"Isn't it tuberculosis?" Xiao Yunze was a little confused. Before he left, didn't he say that the pulses of these sixteen patients were improving?

Guan Shaoxian sighed, "At first, it was indeed the symptoms of tuberculosis, but the medicine given by the miracle doctor was ineffective on him alone. Gradually, I couldn't even diagnose him anymore."

Xiao Yunze clenched his fists and asked, "Have the other fifteen patients had any contact with him in the past few days?"

"No, it's just me."

Xiao Yunze nodded to show that he understood, "Qinglong, give me the tablet."

Guessing what his master was going to do, Qinglong didn't hand over the tablet and said nervously: "Master! You can't..."

"Give it to me." Xiao Yunze interrupted him, "No problem."

Qinglong glanced at Guan Shaoxian beside him, gritted his teeth and handed the tablet over, "Master, please come out as soon as possible!"

After Xiao Yunze went in, Guan Shaoxian walked over to Qinglong and asked, "Brother Qinglong, that colorful thing you handed to Brother Song just now, is it something that can save lives?"

Colorful things?

Qinglong remembered that the tablet computer was covered with a flip-up cover.

Knowing that he couldn't easily reveal these things, Qinglong coughed lightly and said, "Indeed, whether this person can be saved depends entirely on this thing."

It all depends on whether the tablet can clearly capture and record the person's symptoms.

His master has no medical knowledge, and without a tablet, he would have to rely on retelling, and it was inevitable that some parts would be missed.

It would be bad if this led to the female doctor making a misdiagnosis.

On this side, Xiao Yunze saw the person lying on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

He was hunched over, skinny and had a sallow complexion.

Lying on his side on the bed, moaning and screaming from time to time.

In this situation, Xiao Yunze, who had seen many life and death situations, couldn't bear to watch it.

Xiao Yunze tightened his grip on the tablet, walked to the bedside, met the pair of cloudy, dark yellow eyes, pursed his lips and said, "Old man, can you still speak?"