"Is his disease really contagious?" Roy Yi opened his mouth slightly and looked at Dean Yang and asked.
"A year ago, when he first came here, he was not contagious, but now he is." Dean Yang said with a solemn expression: "Before him, thirty-eight people in his village had died, all of them were infected with this disease.
Strange disease. He had more or less contact with thirty-eight people who died. The reason why he came to our hospital was precisely because he suspected that he would have this disease."
"When he first came to our hospital, he said that he would rather be treated as a guinea pig in a glass than die inexplicably like the other folks."
"And he is now terminally ill." Dean Yang sighed sadly.
Hou Lao, an old Chinese medicine doctor, shook his head helplessly. He had also diagnosed and treated this patient. At that time, he treated the patient with the excitement of a primary school student doing arithmetic problems, but in the end he found that there was no solution to the arithmetic problem at all.
Principal Hei stared at Wang Tao with a gloomy face. He wished he could take off his protective clothing with his eyes and let him contract a strange disease that would make life worse than death.
Wang Tao gently closed the third glass door and walked slowly to the patient's side. The skinny man lying on the hospital bed just stared at the white ceiling without moving his eyes. He did not realize that there was an extra person in the room.
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Walking to the man's side, Wang Tao illuminated his eyes with a miniature flashlight and found that his pupils did not dilate. With the dazzling light, the man's pupils shrank sharply.
Wang Tao opened the man's mouth and looked at his tongue coating. A fishy smell wafted out. Fortunately, Wang Tao was wearing a double-layer disinfectant mask. Otherwise, he would have been fainted.
Stretching out his fingers and using thin rubber gloves, Wang Tao took his pulse.
The man's arms were frighteningly thin, as if most of the water had been evaporated by a scorching fireball, leaving only the blood that could only sustain life.
It took a while for Wang Tao to find the man's pulse. Before he could determine whether the man's disease was contagious, Wang Tao did not dare to take off his gloves and come into direct contact with the man's skin.
The man's pulse appeared to be like a gossamer, but Wang Tao vaguely felt that the man's body had extremely strong vitality, but it seemed to be suppressed by something.
After careful exploration, no foreign matter or organic disease was found in the man's body.
He is obviously a young man in his thirties and in his prime, but why does his pulse and breath look like that of an old man who is over seventy years old?
Wang Tao was puzzled.
They carefully checked the man's pulse three times, but found nothing in the end. As Dean Yang said: The patient was only slightly anemic and his body's organs were normal.
This is the weirdest illness Wang Tao has ever encountered. He clearly knows that the other person is sick, but no matter how hard you try to diagnose, you can't find any disease.
There were glistening beads of sweat on his forehead and slowly rolled down his eyes. Wang Tao's mood was a little impetuous. This was the first time he was so uncalm when diagnosing a patient.
Strange! Very strange!
This disease was the only one Wang Tao had seen in his life.
I recalled the book "Ji Shi Fang" with a yellowish cover and an unknown age. It contained thousands of rare and difficult diseases in ancient times. However, there was no record of this disease in it.
Wang Tao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He stood up and shook his head helplessly at all the hopeful people outside the intensive care unit.
Director Luo sighed softly, and the corners of Roy Yi's red lips curled up slightly. Dean Yang and Mr. Hou looked at each other helplessly.
Principal Hei felt happy at this moment, with a big black face, and almost laughed out loud. If you are pretending to be cool, you must understand the price you pay if you fail to show off. Young people, after all, are a bit young!
Compared with the crowd that greeted Wang Tao before he entered the intensive care unit just now, when he opened the door and came out, everyone just smiled kindly.
This is an era where strength speaks for itself. The world only loves the successful and has no time to care about the losers. Wang Tao is not bothered by the contrasting attitudes of everyone.
"It seems that Dr. Wang Tao is young after all and has never seen many difficult and complicated diseases." Principal Hei looked at Wang Tao with a smile and said first: "But this is good. Even if the disease cannot be cured, we can still try it first.
Long experience.”
Wang Tao glanced at Principal Hei coldly and ignored him.
Among the crowd, only Roy Yi ran over, blinked at him, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you were finally defeated once, although the person who defeated you was not me."
Wang Tao was a little dumbfounded. How could he be so comforting?
"Is he really cured?" Roy Yi curiously wanted to know Wang Tao's answer.
"It's not that there's no cure, it's that we can't diagnose what disease he has at all?" Wang Tao corrected.
"Is he not sick? Look at that look. He is as thin as a ghost, and you still say he is not sick? I think he is going to die soon."
"Death may be a kind of relief for him." Wang Tao said lightly.
Instead of living like a zombie like him, it would be better to die happily.
"Tch! How can you be a doctor like this? You advise patients to die early when they cannot be cured, and you also comfort the patient's family members by saying, 'Death early, relief is early'. Is this what you, a doctor, should say?" Roy Yi said with a pair of clever words.
He stared at Wang Tao angrily and said.
"Then what do you think the doctor should say?"
"I don't know what the doctor should say. I only know that doctors have the heart of parents. How can parents advise their children to die early and be relieved? Also, doctors must have a benevolent heart as a healer."
"Benevolence? Do you have one? Please lend me one."
"you----"
Roy Yi's little chest was heaving with anger, and he pointed at the tip of Wang Tao's nose and was about to curse.
Suddenly, when Wang Tao moved his eyes from Roy Yi's face to a young nurse opposite who was giving eye drops to a patient, his heart suddenly moved.
He suddenly remembered that when he first came to Yunhai, he helped retired veteran Lao Ma remove eyeworms from his eyes at Xinglin Clinic.
Suddenly, the constricted pupils of the patients in the intensive care unit appeared in his mind. On the surface, they looked like nothing, but the constriction speed of the pupils was more than one beat slower than that of normal people.
Could this be the problem?
An idea flashed in Wang Tao's mind. He said to the people who were about to leave the intensive care unit: "Please give me a minute!"
After saying that, he turned around and rushed into the intensive care unit again.
Everyone was confused by his crazy behavior. It was clear that the patient's disease could not be found, so why did he go in?
Wang Tao rushed into the intensive care unit at lightning speed and said apologetically to the man lying on the hospital bed: "I'm sorry, you may be in pain later. But please hold it back. Because, I think I have discovered it."
The root of your illness."
After saying that, three silver needles in his hand flew towards the patient's chest----