and Tan Lao also felt that he was better, so he ......."

Ma Zhenyuan said: "The previous situation was not necessarily the same as now, and Lin Lao's original treatment plan may not be suitable now. ”

"Since Tan Lao was treated by Lin Lao before, now you can also consider traditional Chinese medicine, I don't know what Director Qin and Director Fu think?"

Zhu Zhixue, director of the Department of Brain Surgery, looked at Qin Sihua and Fu Yongye.

Qin Sihua scolded Zhu Zhixue's ancestor for the eighteenth generation in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he muttered for a while: "Cerebral infarction is generally blood stasis blocking the cerebral network, and you can start from the aspect of blood circulation and blood stasis. ”

Saying that, Qin Sihua asked Fu Yongye: "What does Director Fu think?" ”

"I agree with Director Qin's thinking, you can start from the aspect of blood circulation and blood stasis, try treatment first, and see the situation."

Fu Yongye is different from Qin Sihua, he is a little anxious to perform at this time.

Qin Sihua is old, focusing on stability, and he doesn't want to make a meritorious contribution to Tan Lao's affairs, nor does he want to take responsibility, but Fu Yongye is young and born in the Fu family in Yunzhou, so he is arrogant.

He has not been in the TCM department of Gyeongju Provincial People's Hospital for a long time, although he has treated many patients, but most of them are common diseases, and for Fu Yongye, he now needs one or two classic cases to establish his authority.

In Fu Yongye's opinion, Tan Lao is very suitable, if he can cure Tan Lao's illness, he can not only get the gratitude of the Tan family, but also impress the entire department and even the entire hospital.

Even the family will look up to him.

"And this plan?"

Qin Sihua said tentatively.

With Fu Yongye coming out, Qin Sihua couldn't wait for him, although Fu Yongye was young, he had a background and could afford to take responsibility.

"If Director Qin can be trusted, then I'll give it a try?" Fu Yongye didn't know Qin Sihua's mind at all.

Maybe Fu Yongye thinks it doesn't matter even if he knows, right?

"General Tan, this is Director Fu Yongye Fu of our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Director Fu is the grandson of the old man Fu Hongsheng of Yunzhou Province."

At the same time, Qin Sihua introduced Fu Yongye to Tan Wanjiang, the son of Tan Lao on the side.

"Well, I can trust you, now that you've decided, let's let it go."

Tan Wanjiang sat on the side and kept silent, listening quietly, watching quietly, Qin Sihua asked for his opinion, and Tan Wanjiang spoke.

In a high position, Tan Wanjiang has his own calmness and self-confidence.

........

"Mr. An, sit down."

Fang Yan walked behind the treatment table, An Yao took the initiative to give up her position and stood next to Fang Yan.

An Dinghui was surprised, then walked to the opposite side of the table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Doctor Fang, is this going to diagnose me?" ”

For Fang Yan, An Dinghui knows himself very well.

Fang Yuan Lin is highly respected, has superb medical skills, and deserves respect, but Fang Yan?

I didn't study hard in college and just talked about my girlfriend, and after graduation, I went to the hospital and was a hanger, and I didn't have any grades, but I had a good time with the female nurses.

If he hadn't been relieved of Fang Yuanlin, An Dinghui would have come to the door a long time ago, and he would definitely not rest assured that An Yao would have left him alone in Fushengtang.

It's just that at this moment, Fang Yan actually wanted to diagnose him.

"Ahem!"

After sitting down, An Dinghui coughed lightly.

"Since it's here, it's the patient."

Fang Yan said: "Mr. An's mentality looks good. ”

For cancer patients, mindset is important.

Most cancer patients, once they learn that they are sick, collapse in an instant, and their state may be similar to Chen Zhongquan and Sun Qingyang a few days ago.

Although An Dinghui's face was tired and looked weak, his body was straight when he stood there just now, and his spirit did not collapse.

"Mr. An was a soldier?"

"When I was young, I was a soldier for a few years."

An Dinghui nodded.

"I'll feel the pulse."

Fang Yan put the pulse check and asked An Dinghui to put his arm up.

"What's uncomfortable?"

An Dinghui didn't speak, just looked at Fang Yan with interest.

"Dumb?"

An Yao couldn't help but say.

"Cough, fatigue, lack of appetite for eating, frequent shortness of breath, chest tightness."

"Is there blood in the cough sputum?" Fang Yan asked.

"Yes."

As An Dinghui spoke, he glanced at An Yao with a smile on his face.

