"The so-called intellectual regression is also a kind of mental illness, but this cannot be said to be a mental problem. It may also be caused by a lack of certain physical elements in the body or a lesions in a certain part of the brain."

"It mainly occurs in the elderly, with young and middle-aged people occupying a very small number. People suffering from this disease will quickly regress in their intelligence, and their words and deeds are like babies. Therefore, it is called "intellectual regression, if infantile disease" in medicine." Qin Luo patiently explained to Zhang Min.

Of course, this disease is extremely rare. Even in the world's medical database, there may not be any storage cases. Therefore, this is also the conclusion that all doctors have come to the "mental ill patients" after seeing the twins.

However, a book called "The Collection of Curious Diseases" in the Qin family made detailed records, saying that a traditional Chinese medicine doctor named Han Yu discovered that an old woman suffered from this strange disease during the Ming Dynasty. Qin Luo remembered it deeply after reading it.

"Collection of Weird Diseases" is just a collection of books that specializes in collecting strange diseases in all dynasties. The book does not discuss and reconcile the conditions of this disease, so Qin Luo has to explore how to treat it alone.

Zhang Min is not a doctor. Although she understood what her daughter's condition was, she was still confused on some key issues and asked, "Doctor Qin, then what is this - intellectual regression - is Ruoxian's disease serious?"

"Seriously." Qin Luo said.

"It's more serious than mental illness?" Zhang Min's joy when she heard that her daughter was not mentally ill had long disappeared, and her heart hung high again.

"This is hard to say." Qin Luo said frankly. "If the two sisters Xirong and Xiyu are caused by the lack of certain elemental substances in the body, we only need to supplement these elements and prescribe the right medicine, then it will be easily solved."

"But if it is caused by a lesions in the brain or other part, this will be more difficult." Qin Luo turned his face to look at the pair of sisters who were laughing with a smile on his face, and then said: "If this disease is caused by mental reasons, it is the worst. It is more troublesome to treat than a simple mental illness."

"Oh my god." Zhang Min said: "What should I do?"

"So, you have to find a way to get them to take the pulse first and let me see their physical condition." Qin Luo said.

Zhang Min nodded, then pulled Xirong to Qin Luo and said, "Be good at Xirong, let the doctor see you."

"I'm not. I'm not." Xirong struggled to retreat. "He is not a doctor. He is a pervert. He was going to touch Xiyu's hand just now."

"Uncle is not a pervert. He is a doctor. Please extend your hand quickly." Zhang Min was about to use coercion.

"No, no." Xirong really has a childlike character. The more hard others are, the stronger she opposes. "He is not a doctor. If he is a doctor, why didn't he wear white clothes?"

White clothes?

Qin Luo was stunned. Could it be that in the children's minds, only those who wear white clothes are doctors?

Thinking of this, Qin Luo's heart felt a little tingling.

Western medicine not only puts a lot of effort into market share, but also has unique insights in image recognition.

Don’t underestimate the child’s words. This is a common phenomenon in society. For example, when we see the yellow character of ‘’, we know that it is McDonald’s. When we see the briefs, we think of Mercedes-Benz. When we see the white translucent shirt and plaid skirt, we know that they are Japanese women’s middle school students. When we see the white military uniform, we know that they are navy-

"Traditional Chinese medicine should also have its own image mark." Qin Luo made up his mind in his heart.

Let’s start with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. When people see people wearing this kind of clothes walking on the street, they will know that they are doctors and Chinese traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

"This - the doctor uncle just forgot to change his clothes today." Zhang Min said. "Come here quickly. Xirong must be obedient."

"But a girl will get pregnant after being touched by a man." Xirong said in fear. "What if he doesn't marry me, what if my baby doesn't have a father?"

""

Zhang Min glanced at Qin Luo helplessly and said, "Don't worry. Uncle will marry you."

Xirong looked at Qin Luo's face seriously, then nodded and said, "Okay. He looks pretty good, so I promise to marry him."

She sent her hand to Qin Luo delicately, and said with a blushing face: "Touch it."

"It's so ridiculous." Qin Luo thought, then reached out and grabbed Xirong's marijuana.

Three minutes later, Qin Luo let go of his hand and said, "The pulse is slightly weak, everything else is normal."

"That means there is no problem?" Zhang Min asked. "It's not a physical problem, it's a mental problem?"

Qin Luo said: "There is no way to draw a conclusion for the time being. I will take the pulse for Xiyu first."

But as soon as I turned around, I saw two girls strode upstairs.

"Xi Yu. Stop." Zhang Min shouted and chased after him.

Qin Luo didn't understand what was going on, so he quickly followed.

The two girls climbed up the stairs, ran into the room, and slammed the door.

"Xirong. Open the door quickly. Xirong." Zhang Min shouted behind the door.

