Chapter 290: The old man with bones tied to his back
Under the spotlight, an elderly man with a thin body and gray hair and beard sat in front of Wang Tao. The old man sat there quietly. His face was expressionless. There were many brown spots on the skin on his face.
The big spots are like pigeon eggs, and the small spots are as big as peanuts. They look very scary.
"This patient was recommended by the Affiliated Hospital of a neighboring province and was taught by Professor Chen Kaixuan. Skin diseases are difficult to cure, especially skin cancer. This patient was initially diagnosed with skin cancer by the Affiliated Hospital of a neighboring province." Wu Yali
He said in a low voice. This is the first row of skin disease patients to appear in this medical competition.
Wang Tao got closer to the old man and looked at the spots on the old man's face carefully.
Similarly, there was a patient sitting in front of Hu Wangyue. The difference was that the patient was slightly fat, about fifty years old, with a slightly bald head. His face was full of fat. He was sitting there breathing slightly. He was different from the patient in front of Wang Tao.
Yes, the patient's face was molted, and his hands, feet, and limbs were all molted. It looked very scary.
Wu Yali introduced: "This patient was also recommended by a hospital affiliated to a neighboring province and was brought here by Professor Chen Kaixuan. This patient also suffered from a stubborn skin disease. The patient was initially diagnosed as skin cancer by the hospital affiliated to a neighboring province.
I am very distressed as I seek medical advice everywhere but cannot find a cure. I also ask Dr. Hu to use his superb medical skills to alleviate this patient's pain."
"Both miracle doctors have twenty minutes. Please use your superb medical skills to alleviate the pain of the two patients." Wu Yali said.
Wang Tao walked up to the old man and asked with a smile: "Old man, how long have you had the spots on your face?"
The old man raised his head, looked up at Wang Tao with a pair of cloudy old eyes, and said: "It's been two years. It started growing two years ago. It's just not this big. It was like the tip of a needle at the time. No one expected that it would grow so big in two years."
Wang Tao shook his head and said with a smile: "Old man, I don't think these are spots on your face."
"What is it if it's not a spot?" Lao Ren asked doubtfully.
"This is a gangster."
"Nonsense! How can there be such a big mole?" the old man said dissatisfied.
Wang Tao laughed and said: "I said it was a mole, but you still don't believe it. Old man, do you dare to take off your clothes in front of tens of thousands of viewers?"
"What are you taking off your clothes for?" the old man asked.
"If you take off your clothes, I can see the root of the disease on your body. The scab on your face is just the root of the disease." Wang Tao said matter-of-factly.
"Do you really want to take it off?"
"Of course I have to take it off. Could it be that the old man is shy?" Wang Tao said with a bad smile.
The old man's face turned red. He pointed at Wang Tao and shook his head helplessly. There was a hint of doting in his eyes.
Without saying a word, the old man took off his clothes as soon as he was told. He reached out to unbutton his clothes and took off his upper body clothes in twos and twos, revealing his skinny little body.
"The old man can go sell ribs." Wang Tao said with a smile.
"You're a young man. How can you talk to an old man like this?" The old man laughed and scolded. He was not angry.
The reason why Wang Tao dared to joke with the old man like this was because he was very observant. From the crow's feet on the old man's face, it can be seen that the old man is an optimistic little old man in his daily life.
Wang Tao circled around the old man, his eyes widened, and asked in surprise: "Old man, why is there a bone tied to your lower back?"
As soon as Wang Tao said this, Wu Yali immediately came over and looked at the old man's back with a pair of almond-shaped round eyes full of surprise, with an unnatural expression on her face.
The camera then turned and came behind the old man - whether it was the audience at the Medical Fighting Conference, the tens of thousands of viewers at Huaying Open Square, or the hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV and computer screens.
Everyone cried out in surprise at this scene.
"How could this happen? Is this old man a pervert?" A middle-aged fat aunt who was playing with her fat grandson in front of Huaying Plaza said with her mouth wide open in surprise.
"It's too scary. Is this old man a murderer?" The male owner of a family of three sitting in front of the TV in a shantytown in Yunhai City asked in shock.
Almost at the same time, there was an explosion in the arena of the Medical Fighting Conference. People were talking a lot.
"I said, are the ribs tied around the old man's waist? I said, your old man is very good at living. He even offered a rib to the Kitchen God."
"Adam's bones or Eve's bones?"
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San Dao said in confusion: "This old man is really interesting. Why do you tie a bone to your back when you have nothing to do? You might as well tie a piece of meat."
"Why tie up a piece of meat?" Lin Qianxue asked.
"Isn't this simple? Use it when you are lonely, cook it when you are hungry. Kill two birds with one stone." Sandao blurted out.
"Use it? Why use it?" Lin Qianxue was even more confused.
Sandao suddenly smiled and said: "Well - it's hard to say. By the way, you can ask Wang Tao when you have time, he will definitely know."
"Don't tell me you're a cheapskate!" Lin Qianxue pouted and said dissatisfiedly.
"Xiaoxue." Lu Wushuang pulled Lin Qianxue, gave him a three-faced look, and said coldly: "Ignore him, he can't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth, so he will definitely have nothing good to say."
That's right.
The angle of the camera lens was very good. What appeared in front of the big screen was a pure white bone, which was tied to the back of the old man with a red ribbon. The red belt showed its age and had turned yellow.
Wang Tao looked at the old man in front of him. At this time, the old man's wrinkled face showed a trace of pain that could not be described in words.
"Old man, is there any story here?" Wang Tao asked softly.
A good doctor should not only cure the patient's physical illness, but also cure the patient's mental illness.
The old man sighed deeply and said, "The past is too painful to look back on. It's okay not to mention it."
"Don't---Old man, just say what you have to say. I think you are not only physically sick, but also mentally ill, which needs heart medicine. I think this bone is the root of your illness," Wang Tao said.
The old man sighed softly and said: "It happened forty years ago. My newlywed wife and I responded to the call of the motherland and were the first batch of Chinese people to go to Africa to support the construction of black brothers."
"My wife and I were both biologists at the time, and we were very fascinated by the wild animals on the African savannah. So my wife and I drove the small truck assigned to us by the organization and drove through the dense vegetation of the African savannah."
"That time, we were so excited because we saw giraffes, zebras, wildebeests, cheetahs and African lions."
"However, great joy brings sorrow. We were enjoying watching it, and suddenly the car stalled." The old man said solemnly.
"At this time, several lions ran over and started circling around our car. But the car couldn't start no matter what." The old man's voice became heavier.
"The shotgun is placed in the back of the pickup truck, but if you want to get the shotgun, you have to get out of the car first. I said to my wife: I'll run out and lure the lion away, and you go to the back to get the gun."
"But-----"
There were faint tears in the old man's cloudy eyes.
"But before I could open the car door, my wife looked at me, opened the door and rushed out quickly——"