Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

The Chinese medicine practitioners in the conference room all looked at Xu Yang blankly.

It was obviously time to have breakfast, the table was obviously full of breakfast, the hot breakfast was exuding an attractive aroma, and they were all already hungry.

But they were all unaware now, and they all looked at Xu Yang blankly.

At this moment, they really wanted to ask.

"Teacher Xu, what happened?"

"Oh, it turns out we went to see a patient yesterday."

"Then Teacher Xu, snap, very quickly! He will be able to diagnose!"

But you can do it quickly. They have been busy all night and have been diagnosing all night. But they are still in the fog right now, and no one is sure about this illness.

After one night, they were all dizzy.

But when I came back in the morning, I found that Dr. Xu had already clearly identified the symptoms of the flu.

If this fight against the flu is compared to slaying a dragon, then they spent a whole night asking this old mountain dragon about his hobbies and what he liked to eat, and collected information all night long, but they haven't sorted it out yet.

It turned out that Xu Yang had already captured this old dragon, and was already discussing how to fry, fry, and stew it. Damn it, it’s too fast!

Are you planning a sneak attack? Young people don’t have martial ethics!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The scene was completely silent, except for the sound of Xu Yuan drinking porridge.

Du Yueming was so excited that he quickly asked: "Then can we discuss how to cube cubes next?"

Xu Yang nodded: "That's right."

Du Yueming said: "How about I call Professor He and see if Professor He has time to discuss the problem with us?"

Xu Yang said: "That's fine!"

"Yeah." Du Yueming nodded heavily. He didn't even eat breakfast. He dropped his chopsticks, picked up his phone and ran out.

…

Du Yueming dialed the phone in the corridor outside.

"Hey, Professor He, I'm Du Yueming."

"What's the matter?" Professor He's voice was a little noisy, and Professor He deliberately lowered his voice, so it seemed that his voice was even softer and could not be heard clearly.

Du Yueming pressed the cell phone next to his ear tightly and unconsciously raised his voice: "That's right, isn't there an influenza outbreak now? We have done the diagnosis of influenza here, and the next step is to ask you if you have any If you don’t have time, help us check it.”

A voice came from Professor He's side immediately: "What recipe? Just let Xu Yang decide the recipe himself. He can make it good! I'm still in a meeting, so I won't talk anymore!"

"Ah, okay, okay, you are busy first, I'm sorry to bother you!" Du Yueming quickly hung up the phone. It seemed that Professor He had no time to take care of this, so he walked back to the conference room.

…

Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Professor He hung up the phone and pinched his eyebrows in distress. They were also having a meeting and discussing the issue of the flu.

We've been chatting for a long time, but we haven't come up with a definite result yet.

Professor He's head was a little fried after hearing this.

The vice president pressed his hand: "This discussion is a discussion, don't make excuses! In addition, we are currently very pressed for time. According to expert analysis, the influenza is likely to spread further."

"So we must get ahead as early as possible to analyze and diagnose this influenza clearly. This first step must be taken well. Next, I estimate that the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine will definitely ask our province's traditional Chinese medicine doctors to hold a meeting. Let’s work out a traditional Chinese medicine prevention and treatment strategy for this year’s influenza! We must be prepared.”

There was an old expert over there: "But this is still the beginning of so many things! This year's disease is very complicated, and we haven't figured out the rules yet."

The vice president said earnestly: "There are definitely difficulties, but we must overcome them as soon as possible!"

Professor He pinched his eyebrows again. Who wouldn't know, but the key is that time is needed, but time is so tight now. Their hospitals are now full of flu patients.

There will be an outbreak next, and if there is no suitable prescription to deal with it, then their Chinese medicine practitioners will really become a show-stopper!

Oops, my head hurts, time is so tight, how can I have time to give them any advice?

"Huh? That's not right!" Professor He suddenly exclaimed.

When this sound came out, everyone around him was shocked.

The vice president turned and asked: "Professor He, do you have anything to say?"

Professor He didn't hear the deputy dean's question at all. At this moment, he finally remembered what Du Yueming had just said to him.

Have they done diagnostics for this flu?

Have you started discussing how to prescribe medicine?

So fast?

Professor He looked at the gray-haired old experts sitting in the conference room with some confusion. He didn't have a clue yet, but they had already figured it out?

This is too fast!

Did I hear it wrong?

Professor He stood up in a hurry and said to the dean: "Dean, I'm going to go out and make a phone call. It's a bit urgent."

After speaking, he hurried out without waiting for the dean to answer.

…

County Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, conference room.

Now they are discussing how to make prescriptions. They need to make appropriate prescriptions at different stages of the disease and according to different situations.

Naturally, Xu Yang still takes the lead, and the others are just playing along.

Are discussing.

Du Yueming's cell phone rang. Du Yueming lowered his head and saw that it was Professor He.

Du Yueming quickly answered the phone: "Hello, Professor He."

Upon hearing that it was Professor He, everyone became quiet and looked over.

Xu Yang was also staring at Du Yueming.

Professor He's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Dean Du, did you just say that you have completed the diagnosis of this flu?"

Du Yueming replied: "Yes, didn't you hear clearly just now?"

Professor He's tone became more urgent, with a very startled voice: "Are you saying that you have completed the identification of this influenza?"

Du Yueming replied inexplicably: "Yes, didn't you hear clearly this time?"

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.

Du Yueming was confused by Professor He. Why didn't he speak again? He asked again: "Professor He?"

Professor He hurriedly asked: "That...that...that...can you tell..."

Halfway through his words, Professor He suddenly choked up.

Why does it feel like I am copying answers? He is a teacher. What I disliked most in the past was that the students he taught just copied the answers without completing their homework seriously. He was very angry every time!

Is it possible that I have to copy the answer this time? Damn, he actually copied his own students.

Professor He couldn't help but blush.

…

In the county, Zhang Ke’s family.

Zhang Sanqian stared at Zhang Ke's laptop nervously. He picked up his mobile phone with trembling hands, but he lost his grip and dropped the phone on the table again.

Zhang Sanqian quickly reached out to grab it again. His fingers were trembling, and he finally dialed Zhang Ke's number.

"Take it, pick it up!" Zhang Sanqian muttered anxiously.

The phone rang for a long time, and then Zhang Ke's tired voice came from the other side: "Hey, Dad..."

"Coco, where are you?" Zhang Sanqian found that his voice was trembling.

"Dad, I have something to do outside. I will be back later."

Zhang Sanqian clutched the phone tightly, his joints turning white: "Where are you, where are you? Tell me!"

In the end, Zhang Sanqian roared anxiously.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a voice came: "I...you...you know everything?"

Zhang Sanqian said anxiously: "You damn girl, why didn't you tell dad that you were sick! Come back quickly, don't stay alone! Where are you?"

"I want to stay alone for a while and come back soon. Don't worry about me. Don't let Xu Yang know about this."

"Hello... hello, hello!" Zhang Sanqian found that Zhang Ke had hung up the phone.

Zhang Sanqian quickly made another call, only to find that Zhang Ke had turned off his phone.

"What to do, what to do?" Zhang Sanqian rubbed his head anxiously.

"Xu Yang!" Zhang Sanqian shouted urgently, then he quickly grabbed his cell phone and dialed Xu Yang's number!