Chapter 117

Book:Trash Son Is the Supreme Doctor Published:2024-6-2

It was originally a big auditorium, but now it was temporarily changed to a large consulting room.
Brucille found that there were less than 100 people who had been interviewed by the three branches.
He felt that he was still relatively lucky. The person standing next to him was Professor Yang Mingguang of the provincial hospital.
The professor adjusted his glasses and looked at Brucille with more appreciation.
“Dr. Ye, I heard that you are only 26 years old and have an extremely beautiful wife. If you are not married, I really want to marry my apprentice to you.”
Brucille felt extremely awkward. He did not expect Professor Yang to be so straightforward.
“Professor Yang is joking. Doctor Xu is not only beautiful, but also has excellent medical skills. She is a serious graduate of the Beihai Medical University. How can she be interested in me? You are proud to let me go.”
They looked at each other and laughed.
Professor Yang said, “With all due respect, I thought that the Chinese Medicine department of the People’s Hospital of Qingjiang City was nothing. There are only two places in Beihai Province this time. I didn’t expect you to get one. It seems that I’m ignorant.”
At first, Brucille thought that this Chinese Medicine seminar did not come at all, so their hospital had a chance, but now it seemed that it was not the case.
On the scene, there were a total of 10 sick beds. Each doctor who came to see patients could choose three of them. Then he wrote down his opinion on the diagnosis, and chose the final winner.
There were about 100 doctors on the scene, which meant that the 10 doctors treated one patient. This ratio was the super treatment that no patient had ever enjoyed.
Under the guidance of the doctors ahead, a group of doctors went to the patient one after another to learn about the condition, while the other doctors listened carefully and judged the patient’s symptoms according to their own experience.
The first one was a seven-year-old girl named Yaoyao.
His face looked ruddy, his breathing was well-rounded, and his limbs were well-proportioned. He spoke without stuttering, and his mind was agile. He had the intelligence and reaction ability that a seven-year-old girl should have, and he was even more clever than an ordinary child.
An old Chinese medicine doctor with glasses asked the little girl.
“Little girl, what’s wrong with you?”
Yao Yao stood on the bed, bouncing up and down and said, “Grandpa, your glasses are too thick. I can’t see your eyes clearly. I’m not uncomfortable. I just have a stomachache.”
The old Chinese medicine doctor walked to her and reached out his hand to press Yao Yao’s lower abdomen.
“She just said it hurt here,” the young and beautiful mother next to her said.
Her mother was dressed exquisitely, but her face was solemn. She was not as happy as Yaoyao.
“How is it? Does it hurt here?” Asked the old doctor.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. Now my back hurts…”
The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses and touched his little butt. “Does it hurt here?”
“Well, it hurts. Mom called me last night.”
The scene was filled with laughter. This little girl was teasing them.
The old doctor looked at the child’s mother and asked, “Girl, what on earth is wrong with this girl?”
His mother said with a solemn face, “About two or three months ago, he often said that he was in pain in every place of his body. The pain was gone, especially in the parts of his limbs and joints. But we did an examination and found nothing wrong.”
“Two days ago, he suddenly said that he had severe abdominal pain, so he was admitted to the hospital. But he also didn’t find out anything.”
Then, several doctors looked as grave as their mothers.
Generally speaking, a seven-year-old child who could clearly express his pain could not lie. Otherwise, she would not have said that her butt was hurt by her mother.
Most of the doctors left after they finished asking questions. No doctor was willing to waste time on such uncertain patients.
After all, there were only three opportunities. If one of them was wrong, it meant the game was over.
Brucille risked universal condemnation. He walked to the little girl and picked her up.
“Yaoyao, why don’t I take you to see other patients? How about that?”
“Okay, do you need an injection?”
“No, look at other people’s injections.”
Yao Yao’s mother knew that the doctors here were all top-notch doctors. Although Brucille looked younger, she still did not doubt it. After all, the Jiang hospital was already the best hospital.
She asked anxiously, “Dr. Yip, what’s wrong with my daughter?”
“It’s okay, it’s just a few small problems, but I feel like she’s malnutritional. It’s clearly a bit weaker than a child of her age.”
After that, Brucille carried Yao Yao on his back, and no one objected. From time to time, a doctor came to inquire Yao Yao’s condition.
Carrying the little girl on his back, Brucille could clearly feel her heartbeat, pulse, and level of breathing, thus to judge whether the little girl was really healthy.
The second patient was seriously unconscious. More accurately, he was temporarily pushed out of the ICU. On the medical record of the scene, there were names of the patients and their sick history.
The patient was hospitalized in Yunnan and was 55 years old. He had a heart rack operation two years ago. Half a month ago, the old disease relapsed in the hospital and had been in a coma until now.
Brucille selected the patients he was interested in in the crowd. He couldn’t treat all ten people, because there was only half an hour of consultation time in total.
One of them was the young girl on his back, Yao Yao. Later, he would give her a small examination, and her condition could be determined.
Then he came to bed No. 7. The patient was 27 years old, with a pair of bamboos at the age of 4, and her limbs were intact, but she was not able to walk well and was deformed.
Because the tile injury and the meridians hindered the ability to move, his research focused on using acupuncture or traditional Chinese medicine to gradually restore part of his ability to take care of himself.
However, the patient had been ill for 23 years, and he was also a cold-blooded patient. This disease could not be immediately cured, so few people would like to see him.
Brucille saw the patient’s hands shaking involuntarily. Such a disease would probably follow the patient for the rest of his life.
He walked over and asked in a low voice, “Li Gu, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes, doctor.”
The test showed that his IQ was no problem and he graduated from junior high school, but Brucille’s conjecture might not be able to last for more than nine months a year like all normal children.
“Can you extend your hands and feet? Let me have a look?”
“All right.”
Yao Yao was a little scared when she saw such a bad patient, so she held Brucille’s neck tightly.
“Brother, why is he trembling? His hand is also bending unnaturally. Is he sick?”
“Yes, it is because he is ill that he came to the hospital for treatment.”
The range of the right hand was larger, and the range of the left hand was limited. It could only be simply lifted and lowered. According to the family’s descriptions, it seemed that the condition had become worse in the past two years.