Chapter 599: A great-grandson of a basketball team.
Bian Zhi put down his pen.
While saying, "My stomach is not in good condition, I have a respiratory infection, my blood lipids and blood pressure are high, and the poor blood circulation in the left foot joints causes stiffness in the lower body." The old man was about to say that these were all problems that could be seen on the surface, but Bian Zhi's next sentence made him stunned.
Bian Zhi said, "Doctors usually think poor blood flow to your left foot is related to age. Actually, it's because of an injury on your left shoulder." Bian Zhi pointed slightly below the shoulder. "This has caused you to breathe in an improper way, and over time, this has led to leg problems."
The old man was stunned.
The housekeeper who was following him was also stunned.
After realizing what was happening, the housekeeper hurriedly asked, "Can it still be treated?"
Compared to the supervisor who was anxious to know the answer, the old man was much calmer.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve heard too many similar answers.
For example: "I am old, but I try my best."
Another example: "This disorder can only be resolved through surgery; otherwise, there is no fundamental cure."
This kind of thing is what the old man calls "bullshit!"
The old man even made up his mind to hear these words repeatedly.
He even calculated it, and Bian Zhi would explain some more afterwards: "You have high blood lipids, so you need to control your diet, avoid spicy food, take more walks occasionally, and don't think too much. As you get older, it's inevitable that your body will have problems. This is normal."
The old man overturned several doctors' tables because of these words.
This is also why Teacher Bian Zhi said that he had a "bad temper." In the old man's opinion, it was because his medical skills were not good, so he blamed it on his age.
They are all quacks!
This was the old man’s previous evaluation of medical students.
The old man raised his eyebrows and waited coldly for Bian Zhi to speak.
Bian Zhi glanced at the old man's indifferent attitude. She seemed to be very adept at dealing with this type of patient.
Or rather.
She faces such patients every day.
As for Chinese medicine, most people only see it when Western medicine has proven ineffective and they are hoping for a glimmer of hope.
So, she has faced many such patients.
Or perhaps she has to face many such patients every day. Compared with those anxious and noisy patients, the attitude of the old man in front of her is actually quite restrained.
"I'll do my best." No matter which doctor, no one can guarantee that they can achieve the desired effect for the patient. When the old man sneered and was about to say "as expected", Bian Zhi spoke again, "Because, here," Bian Zhi pointed to the shoulder, "there is a bullet."
These words fell.
The old man looked at Bian Zhi's eyes and his expression darkened.
The housekeeper nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, but the doctor said that the old man is old, and removing the bullet would require surgery, which would cause damage to his body. Therefore, removal is not recommended."
Bian Zhi heard this.
He asked the housekeeper very cautiously, "Did you bring the report?"
The butler hurriedly said, "I've brought it, I've brought it." He waved his hand and the person at the door brought in a large stack of reports.
Bian Zhi lowered her head and read the report attentively. She read every page of the report very carefully.
For some of the indicators, he would use a pen to point at them when Bianzhi passed by.
When she looked at the CT scan of the shoulder, she lowered her eyes and looked at it more seriously, as if she was evaluating how likely it was to remove the bullet.
The housekeeper was extremely anxious.
The old man glanced at the little girl and asked, "How is it? Can I see you, doctor? Please, please, I must--"
He didn't finish his words.
The old man made a "tsk" sound.
"Why are you so anxious? People are watching us. Do your family know you're making so much noise?"
"Shut up."
Butler: “…Oh.”
This old man is more patient than you might think.
He was supporting himself with a crutch with one hand and his other hand on his knee. He was in poor health, but his sitting posture was still upright.
“Why choose Chinese medicine?”
Out of the blue, the old man said this.
Bian Zhi took a break and flipped through the next page of the report. "At first, it was a succession, but later, I found it interesting."
"oh?"
I don't know why, but the old man's tone was more appreciative, and his voice wasn't as heavy as before.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Bian Zhi turned another page and said, "Yes, there are objects."
"When are you considering getting married?"
After these words were spoken, Bian Zhi didn't pay much attention, but the housekeeper's expression was indescribable.
What does it mean? There is no hope for a grandson, so are you now evaluating whether the great-grandson should take over the family business?
That's not much more polite than the questions I just asked.
When Bian Zhi is concentrating on looking at something, she usually doesn't speak too seriously, or in other words, she is actually very casual about things other than the medical field.
"Maybe in a few years. I'm busy now."
Upon hearing this, the old man shook off the butler's hand pulling on his sleeve and asked, "How many children do you plan to have?"
When he turned to the last page of the report, Bian Zhi raised his head and suddenly realized what the person opposite him had asked.
She smiled, remembering Zhou Suihuai's joke, and answered casually, "A basketball team?"
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
After she said this.
The old man leaned forward, then leaned back with satisfaction and relief, his posture becoming more upright. He turned his head and looked at the butler beside him.
An expression of "not bad, not bad".
Bian Zhi found it a little funny. In order to prevent the other party from asking any more strange questions, Bian Zhi clicked on the report on the desk.
"I think you should focus on your own health right now. Let's talk about your condition."
The old man was not as interested in this as he was in understanding a basketball team.
The lips that had just been raised drooped again.
"Oh, just tell me how long I can live."
There were hurried footsteps outside the door.
As overlapping footsteps reached the door, Bian Zhi joked, "If you cooperate with the treatment, you should be able to see the basketball team I gave birth to grow up healthily."
People came to the door one after another, panting.
The old man slammed the table and stood up suddenly.
To outsiders, it seemed that he was going to confront Bian Zhi and slam the table at her.
then.
The person who was held by Leng Ge at the door could no longer hold back and went straight in.
"Grandpa, don't scare her."
Bian Zhi was stunned.
The old man didn't bother to look back, he just stared at Bian Zhi, "Are you serious?"
Bian Zhi was about to nod.
Brother Leng rushed out.
Rushing to the old man, he said, "Old man, oh, how did you get here so quickly? Don't scare the little girl. Otherwise, why don't you go back with us first and we can talk it over later?"
The old man looked at the idiot in front of him with great dismay.
Brother Leng was so impatient that he revealed Bian Zhi's whereabouts in advance, and the most authoritative old man in the entire Huo family came directly to kill him.
The old man's health is not suitable for flying at all. If he does this, if something goes wrong, Leng Bingning will really want to die to atone for his sin.
The old man looked at Brother Leng as if he were a fool and was too lazy to pay attention to the lunatic.
He turned around again and asked Bian Zhi, "Girl, I'm asking you, are you serious?"
A great-grandson on the basketball team.
Anyone who isn’t moved is a dog!
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