Chapter 57 Class A Body Scanning Detection Function
Mr. Chen must have a lot of money.
But grandpa is definitely not treating patients for money.
For most people, there is still a misunderstanding in traditional Chinese medicine. The more serious the condition, the more expensive the medicine required. When some bullshit novels encounter severe patients, they will say, "Prepare five million, let's take a medicine."
"Wild ginseng will last five hundred years."
In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, it is said that ginseng can replenish essence and qi, but it also depends on the patient's condition.
If you really eat indiscriminately, even a living person will be eaten to death.
On the contrary, when it comes to the use of medicines for severe patients, extreme caution must be exercised. The selection of medicines does not necessarily have to be very expensive. It mainly depends on the doctor's understanding of the condition, the combination of the selected medicines, and the right medicine.
Dad has high expectations for Mr. Chen, and all he can hope for is that after his condition stabilizes, he can introduce some "rich clients" through his connections.
Rich people pay attention to maintenance. Every year Uncle Zhang comes over and talks about the situation in the south, making him envious of his dead father.
A set of nourishing formulas, cordyceps, velvet antlers, seahorses and other expensive medicinal herbs are provided casually, and a course of treatment costs RMB 40,000 to RMB 50,000. People still think that you did not prescribe it properly for me, and I am not short of money.
Waiting for Dr. Zhou to tell him about the origin of the old man, a giant Buddhist man from the south, wearing LV and the same style of wheelchair as Mr. Huo.
Dad almost stood there and raised his eyebrows...
That night.
Grandpa reads very late.
Again, when treating cancer with traditional Chinese medicine, it cannot be regarded as cancer. Gangrene is a general term for swollen lesions in the nasal cavity. We should start from this aspect to study the right medicine. As for whether it is effective, we will only know after trying it.
This is a process of groping forward.
For Grandpa, this opportunity is rare.
My grandfather has dealt with no more than thirty cancer patients, and most of them are terminally ill. This is exactly what the saying goes, "Western medicine tells you to seek Chinese medicine, and a dead horse is treated as a live horse doctor."
In the later stages of cancer, cancer cells invade multiple organs, changing almost every day. The body has lost its basic immunity after undergoing radiotherapy and chemotherapy, and is unable to support drug stimulation. It has even become tolerant to many drugs and cannot respond to them.
It works.
What should Chinese medicine doctors do? How to start?
Mr. Chen's situation can be regarded as a good experience accumulation case. He has stage II nasopharyngeal cancer, his condition is stable, and he has a history of taking traditional Chinese medicine. Grandpa can seek experience from the previous doctor's medication ideas. This opportunity is rare.
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The next day.
The free clinic continued the next day.
Compared with the free clinic on the first day, the number of people queuing up for the free clinic today was significantly reduced.
After all, it is a designated free clinic, and the people it faces are only the surrounding residents. Those who have seen it do not need to continue to see it. The number of people will decrease as the process progresses.
In the whole morning, only sixty-five people were consulted.
By noon.
People from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital came over to deliver food, and dad actually ran over too.
Grandpa frowned slightly: "Why are you here if you don't stay in your own place?"
The old man laughed and said, "There are only a few people over there, but today the number of people has dropped significantly. It's not busy at all. I'm thinking of coming over here to see what's going on here."
"What's there to see? Huh!" Grandpa snorted coldly, how could he not see Zhou Congshu's little thoughts.
It's just that I heard about Mr. Chen's situation yesterday and planned to come over today to join in the fun.
"After you have eaten, come back to me. If you have agreed to a free clinic, take it seriously and stand guard at every shift."
Regarding Mr. Chen's matter, Zhou Shouming did not want his son to get involved.
Grandpa had spoken, but Dad didn't have any temper. He didn't have the guts to argue with his father yet. After dinner, he deliberately waited for a long time and no one came, so he could only get in the car and drive away in despair.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
The mahjong players who came with Mr. Chen yesterday set up a mahjong stall under the grove.
There was a ready-made chess table, covered with soft cushions, and the game started, but Mr. Chen was the only one missing from the crowd.
Zhou Sheng didn't pay attention at first, but when he noticed his grandfather's eyes glancing away from time to time, he suddenly discovered the question: "Grandpa, why don't I go and ask?"
Zhou Shouming didn't say anything, which was his acquiescence.
Grandpa attached great importance to Mr. Chen's case. Even though he didn't want to show his eagerness, as a grandson, Zhou Yisheng understood his grandfather's psychological activities, so he got up and walked over...
When several old people saw Zhou Sheng coming, they smiled and asked before he could speak, "Are you looking for Lao Chen? Lao Chen didn't come today."
Zhou Shengsheng didn’t say anything about yesterday’s appointment, he just said: “Don’t Mr. Chen come here often?”
