The lame old man was named Song Yunhui. The medical record stated that he suffered from diabetes. Su Nian had already seen that Mike was hiding something and did not write down the patient's full condition in the record, so he did not trust the record very much. After taking a look at it, he reached out and took Old Song's pulse.
As soon as she touched Lao Song's hand, Lao Song's true condition appeared in her mind. Lao Song did have diabetes, but he insisted on taking medicine and controlled his blood sugar very well, so Lao Song's limp was not caused by diabetes.
Instead, there was a small tumor in Lao Song's head, which pressed on his nerves, causing his legs and feet to become unsteady.
What surprised Su Nian was not Lao Song’s condition, but the tumor in his head. Su Nian couldn’t even feel what kind of tumor it was. Was the content blood vessels or fat?
This is really strange. You know, since Su Nian discovered that he had the ability to diagnose illnesses by just stretching his hand, such a situation has never happened before.
She gestured to Lao Song to change his hand and took his pulse again. Just like before, the tumor was visible, but it was a little hazy, as if it was covered by something.
Su Nian closed his eyes and thought carefully. There was a treatment method, which was still acupuncture and herbal medicine. The diagnosis given was the same as before.
Su Nian put down her hand and paused for a moment. She wanted to think about what was going on.
Su Nian's pause frightened Old Song. Could it be that he had some incurable disease? Was that why he had troubled the young doctor in front of him like this?
"Doctor?" Old Song asked cautiously. After asking twice in a row, Su Nian finally came to his senses. "Is my condition not good?"
"That's not the case," Su Nian chose her words carefully. The diagnosis was unclear. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation. She pointed to her head and asked, "Have you done a comprehensive examination here?"
Old Song shook his head. "I've never had a headache, and I sleep very well. During my physical examination, the foreign doctors did recommend it, but I heard that the equipment has radiation, so I didn't have that test done."
Su Nian nodded: "That's right, no wonder you didn't notice that there is probably a lump in your head. It is this lump that is pressing on your nerves and causing your legs to limp!"
Old Song found it incredible: "I didn't feel anything at all, and yet I have a tumor?"
Su Nian was certain of this. "Yes, it's probably a benign tumor. I can treat your disease, but I suggest you get a checkup first. Current equipment can tell the size of the tumor."
"After you've finished the examination, if you still want me to treat you, then come to me with the report, okay?"
Su Nian's words were so tactful and generous that Old Song felt embarrassed. He just doubted the authenticity of the tumor, but Su Nian generously asked him to get checked first to dispel his doubts. Where could he find such a doctor?
Old Song agreed without a word and ran off to the side to think about it.
Su Nian felt very tired, but these patients had all made appointments last weekend, so she had to see them all today.
Su Nian thought about this and turned to ask Mike, "How many people are left?"
Mike always felt that Su Nian's diagnosis was a miracle from God. Even Lao Song, Su Nian clearly didn't make a clear diagnosis, but when Mike heard it, it still shocked him. When he heard Su Nian's question, Mike quickly replied, "There's still one person left!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