An Dinghui didn't intend to answer just now, he didn't treat Fang Yan as a doctor at all, at Fang Yan's level?

It's probably okay to see a cold happen, but look at his disease?

He was almost powerless about his illness.

An Dinghui is not an ordinary person, but the chairman of Ding'an Group in Linzhou Province, with a net worth of tens of billions.

However, An Yao spoke, and An Dinghui didn't dare to remain silent.

Although An Yao still didn't say a word to him at this time, and there was anger in his tone just now, An Dinghui could feel that his daughter still cared about him.

"The deficiency of the lungs and spleen is the main, and the lungs are not suppressed, and the phlegm, dampness and poison are ......"

Fang Yan asked while checking the pulse, and had a judgment in his heart.

Patients with advanced lung cancer have weakened immune function and are unable to resist evil, which often affects the decline of visceral function.

"Medical Sect Must Read" says: "The accumulation is also complete, the righteousness is insufficient, and then the evil qi is in it." ”

Positive Qi deficiency is often the internal cause of lung cancer, and when lung cancer reaches an advanced stage, the patient's positive qi deficiency is particularly significant.

Andinghui is an obvious deficiency of righteous qi, so the treatment should be based on cultivating the soil and producing gold, focusing on strengthening the righteousness, supplemented by dispelling evil spirits.

"I'll make a prescription, and Mr. An will eat it for a while to see the effect."

Fang Yan wrote the prescription and handed it to An Yao.

An Yao took the prescription, went to the medicine cabinet to grab the medicine, grabbed the medicine and walked over and handed it to An Dinghui.

"Take it according to the prescription, one dose a day, twice a day, boil the liquid twice, mix it well, take it in the morning and evening, and come back for a follow-up after eating."

An Dinghui: "........"

"Did you hear that?" An Yao asked coldly.

"I heard it, I heard it." An Dinghui nodded repeatedly.

"Medicine must be taken, Fang Yan's level is very high, don't know how to cherish it."

After An Yao finished speaking, she no longer bothered with An Dinghui.

"Fang Yan's level is very high?"

An Dinghui almost thought he had misheard.

Sure enough, putting Yaoyao here still fell for Fang Yan's poison.

Just like Fang Yan, how high can the level be?

Three stories as high?

Seeing that An Yao no longer took care of himself, An Dinghui didn't linger anymore, got up with the medicine and left Fusheng Hall.

This time, An Dinghui didn't expect to ask An Yao to forgive him directly, and take his time.

While walking, Andinghui looked at the medicine in his hand, it should be a three-day dose, and then come back for a follow-up?

For the medicine prescribed by Fang Yan, Andinghui didn't have much hope, but he was very interested in coming back for a follow-up.

This time he didn't ask, and the next time it was a follow-up, a few more times, An Yao's attitude towards him would be better.

Walking to the door of Fushengtang, it was still raining outside, and the driver waiting at the door hurriedly opened his umbrella.

The driver has been standing inside the door of Fushengtang, waiting for An Dinghui, and An Dinghui handed the medicine to the driver.

"Back to the hotel."

got into the car, An Dinghui commanded, and the car slowly left.

The car stopped in the hotel parking lot, and the driver first opened the door to let An Dinghui get out of the car, and then took the medicine and followed An Dinghui.

"Boss, this medicine?"

"Give it to the hotel to boil it and send it over at regular intervals every day." An Dinghui said.

"Do you really want to eat?" The driver was a little surprised.

As An Dinghui's driver and An Dinghui's confidant, he knows a lot of things, and many things about Fang Yan and An Yao are actually inquired about by him.

"My daughter will let me eat, then I will eat."

An Dinghui said: "Anyway, there are only these days left, as long as Yaoyao is happy." ”

At most, it is only half a year to live, for An Dinghui, it is of no real significance to have one more day earlier, let alone the medicine prescribed by Fang Yan, as long as An Yao is happy, even if it is poison, he will take it now.

The driver nodded and said no more.

"Is it really your dad?"

Fusheng Hall, Fang Yan asked An Yao.

"Hmm."

An Yao nodded and glanced at Fang Yan gratefully: "Xiao Yanzi, thank you." ”

Fang Yan came back suddenly just now, which made An Yao's originally flustered heart settle down in an instant.

There had never been a moment when An Yao felt that Fang Yan could bring her such a sense of security.

There is also An Dinghui's illness, with Fang Yan here, An Yao is not so desperate in her heart.

Master was more seriously ill before, isn't he recovering well now, and he will be fine.