Chapter 1342: Don’t kill even if you hand over a gun!

Miller Fisher Syndrome? What is it?

Perhaps, only Wang Tao among the people present could understand the meaning of this professional term.

Wang Tao's grandfather is a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor in China. He has laid a solid medical foundation since he was a child. When he was admitted to Yanjing Medical College in college, he chose Western medicine. After graduation, he was admitted to Harvard University, the most famous medical school in the United States, with excellent results.

Admit and become a graduate student.

Later, he obtained a doctorate from Harvard, and then returned to China to benefit his compatriots. However, the way he benefited his compatriots was different from Qin Luo.

He does not engage in industry or promote medicine. He only works as a family doctor for wealthy and powerful families or officials, and earns a large commission every year.

Being able to treat people like the Wenren family shows his reputation among the wealthy class.

While Qin Luo is making money, he also wants to promote the cause of traditional Chinese medicine. There is an essential difference between the two.

"Why is it impossible?" Qin Luo asked.

"This disease is too rare," Wang Tao said. "Moreover, is it too arbitrary to identify Miller-Fisher syndrome based on just these symptoms? There are many other diseases that also have these signs when they break out. At least.

We should check the blood before we know for sure."

About 99% of people in China have never heard of Miller Fisher Syndrome. Even doctors in the professional field may not have any understanding of this case.

Millerfisher syndrome is a rare, acquired polyneuritis disease, which is considered to be a variant of Guillain-Barre syndrome. Its cause is still uncertain, and its pathological phenomenon is functional defect of the cranial nerve nuclei in the brainstem.

"Doctor Wang, what kind of disease does this Miller Fisher have?" Wen Renkong asked anxiously. He heard it several times, but he couldn't give him the full name of the disease.

"This is a variant of Guillain-Barré syndrome, an autoimmune-mediated peripheral neuropathy. Elderly people rarely get this disease. People aged 20 to 40 are most susceptible. The main cause of the disease is the autoimmune system.

There is a problem." Wang Tao explained aloud. "I saw a case at Harvard Medical School. There are about 2,500 patients in the world. However, most of these patients are young and middle-aged, and the elderly.

The incidence rate is extremely low.”

"Extremely low does not mean there is no disease." Qin Luo said with certainty. "I have also seen an introduction to this disease in the Chinese Medical Journal. According to my diagnosis, the two diseases are completely consistent."

"I still recommend a blood diagnosis." Wang Tao said. This is not only related to Mr. Wenren's disease, but also related to the level of medical skills of himself and Qin Luo.

If Qin Luo's diagnosis is correct, but he fails to diagnose it in time, doesn't it mean that his medical skills are not as good as his?

Please, I am a top student at Harvard Medical School and a doctorate who is proficient in Chinese and Western medicine. How can I compare with a barefoot doctor who has no formal education?

So what if you are famous? If you are famous, your medical skills will be better?

Wenren Muyue looked at Wang Tao and asked: "How long does the blood diagnosis take?"

"I need to rush back to the laboratory to do it," Wang Tao said. "It will take four hours at the fastest."

"It's been too long." Wenren Muyue said. Mr. Wenrenting was still unconscious, and every quarter of an hour was torture for her. "What about you?"

"I can start now." Qin Luo said. He is a Chinese medicine doctor, but he is very interested in some Western medical literature. Of course, this interest is mainly driven by Lin Qingyuan.

Because Lin Qingyuan is the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, he subscribes to a large number of medical newspapers and magazines at home. When he has nothing to do, Qin Luo likes to use these magazines to pass the time.

I forgot when I saw a report introducing the disease Miller Fisher Syndrome. Qin Luo thought the name was rather strange, so he read the entire paper carefully.

After finishing the work, he kept thinking about how to treat such a disease if his patient got it.

Although he knew that he might never encounter such a strange disease in his life. But what if he did?

Moreover, as a doctor, a top doctor in the field, sometimes he also feels lonely, empty and cold, seeking defeat - it is not a bad thing to challenge him more.

After a period of research and exploration, he finally conceived a treatment plan--of course, this treatment plan was mainly imagined in his mind and had no effective implementation.

There is no way, there are no such patients around him to conduct clinical experiments on him.

