Doctor of Healing

"I" stared at the mirror in a daze, and Ji Xiang also stared in a daze, forgetting the purpose of coming to empathize.

This time, Ji Xiang really empathized.

"Ah~~~"

A shrill scream pierced the night.

Chapter 229 The Savior

"What's wrong!"

The middle-aged woman slammed open the bedroom door with a face full of horror, almost falling to the ground.

When she saw her son standing in front of the mirror with a face full of fear and trembling, she burst into tears and hugged the fear-dominated son in her arms.

The mother's embrace was very warm, and seemed to drive away the little girl in red.Even from the perspective of a bystander, Ji Xiang felt the warmth.

"Mom." "I" choked up and said.

"It's okay, let's go see a doctor."

Ji Xiang just relaxed a little bit, and when he heard the word doctor, he instantly woke up.

No, this is empathy. The system NPC has no reason to arrange a sense of horror and horror for no reason.

How could there be A Piao in a serious medical system!

But

Ji Xiang went through all the memories in his mind, but he couldn't find out what kind of disease he was.

The vision of the left eye is a little bit better, and things are not as blurred as before, as if the little girl in red has moved her hand away.

As the sky was getting brighter, the middle-aged woman began to struggle.

Jixiang knew what she was struggling with, but Jixiang himself didn't know what to do.

The helpless doctor, the immortal master who was scratched, the little girl sitting behind her in the middle of the night and blowing on her neck...

All of these are incompatible but natural, Ji Xiang was thinking in confusion, but he had no idea.

It wasn't until the middle-aged woman took him to the hospital and begged him that he became sober after going through the hospitalization procedures at the orthopedics department.

Orthopedics, sports medicine, seems to have something to do with the weakness in the left side, and can only live here.

Jixiang witnessed the whole process of being hospitalized. The middle-aged woman begged the doctor, but she was determined not to accept neurosurgery.

Nervous and spiritual, these two words are often confused by ordinary people. Ji Xiang knew that she was worried that the name of the department would bring another harm to "herself".

After admission and examination, "I" was lying on the hospital bed, but the little girl in red did not leave, but played the game tirelessly.

The patients in the same ward were frightened and consulted with the doctor, and finally moved away one by one.

Large tertiary hospitals are overcrowded, but "own" wards are surprisingly deserted.

The number of people seems to have nothing to do with the frequency of the little girl in red, but the frequency of her visits is getting more and more frequent, and each time she speaks more and more.

This kind of life can't go on anymore, Ji Xiang urgently wants to go back for the first time.

Even Jixiang had a feeling that even the pain of urinary calculus was lighter than this kind of torture.

But the system NPC did not call Jixiang back, but left him here to accompany the patient to experience inhuman things.

a few days later.

There was a commotion outside the door, the door was pushed open, and the person who opened the door respectfully invited the immortal old man to come in.

After entering the door, he glanced at "myself" and sighed, "This is troublesome now."

"Master, what's the matter!" the middle-aged woman asked worriedly with a pale and haggard face.

"The evildoer grows too fast." The fairy-like old man frowned, staring at "myself", "Try it, since you are sincere, I can't refuse others thousands of miles, but this time I can't guarantee whether it will work."

"Master, please save my son." The mother begged.

"Trying it is not enough. There are not many talismans handed down from the master's sect, all of which were drawn by the immortal masters hundreds of years ago..." The old man with a sense of immortality said, pulling a long ending sound.

A thick envelope was stuffed to the young man behind him.

"It will be fine a few days earlier, alas." Although the immortal old man took the money, he still didn't give a word, and sighed with sadness on his face, "The old man can only do his best, everything is fate. , I can't help it at all. Don't think too much about changing your fate against the sky."

"Sword come!"

As soon as the immortal old man stretched out his hand, the mahogany sword was handed to him.

"What are you doing."

A familiar voice came.

