At this moment, all the doctors in the hospital were in a meeting. The hospital director stood at the conference table, holding a medical record, his brow furrowed. He then asked an older doctor on his left, "Director Li, have you seen this kind of symptom before?" Li Wenhua stood up and said, "Director, all the doctors in our department have taken turns taking the pulse, but no one has reached a definitive conclusion. The patient's pulse is peculiar, sometimes so weak as to be almost imperceptible, and sometimes so strong and powerful that it doesn't fit into any of the pulse descriptions for common ailments." A somber atmosphere filled the entire conference room.
At this moment, a young intern in the corner cleared his throat and whispered, "Dean, may I say a few words?" All eyes turned to him, filled with doubt and a hint of disdain. The dean nodded gently. The young doctor continued, "When I was learning from the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the village, I encountered a similar pulse. It was caused by an extremely rare type of Gu worm. After this Gu worm parasitizes the human body, it interferes with the flow of Qi and blood, causing the pulse to become disordered."
These words shocked everyone present. Director Li frowned and retorted, "In modern society, there is no such thing as Gu worms; it's utterly absurd."
The young doctor didn't dare to speak and could only sit down awkwardly.
The dean then looked at a middle-aged female doctor with short hair and glasses on the right and asked, "And what about Director Qin's side?"
"Dean, we've done all the tests and found some fluid in his brain, and varying degrees of damage to his heart, lungs, and liver. Most importantly, there's an unknown toxin in his blood that our current medical equipment can't detect."
After listening to their account, the dean looked at all the doctors and then left the meeting room.
He strode quickly towards the patient's room and soon arrived at the door. Two tall, stern-faced soldiers stood guard, like two insurmountable mountains. The hospital director stepped forward, took a document from his pocket, and handed it to one of the soldiers, saying softly, "This is my identification. Please check it." The soldier took the document, examined it carefully, and nodded after confirming it was correct. The director then diligently filled out the required information in the register beside him. After all the registration was completed, the director was finally allowed to enter the patient's room.
On the pristine white hospital bed sat a man in his early twenties or thirties. He wore loose hospital gowns and leaned slightly back against the soft pillows at the head of the bed. He held a thick stack of documents tightly in his hand, his gaze focused intently on them, as if the papers held endless mysteries waiting to be explored.
His expression was solemn, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were deeply contemplating what he was reading. As his gaze moved, he would occasionally raise his other hand, which held a pen tightly, skillfully drawing lines on the document or making prominent marks at key points.
He didn't even notice when the hospital director came in. The director didn't want to disturb him, but the patient had the right to know his condition.
Then she called out softly: "Dr. Wang, how are you feeling today?"
The man then looked up at the dean and said with a smile,
"Still the same old story, is there a result yet?"
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