Wenren Muyue glanced at Wenrenting who was lying on the hospital bed and said, "Let's get started."

"Wait a minute." Wen Renkong shouted loudly. He stood in front of Qin Luo forcefully and shouted loudly: "Wenren Muyue, what do you want to do? Do you want to kill your grandfather? What disease it is that hasn't been diagnosed yet.

Can you just treat it casually? What if your grandfather has a problem? Whose fault is it if there is a problem? "

"It has been diagnosed." Wenren Muyue said, "Miller Fisher syndrome."

"Who made the diagnosis? How could he understand these strange names from the West?" Wen Renqi said angrily. "Such a disease should be left in the hands of more professional people. You can't just do it casually."

"He is very professional."

"How is he so professional?" Wen Renxiu counterattacked. "Mu Yue, you don't know his origins, do you? He has never even stepped through the school gate, what does he know?"

"You have been out of school for more than ten years, what have you learned?" Wenren Muyue asked.

"You-----" Wen Renxeng almost choked to death at this question. He grew up in a well-off family. He went to elementary school, middle school, and university just like he did. He didn't have to worry about finding a job, and his family had enough money.

He squandered several lifetimes. Why did he learn those things?

"He didn't learn anything, so he didn't do anything." Wen Renzhen said. "Some people haven't learned anything and still insist on standing out. This is wrong. Sometimes it is better to do nothing than to make many mistakes.

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"Don't forget that my grandfather's illness was cured by Mr. Qin Zheng. They are our benefactors to the Wen family."

"That was back then. Not now. That person was Mr. Qin Zheng, not Qin Luo in front of me." Wen Renkong said. "Besides, who can guarantee that Qin Luo will be able to cure the old man this time?"

"I have decided." Wenren Muyue said forcefully. She was still a little weak in arguing with the people in her family. Moreover, arguing was not her strong point in the first place.

"We have also decided. Before the blood test results come out, we will not allow anyone to reach out casually." Wen Renkong also shouted loudly.

Wenren Muyue hoped that Wenren Ting would wake up quickly. She still needs the support of this old man. She can control the situation of the group company, but these relatives in the house are not under her control.

But Wen Renkong didn't want Wen Renting to wake up so soon, or in other words, it was best not to wake up. Because only when he was gone would his right to speak increase dramatically. At that time, the power would be devolved from Wen Ren Muyue or maybe

It was just a matter of course to split the money - he knew that the brothers, nephews and nephews behind him would support him. They were also dissatisfied with Wenren Muyue's sole control of power.

One is as cold as ice and the other is as angry as an ox.

One is young, but holds great power. The other is old, but has many supporters.

Neither of them is willing to give in, and the Wenren family's fight for financial rights has begun from now on.

Qin Luo shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he was going to stand up and be a villain again.

He walked to the window and shouted: "Big head."

A few seconds later, Big Head appeared at the door of the room.

"What is your responsibility?" Qin Luo asked.

"Protect and attack." Big Head said.

"Okay. I'm going to treat Mr. Wenren now. If someone dares to attack me while I'm treating him, do you know what to do?" Qin Luo said.

"I know." Datou agreed enthusiastically. Then he took both guns and stared at the Wenren family members with a vigilant expression.

"You have people, but we don't have people?" Wen Renkong was really pissed off by Qin Luo's behavior.

This is their Wenren family. He is the oldest and highest-status person in the Wenren family at this time. Why should he listen to the threats of a rogue boy?

"Come up with the guards. Someone broke into a famous house in an attempt to endanger the safety of his family." Wen Renkong shouted.

The other junior members of the Wenren family were also suffocating. When they heard their uncle's words, they immediately rushed out and called for the Wenren family's bodyguards.

Wow------

There was a shaking sound on the stairs, and then a dozen men in black clothes with stern expressions rushed up and surrounded the room.

"Hand over his gun and drive them both out." Wen Renkong pointed at Datou and Qin Luo and issued the order.

Kaka------

Big head turned around and used the two guns in his hands to fight against the dozen guns at the door.

Judging from the number of people, he is obviously at a disadvantage.

However, he had no such awareness at all.

"Hand in the gun and not kill."

Datou said in a cold voice without making any waves.

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