"It's quite common. Sometimes we come three days in a row, sometimes we come every other day. You can't tell. We are always there to join in the trouble. We don't have a phone. If you have a phone, I can help you ask. You guys are also kind-hearted...
…”
After a casual chat, Zhou Yisheng came back without success and comforted his grandfather by saying: "Maybe something happened temporarily. Wait a minute. Didn't you say a good thing yesterday?"
"Haha, it's okay. If he can be trusted, he will come naturally."
Time passes by every second.
Seeing that the day's free clinic was coming to an end, and Mr. Chen hadn't shown up yet, even Zhou Sheng felt a chill in his heart.
Grandpa was busy late last night, so he really took it to heart.
I haven't seen my grandpa put so much thought into it in many years.
Even, Zhou Yisheng had a bad premonition in his heart. Mr. Chen's condition was serious, and he was willing to believe his grandfather, but his family's attitude was inconsistent. His grandfather asked him to bring the medical records, and Mr. Chen must inform his family about his difficulty in moving.
If you ask a doctor at a free clinic, a normal person would probably find it unreliable.
And looking at Mr. Chen's condition, his family must be very caring about him. Just say that he is dressed like a fashionable man even if he is rich.
In the end, the free clinic ended and no one showed up. Zhou Yisheng could only continue to comfort him: "Maybe he will come over tomorrow."
However, grandpa had given up hope and responded with a wry smile: "Forget it, don't comfort grandpa. After all, we are not acquaintances and we are not locals. It is right for their family to have considerations and doubts."
evening.
All free clinics will still gather in front of Zhoujia Clinic.
The director of the medical department said: "The number of people has dropped significantly today. The total number of points has only reached two-thirds of yesterday. This scale is not enough. The hospital wants to contact retired employees from several nearby state-owned factories tomorrow to come and participate.
It’s the last day of the free clinic, everyone’s hard work…”
"Mr. Zhou, this matter was suddenly decided by the hospital. Do you think there is no problem on your side?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll let you decide."
After a brief communication, they dispersed.
Tomorrow, in addition to having retired factory workers come for a free clinic, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital will also ask reporters to come and take photos in return. It’s just a basic publicity tool, and maybe a minute and a half on the provincial TV evening news.
Zhou Congshu obviously noticed that his old father was not in a high mood, and he immediately made relevant associations. He pulled his son and asked, "Didn't he come?"
"Yes." Zhou Sheng nodded, "Don't ask too many questions when you go back. Grandpa was looking forward to this, but now he feels uncomfortable."
"Hey, let me tell you, how old are you now? Who are you? OK, I'll get your grandpa to have a drink later. It doesn't matter. He is a sick person in our family."
Is Zhou Congshu open-minded? Maybe.
But there is definitely a feeling of sour grapes.
In the evening, the father, son, grandfather and grandson all drank some wine, traditional red wine with a sweet taste. They didn't drink too much, they just drank to enjoy themselves. The old man finally felt a little better.
After drinking, he directed Zhou Sheng to put away yesterday's books again.
I'm not particularly concerned about gains and losses.
Last day of free clinic.
The scene was grand.
Banners were put up at various points, and retired workers from several state-owned factories nearby were organized early in the morning. Many of them lived some distance away from here. It was purely for the purpose of making money. For this reason, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital even got some small gifts.
When I came out, there were thermometers, fever-reducing patches, and hospital-made plasters. Anyway, people who came to see the doctor were very happy to receive small gifts.
Yesterday's free clinic resulted in 137 patients, bringing Zhou Yisheng's experience value to (927/1000).
And today, in just half the morning, the system prompt rang——
"Level B body scanning detection auxiliary function experience value (1000/1000) has been detected. Do you want to upgrade the function level?"
What are you waiting for.
"upgrade!"
The upgrade progress bar appears on the operation interface, and the upgrade speed is obviously much slower than last time.
Zhou Shengsheng was waiting with expectation. Not far away from the entrance of the park, a Toyota Alpha stopped. He knew this car. Mr. Chen was riding in this car when he left the day before yesterday.
As expected.
The car door opened, and an electric lift ramp extended out. Before the caregiver could get out of the car, the old man controlled the electric wheelchair himself and got off.
At the same time, a BMW X6 with red matte paint braked to a sudden stop behind. The middle-aged man in the driver's seat opened the door and spoke in Cantonese that was incompatible with the morning garden on a certain street in Qinzhong: "Abba, Abba."
, waiting for the queue, oops...I'm speechless..."
Mr. Chen ignored him at all, didn't look back, and walked forward angrily.
The old man guarding the park didn't understand what the middle-aged man was yelling anyway, and he didn't need to. He rolled up the red armband on his arm, pointed at the sign saying 'No parking at fire exits', and spoke in a crisp Qinzhong dialect.
He shouted: "Hey, baby, don't read! Park farther away. You won't be allowed to park in this area. Stop in the fog. Hurry up, otherwise you will be fined 200."