As it was getting close to the end of the working day, Yu Zhiming waited for the poison king, Mr. Liu Ji Ri, and the patients with him.
The patient's name is Fang Xiaoman, a beautiful woman with long hair, only 26 years old.
Yu Zhiming gave her a physical examination and found that in addition to her skin, her heart, lungs, kidneys and other organs had been affected by lupus erythematosus to varying degrees.
Lupus erythematosus is a general term for a class of chronic, recurrent autoimmune diseases that are common in women of childbearing age between the ages of 20 and 40.
One of its most characteristic symptoms is the appearance of butterfly-shaped erythema on the cheeks.
The name "lupus" comes from the fact that people used to think that the facial rash caused by the disease looked like a wolf bite.
This disease, in addition to skin damage, can also affect multiple organs and systems.
Currently, there is still no cure for lupus erythematosus.
However, through early diagnosis and standardized comprehensive treatment, the prognosis of this disease can be significantly improved.
The condition of the vast majority of patients can be controlled, and they can work, live, and have children normally.
However, in Fang Xiaoman's case, her heart, lungs, kidneys and other organs have suffered obvious damage, and her treatment, control, prognosis and life expectancy are not very optimistic.
After Yu Zhiming finished examining Fang Xiaoman, he left the patient, her family, and Master Liu's disciples in the examination room, while he and Master Liu returned to the soundproof office.
"Mr. Liu, to what extent can your treatment plan cure the patient's lupus erythematosus?" Yu Zhiming asked straight to the point.
"Completely cured!"
"Cure?" Yu Zhiming looked incredulous.
Elder Liu was very pleased with Yu Zhiming's shock and said slowly, "Just because your Western medicine can't cure a disease doesn't mean we Chinese medicine can't cure it either."
"Of course..."
Dr. Liu further explained, "For lupus erythematosus, as you are talking about, we have many dialectical methods, which can be divided into yin deficiency and internal heat type, qi and yin deficiency type, spleen and kidney deficiency type, liver and kidney deficiency type, heart and spleen deficiency type, rheumatism type, blood stasis and heat obstruction type, etc."
"I only have quite good therapeutic effects on rheumatic arthritis and blood stasis and heat obstruction."
"Also, not all lupus erythematosus patients with rheumatic or stasis-heat obstruction syndromes can be cured by me. Most of them can be effectively alleviated and controlled."
“Only a part of it was healed.”
Yu Zhiming pressed the issue, "Mr. Liu, how much exactly do you mean by 'part'? For example, among the ten lupus patients you treated, how many were ultimately cured?"
Elder Liu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "So far, I have treated a total of seven patients who have been cured and have never had a relapse."
this……
The total number of cured people is only in the single digits, so this cure rate certainly cannot be raised.
However, Yu Zhiming did not disdain this number at all. He said sincerely, "Compared to Western medicine, which can only control the disease, the fact that as many as seven people have been cured is enough to show that you, Mr. Liu, have unique skills in treating lupus erythematosus that no one else can match."
This made Mr. Liu's somewhat stiff facial expression soften a bit. He sighed and said, "Unfortunately, the treatment for this disease is individualized, and everyone's constitution, condition, and response to treatment vary greatly."
"Whether a patient can ultimately be cured depends largely on luck. Otherwise, there wouldn't be only seven cured patients in all these years."
Yu Zhiming said, "It's better than Western medicine being completely useless. With these seven healers, there's a great hope of breaking through to seventy, or even seven hundred."
Elder Liu looked at Yu Zhiming with a burning gaze and said, "Doctor Yu, whether the number seven can be broken through to seventy, this hope may fall on you."
"Oh, what do you mean?" Yu Zhiming asked curiously.
Elder Liu said in a deep voice, "Doctor Yu, the reason I'm called the Poison King is because I'm adept at using poisonous drugs to fight poison with poison, stimulating the body's potential and functions, launching a desperate counterattack and thus defeating the disease in one fell swoop."
"This treatment process requires a determination to fight to the death and survive."
"This determination is not only necessary for patients."
"I want one too."
"The problem is..."
Elder Liu sighed softly, "Under the current circumstances, would I dare to treat people this way? Ten people came to me for treatment, I cured five, but killed five."
Yu Zhiming nodded and said, "Indeed, in this situation, you, Mr. Liu, will be regarded as a murderer, not a master of traditional Chinese medicine."
Elder Liu sighed again and said, "So, every time I prescribe a prescription, I think twice, fearing an overdose that the patient might not be able to handle, which would significantly reduce the effectiveness of the treatment."
The next moment, he became excited again and said, "Doctor Yu, your exploration of the body has reached the level of seeing the big picture from the smallest details. Naturally, you can also explore the patient's tolerance limit for drug stimulation."
"With you, Doctor Yu, as a benchmark, keeping an eye on things, I can be bolder and more aggressive in using medication."
Yu Zhiming grinned and said, "Mr. Liu, don't be too happy yet. I may not be able to detect the drug stimulation and the limit of your body's tolerance."
"We need to do some experiments to verify it first."
Old Liu nodded and said, "It should be so..."
In view of Yu Zhiming's work schedule and time, both parties agreed to conduct this physical limit exploration test again tomorrow evening.
After seeing Mr. Liu off, Yu Zhiming began to pack up and prepare to go home after get off work, but his cell phone rang.
It was a call from Wei Hao from the Municipal Bureau.
After answering the call, Yu Zhiming asked directly, "Did you find the problem so quickly?"