Ji Xiang's attention was all on the old man pretending to be a ghost, and he didn't notice anyone coming in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Xiang seemed to be the last straw for a drowning man.

It's Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou!

Jixiang seems to have met a savior.

"Pretend to be a ghost, get out of here." Professor Zhou glanced at the old man with a sense of demeanor, and said contemptuously.

"Why are you talking to my master?" One person scolded.

"Go away." Professor Zhou waved his hand, "This is a hospital. I can't control you messing around outside. Believe it or not, you can't eat and walk around here?"

"you……"

Someone wanted to retort, but the old man with a sense of demeanor frankly persuaded him, "Professor Zhou, you see, you are all old acquaintances, why bother. I am also doing it for the sake of my children. If I had known you were coming, I would not have come here."

"Oh, so it's still my fault?" Professor Zhou squinted at the old man.

"Didn't you go to Europe for a meeting?" the old man asked with a low eyebrow.

"As soon as I got off the plane, I saw you acting like a demon here, and your master's coffin board couldn't hold it down. By the way, did you paste the coffin board with cement? Otherwise, your master has already jumped out and slapped you."

Professor Zhou walked up to "myself" while talking, and Ji Xiang almost didn't cry.

He is like a ray of light, tearing through the boundless darkness and allowing himself to see hope.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here." Professor Zhou said gently, "What's uncomfortable?"

"I" was a little confused, but subconsciously answered Professor Zhou's question.

After a series of physical examinations, Professor Zhou took "himself" to the treatment room for a biopsy and puncture, and then said, "It's nothing serious. If it is discovered early, symptomatic treatment will do."

"Is it a disease?" "I" asked suspiciously.

"Of course, temporal arteritis is not a very common autoimmune disease. You need to go to the rheumatology and immunology department for treatment." Professor Zhou said with a smile.

temporal arteritis...

After hearing the diagnosis, Ji Xiang tried his best to recall, and it took him a long time to remember that some symptoms of temporal arteritis seemed to be comparable to those of the patient, and were somewhat similar.

But if I let myself diagnose it, I would never think of it as this kind of disease.

It seems that I have to continue to work hard on diagnostics.

Professor Zhou is very kind. He took the trouble to explain to "myself" why the shoulders were heavy and the feeling of cold wind was blowing, and he even explained clearly why he covered his eyes with a small hand.

These are all clinical symptoms of temporal arteritis, local blood supply is insufficient, shoulder fatigue, temperature drop, leading to serious blindness.But blindness does not come all at once, but slowly, little by little.

It turned out to be like this, "I" didn't understand, but Ji Xiang did.

"With hormone shock treatment, it will be effective in 3 days." Professor Zhou smiled like a spring breeze.

Light and shadow flickered, and Ji Xiang returned to the operating room of the system.

Chapter 230 Diagnosis

"Teacher!" Ji Xiang's voice was 20 decibels higher than usual.

"Speak slowly, don't rush." ​​The system NPC was still calm.

"Why do I always feel that there is a little girl in red sitting on my shoulder when I empathize with you this time?" Ji Xiang asked impatiently.

When empathizing, Professor Zhou's explanation was not very detailed, so he was eager to know the reason.

"Recite the description about temporal arteritis." The system NPC put his hands behind his back and looked up slightly into Jixiang's eyes.

"Giant cell arteritis, also known as cranial arteritis, temporal arteritis, granulomatous arteritis, and the realization that any larger artery in the body can be affected..."

Ji Xiang obediently recited the full text.

Reciting the full text is a terrible thing for others, but it is relatively simple for Ji Xiang.

When Ji Xiang finished reciting, the system NPC nodded.

"Depression, memory loss, insomnia tendency, you have recited it." The system NPC said, "The abnormalities you felt in the end are all part of depression."

"..." Ji Xiang was at a loss.

"Negative, auditory hallucinations, delusions of being persecuted, etc." said the system NPC, "There can be countless forms of expression. For you, it is a little girl sitting on your shoulder and blowing air."

