Chapter 50 Allergy Patients
Sang Ruo looked up when she heard the sound.
Standing before me was a middle-aged man, dressed in blue, nearly 1.85 meters tall, and looking very strong.
Sang Ruo pointed to the consultation chair next to her: "Come sit here, I'll take a look at you."
The man in blue sat down at the consultation table and unbuttoned his shirt to show Sang Ruo: "I don't know if I ate something wrong, but I have rashes all over my body. I went to the hospital, but they just couldn't cure it. They said you are a very skilled doctor, so I came to take a look."
Sang Ruo glanced at the man: "Just roll up your sleeves and let me see."
The man in blue quickly released his grip on her collar, pulled up the right sleeve, and showed it to Sang Ruo.
"I have an allergic reaction."
With just a glance, Sang Ruo drew a conclusion.
"An allergic reaction? That can't be! I've had this for ages, I've been seeing doctors for almost a week, but it hasn't gotten better, and they haven't said I have an allergy!"
“You have an allergic reaction, and it’s not a normal allergic reaction.” Chen Wuye leaned closer, looked down at the back of his hand, and said in a light tone, “It’s probably an allergic reaction to paint. People who are in contact with paint for a long time will develop a resistance, but it doesn’t completely guarantee that they won’t be allergic to new materials.”
After hearing his words, Sang Ruo smiled at him with great approval.
You even noticed that.
It seems this boy is indeed quite capable.
"What do you do for a living?" Sang Ruo glanced down at him. "Is it related to the nature of your work?"
"I make furniture, so I do come into contact with paint regularly, but I've been on break recently and haven't touched paint for quite a while."
Sang Ruo reached out her hand and took his pulse.
Then, she said calmly, "It's just an allergic reaction. I'll prescribe three doses of traditional Chinese medicine for you to take, along with some topical medication. Come back for a follow-up appointment after you finish the medicine. Remember not to eat seafood during this time."
The man in blue's expression darkened: "What would happen if they ate it?"
Before Sang Ruo could speak, Chen Wuye beside her said seriously, "It will worsen the condition. At best, it will cause difficulty breathing; at worst, it will lead to shock and death. So you must follow the doctor's advice and not eat anything indiscriminately."
The man in blue nodded slightly, without replying.
Sang Ruo quickly printed out the prescription and handed it to Chen Wuye: "Get the medicine for him according to this prescription. I'm going to the restroom."
"good."
After Sang Ruo got up and left, the man in blue kept looking at her departing figure.
A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips.
No one noticed his expression at that moment.
When Sang Ruo came out, the man in blue was waiting to get his medicine. When a new customer came in, she only glanced at him before turning her attention to the new patient.
"Hello, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
"Are you Miss Sang? I'm Annie's aunt; she sent me here."
Sang Ruo then remembered that Chen Anni had mentioned to her a few days ago that her relative might come to see a doctor.
"Oh, it's Auntie! Please have a seat."
"Okay, sure."
Aunt Chen sat down in the consultation chair and explained her physical condition to Sang Ruo.
After taking her pulse, Sang Ruo quickly made a diagnosis: "Your condition is not very serious, but you need acupuncture. You shouldn't be afraid of needles, right?"
"No, just do it without worry. As long as you can cure me, I'll do anything."
Sang Ruo patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry, it's not a big problem."
“I’ve heard from Annie for a long time that your medical skills are exceptional, and seeing you today is truly astounding! You seem to be much more skilled than those elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors…”
"Auntie, you flatter me. Saving lives is the duty of us doctors."
"You're beautiful inside and out!"
As Sang Ruo listened to Aunt Chen's words, the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up slightly.
Standing to the side, Chen Wuye chimed in, "That's right! She's perfect in every way. I wonder which lucky gentleman is able to marry such a wonderful woman as our Xiaoruo."
Sang Ruo glanced at Chen Wuye and smiled faintly: "Don't be silly."
Chen Wuye smiled and looked at her, then suddenly leaned closer and looked down at her as she wrote the invoice.
This scene was witnessed by a dark gaze.
After seeing Aunt Chen off, Sang Ruo met a dark gaze.
Bo Jinzhou was standing at the door, slowly approaching her.
Sang Ruo glanced at him briefly before looking away.
When Bo Jinzhou walked in, Chen Wuye, who was standing at the cashier, instinctively called out, "Sir, are you here for a medical consultation?"
Bo Jinzhou subconsciously turned his head and looked in Chen Wuye's direction.
Standing at 1.85 meters tall, even with a mask on, you can still tell he's a very handsome boy.
Chen Wuye glanced at the man a few more times when he saw that the man didn't say anything.
Dressed in a black suit, he exuded an air of nobility, clearly a scion of an extraordinary family.
"gentlemen?"
Seeing that he didn't respond, Chen Wuye called out to him again.
But Bo Jinzhou quickly stepped forward and grabbed Sang Ruo's arm: "Such a big thing as opening a business, and you didn't even tell me?"
Sang Ruo stopped in her tracks instantly.
She glanced back at the man in front of her: "What does this have to do with you? Do I need to tell you?"
"You're using my money to open a clinic, what's wrong with me asking about it?"
Sang Ruo's face suddenly darkened, and she flung his hand away: "How many times do I need to correct you on this? You bought the guardian lion I carved, you paid for it voluntarily, so since it's in my pocket, it's naturally my money!"
The man's tone was cold: "Who sent the flowers by the door? You probably don't have many friends, do you? Who's so generous as to send so many flower baskets?"
Sang Ruo had no intention of talking to him: "If you have nothing better to do, go pick up your child. He should be out of school by now. Don't always let a mistress pick him up. People will think I, as his mother, am dead!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Wuye, who was standing at the cashier, widened his eyes to be bigger than copper bells.
It took me a few seconds to piece together the general interpersonal relationships from their fragmented words.
This person must be Xiao Ru's husband.
They had a son.
And this man even has other women outside...
I never imagined that her family background would be so amazing.
It really proves the old saying: good women never meet good men.
"Sang Ruo, do you have to talk like that?"
A chilling glint appeared in Bo Jinzhou's eyes.
Sang Ruo glanced at him indifferently, then turned her gaze to Chen Wuye: "Wuye, see if this gentleman is mentally ill. If not, please ask him to leave."
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