Wei Hao quietly explained on the phone, "We haven't found any suspicious cases with Dr. Xiong, but we've found an obvious clue with his wife."
"Dr. Xiong's wife is an associate professor at the School of Fine Arts of Binhai Normal University and has opened an oil painting shop online."
"Most of the items sold in the shop are her students' work. Doctor Yu, what's your guess about the prices?"
"Hundreds? Thousands?" Yu Zhiming asked casually!
Wei Hao laughed and replied, "Doctor Yu, you wouldn't be able to imagine. The lowest price is 100,000 yuan per piece, the highest is 660,000 yuan, and most are 200,000 or 300,000 yuan."
“The problem is, with such outrageous prices, we still manage to sell at least two or three works every month.”
After hearing this, Yu Zhiming understood.
How much are the oil paintings of university art students worth?
A few thousand dollars is pretty good.
Even though the price is 100,000 or 200,000, there are still people buying it, and people keep coming to buy it.
Then what is being sold is definitely not the value of the painting itself.
Wei Hao's voice continued to come from the phone, "Doctor Yu, there's nothing new under the sun. Tricks like this are not uncommon at all. We'll be able to collect solid evidence soon."
After ending his call with Wei Hao, Yu Zhiming snorted with disdain. If he's not upright himself and yet dares to scheme against others, don't blame him for being ruthless.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, Yu Zhiming returned home and was surprised to find that there were several more guests at home.
In addition to Gu Qingran, there was actually Dr. Xiong Jing, a man with a flat head who was about fifty years old and sitting in a wheelchair, with a slightly swollen face and breathing oxygen, and two men in their thirties standing next to the man with the flat head.
"Doctor Xiong, why are you here?" Yu Zhiming asked first with a bad tone.
Xiong Jing was somewhat puzzled by Yu Zhiming's aggressive tone, but before he could explain, the man in the wheelchair spoke weakly, "Doctor Yu, I brought Doctor Xiong here."
“He is now my attending physician.”
Gu Qingran then stepped forward and introduced, "Zhiming, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Xia Nayun."
"Mr. Xia is a well-known industrialist in our country. Although he doesn't appear on the Forbes rich list, Mr. Xia's personal wealth is no less than that of the top ten."
Yu Zhiming knew that this Mr. Xia must be the hidden rich man, the actual owner of a certain consortium.
Such people have more energy and influence than those on the rich list.
He looked at Xia Nayun and asked directly, "You have a heart problem and want me to check it out?"
Xia Nayun nodded, clasped his hands together and said, "I apologize for the inconvenience of coming here. Thank you for the trouble, Doctor Yu."
Yu Zhiming glanced at Gu Qingran, took out a pair of spare gloves from his pocket and put them on.
He didn't let Xia Nayun lie on the sofa, but examined Xia Nayun directly in the wheelchair.
However, as soon as Yu Zhiming placed his hand on Xia Nayun's chest, his expression changed.
“Severe heart failure!”
He criticized again: "Mr. Xia, in your condition, you shouldn't be hanging around anymore. Instead, stay in the hospital for treatment and wait for a heart transplant."
Xia Nayun sighed softly, "Doctor Yu is indeed Doctor Yu. With just one touch of his hand, he understood my condition clearly."
"Doctor Yu, in my case, is a heart transplant the only treatment option?"
Yu Zhiming glanced at Xiong Jing and said, "Doctor Xiong is more professional than me in this area. He must have given you the answer."
He added, "However, given your abilities, Mr. Xia, if you can't find a compatible heart right away, don't worry. There are already relatively mature artificial hearts overseas. You can use them first while you wait for a donor heart."
Xia Nayun smiled gently and said, "This is the important reason why I came to see you, Doctor Yu."
He then looked at Yu's parents who were accompanying him and said considerately, "The following scene is a bit scary. Doctor Yu, could your family please step aside?"
Yu Zhiming looked at his parents and eldest sister and said, "Dad, Mom, and eldest sister, please go back to your room first."
He added, "Qing Ning, Aunt Qiu, go to the room and stay with my parents."
Qing Ning stepped forward, held Yu Zhiming's hand, and said, "I'm here with you."
Xia Nayun said softly, "Miss Gu, you don't have to worry about Dr. Yu's safety. I have a request for Dr. Yu."
"The next scene involves human organs. I'm afraid it will scare you so much that you can't eat and might even have nightmares."
Hearing this, Yu Zhiming patted Qing Ning's hand and persuaded her, "Go back to your room and accompany your parents and elder sister. What can happen to me in my own home?"
"Besides, my brother is here!"
Qing Ning let out a soft "oh" and reluctantly went to the bedroom on the first floor where Yu's father and mother were.
Seeing that Yu Zhiming and Gu Qingran were the only ones left at the scene besides them, Xia Nayun raised his hand slightly to signal.
As he moved, the two men behind him each picked up the medium-sized suitcase beside them, carefully placed it on the coffee table, and then carefully opened it.
When he saw the items inside, Yu Zhiming's eyes widened instantly.
It turned out to be a heart, a beating heart, a beating heart installed in a special precision instrument.
Yu Zhiming had read about this device in a medical journal. Developed by an American medical technology company, it could simulate the human body environment, keeping the heart beating continuously and thus significantly extending cardiac transit time.
Yu Zhiming didn't expect to see two such instruments and two beating hearts at home.
This is really eye-opening.
But, the origin of this heart...
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