The two girls did not answer, but there was a voice coming out, and the two girls seemed to be discussing something lively.

Qin Luo patted her shoulder and said, "Wait first. Listen to what they say in it."

Zhang Min understood and stopped slapping the door.

“Is there any?”

"You touch it."

"Not touched."

"Touch again."

"It's still not touched."

After a while, the voice paused and then rang again: "Will you not be pregnant?"

"But I clearly saw that he had touched your hand just now."

Pregnant?

Qin Luo was instantly petrified at the door. She wouldn't really let herself be responsible, right? I wonder if I could explain to them the fact that she already had a fiancée and could not marry other women as her wife.

"Doctor Qin, I'm so sorry." Zhang Min said awkwardly: "She doesn't know anything. Don't take it to heart."

"I know. They are patients." Qin Luo nodded and said. He also hoped that others would not take this kind of thing to heart. "Do you have the key?"

"Downstairs. I'll get it." Zhang Min said. "I have additional keys for each room, just because I'm afraid they will lock themselves in the room and not come out."

Qin Luo smiled and expressed his understanding.

It’s enough for a daughter to get sick. Both daughters get sick at the same time, and they all get mentally ill. This matter is probably going to be crazy if some people are involved.

Bang!

Before Zhang Min went downstairs to get the keys, the door of the room was opened from inside.

Xirong and Xiyu stood at the door of the room and looked at Qin Luo blankly. Then Xiyu walked over and pulled Qin Luo's right hand, looked left and right, and pulled Qin Luo's hand skin with his hands and said, "There is no mask on it."

""

Qin Luo felt that he had almost mastered the conditions of these two girls, so he was ready to take the initiative and could no longer be led by them passively.

He buckled Xiyu's wrist with his backhand, and then with a little force on his thumb, Xiyu fell softly into his arms.

"Ah. What's wrong with my sister?" Xirong exclaimed.

"She fell asleep." Qin Luo said with a smile.

He carried Xiyu to the big bed in the room, then walked to Xirong again, and said, "You can sleep for a while too."

"I don't sleep. I don't want to sleep." Xirong turned around and wanted to run away, but was grabbed by Qin Luo. Then she pressed her neck and fainted in Qin Luo's arms.

Seeing Qin Luo pressing his two daughters down neatly, Zhang Min asked worriedly: "Doctor Qin, are they okay?"

"It's okay." Qin Luo said. "I need to use needles for them. But be sure to keep quiet when using needles. It may be difficult for them to calm down when they wake up."

"That's good." Zhang Min said. "Are I going to do something?"

"Come and come here for warm water." Qin Luo said. "Do you have a first aid kit at home? Find me some disinfectant cotton or alcohol."

"Okay. I'll send it to you later." Zhang Min hurriedly ran out to work hard.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Min, Qin Luo got into the car and let Datou drive away.

Today is my first time here, and I just want to understand the basic situation of the patients. I also used the needle energy of the Taiyi Divine Needle to travel all over their bodies to see what organs in the body have lesions or meridian blockages. As for the specific treatment, it will take some time.

This is a new problem and a new challenge that Qin Luo encountered. He is ready to fight a protracted war.

Although he came with a mission, Qin Luo did not mention Li Tenghui's name in front of Zhang Min, and did not even ask her husband why such a problem did not occur with her husband.

Now, regardless of whether there is that mission or whether there is a key figure Li Tenghui, he will cure the sisters.

It is related to character and has an affair with hobbies. He likes to cure diseases and likes the process and pleasure of conquering various stubborn and strange diseases.

As soon as the car drove out of the community, a BMW Seven Series that had been waiting for a long time rushed out, blocking straight in front of the road they were moving forward.

When the car window was pressed, a handsome face appeared in a young man.

"Get out. If you don't want to die, don't come to this community again in the future, and don't try to treat them." The man shouted coldly.

"Are you?" Qin Luo asked lying on the edge of the car window. He was sure he didn't know this young man, and he didn't like to know too many handsome guys.

"You don't have to care who I am. You don't have to care about you." The man said arrogantly. "Remember what I said. Otherwise you will die miserably."

"I can't promise you." Qin Luo shook his head and said. "If I give up halfway through the treatment of the patient, my grandfather will be angry."

Many people asked me: Lao Liu, the novel you wrote is so fun, how could you get depression? Are you lying to us? Yes, I'm also very strange, how could a little man with such a sunny, kind, humorous and cute feeling get depression? Later I figured it out that it was because the novel I wrote was so fun that I got depression. You won't know how much time it takes for every classic or touching joke in the book, nor do you know how many times I have to modify and think about the words you smiled with your lips.

I am not a genius, I am just a text organizer who is as diligent as an old ox. My diligence is not reflected in speed, but in your smiling faces.
Chapter completed!