With that said, the system NPC shook his head.

"Teacher, isn't this a mental symptom? Why don't you send it..." Ji Xiang paused at this point.

The little girl in red created such a heavy psychological shadow on herself that she was in a trance.

Of course such patients cannot be sent to a mental hospital!

Depression is just a manifestation of temporal arteritis. It is strange that depression can be cured if you treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

As temporal arteritis progresses, large arteries may be involved.Even if it does not develop, continuous use of sedative drugs will cause irreversible damage to the human body.

"Got it?" The system NPC didn't explain, he saw Ji Xiang's expression and he already guessed what Ji Xiang was thinking.

"Understood, teacher." Ji Xiang said.

"So you said that the emergency doctor is unwilling to send the patient to a mental hospital, which is a responsible behavior, yes." The system NPC said, "The patient you mentioned may also have this type of rheumatic immune disease."

Ji Xiang pondered, and asked after a few seconds, "Teacher, this disease is difficult to diagnose."

"Well, otherwise, how could the rheumatology and immunology doctors say that other doctors can't see a doctor." The system NPC laughed, "Many diseases that are not considered rare are misdiagnosed, and it's the difference between treating the symptoms and treating the root cause."

What he said was a bit complicated and sounded illogical, but Ji Xiang understood it in seconds.

"I know teacher." Ji Xiang replied, "What should the patient do?"

"Go to the higher-level hospital." The system NPC said, "A few hospitals with better rheumatology and immunology... Don't talk about this, you put forward your ideas. If the emergency doctor keeps thinking about this matter, he will definitely be touched. "

"it is good."

Ji Xiang nodded immediately.

Leaving the operating room of the system, Ji Xiang saw Dr. Meng Qingfei from the emergency department sitting on a chair with a little depression, frowning and thinking.

The CPU of Meng Qingfei's brain was running so fast that the top of his head even started to smoke.

Ji Xiang thought about it and said, "Mr. Meng, I met a patient during my internship."

"Oh?" Dr. Meng from the emergency department looked at Ji Xiang absent-mindedly.

A clinical rookie gossips to a veteran, and there really is him.Meng Qingfei snorted, mostly out of habitual courtesy.

Jixiang talked plainly about what happened to him when he felt the same way, starting from being sick, then feeling a little heavy on his shoulders, this heavy feeling got worse every day, and then feeling a little girl in a red dress sitting on his shoulders Blowing air, blindfolded.

At the beginning, Meng Qingfei didn't listen carefully, but Ji Xiang's speech was so vivid that within a minute Meng Qingfei listened with gusto, and even the passing nurses came in to listen to Ji Xiang's "storytelling".

But the more she talked, the more frightening she became. When Jixiang talked about the little girl in red sitting on her shoulders and blowing air, the nurse's face was pale and pale from fright, and she covered her mouth with her hands, showing a look of horror.

The hospital is just like this, with a relatively heavy cloudy atmosphere, and there will be some weird things.

Especially in an old hospital like the Second Affiliated Hospital that has been passed down for decades, no one who works here has heard a few ghost stories.

In addition, although Jixiang is only a line drawing, without the bonus of horror music, but it belongs to personal experience, and only two or three achievements are enough to scare the doctors and nurses in the emergency department.

"Dr. Xiaoji, you..." Dr. Meng from the emergency department stopped Ji Xiang's "gossip", rubbed his cold hands, and smiled wryly, "Did you make it up?"

"It's the patient I asked." Ji Xiang said seriously.

"What is the final diagnosis? It must not be that the little girl in red is actually sitting on the shoulder."

"Temporal arteritis." Ji Xiang said, "A biopsy is needed, and the treatment is not difficult. The patient recovered after a few months. Tell me about it, and I will remember it."

Meng Qingfei's face changed, he frowned in thought, then nodded.