Golden Fishing Village

After taking a taxi, Ao Muyang rushed to the municipal hospital.

This is the best hospital in Hongyang City. It has been established for a hundred years. It is a three-level general hospital integrating medical treatment, teaching, scientific research, prevention, rehabilitation, and business and technical guidance.

The hospital has four campuses in total. Cheng Deming was hospitalized in the southern campus, which made Ao Muyang a little worried. The southern campus is the key campus of the municipal hospital, and there are departments for serious diseases and difficult diseases.

When he arrived at the hospital, Ao Muyang went to the medical guidance desk and asked a nurse to guide him, and he went to the fourth floor.

Cheng Deming was in the ward. He looked in from the door and saw him lying on the bed in a daze with a haggard look on his face. He coughed twice from time to time. This was the only sound in the ward.

In his memory, although this little old man was in his fifties, he was well-maintained. When they last met, he had a rosy complexion, his silver hair was meticulously combed, and his Mao attire was neat and tidy. He always looked in high spirits.

But now in his eyes, Cheng Deming has become a battered old man.

Illness is really a terrible thing. People don’t need to seek wealth and honor in this life, as long as they can be safe and healthy, that’s better than anything else.

Before Ao Muyang went in, the nurse asked him to wear a mask and said, "Don't take it off. The patient's condition is still unclear. For your own health and the patient's treatment effect, you shouldn't stay in it too long." ”

He opened the door and went in. When Cheng Deming saw him, he forced a smile and said, "Xiao Ao, why did you come here? I'm sorry that you made a special trip because of this."

Ao Muyang put down the nutritional supplements and fruit baskets he bought on the road and said, "Brother Cheng, you are out of town. What's going on? You looked very good last time we met."

Cheng Deming sighed and said: "The world is impermanent. I don't know, ahem, what's wrong with me. Ahem, the hospital can't find out. Alas, the world is impermanent."

As he spoke, he shook his head, feeling quite pessimistic.

Ao Muyang said: "Brother Cheng, if it's convenient, can you tell me what's going on with you?"

Cheng Deming said listlessly: "The problem is not big, just a sore throat, cough, and low fever. These have been the symptoms for a while, and the cause cannot be found."

Ao Muyang said in surprise: "This symptom is not serious. How can such a big hospital not solve it?"

Cheng Deming sighed: "I thought the symptoms were simple at first, so I went to the community outpatient clinic. They prescribed antibiotics and gave me an intravenous drip of antipyretic drugs..."

After a pause, he coughed twice, "I was given an intravenous drip, and my fever subsided quickly. I felt fine and went home, but the fever returned that night. The fever subsided quickly after the intravenous drip the next day, and it was still late at night. Fever again…”

Having said this, the look of dejection on his face became more obvious.

"I felt something was wrong at that time, so I went directly to the municipal hospital, but no problem could be found. I did a chest X-ray and a color ultrasound, except for a full-body CT scan. The doctor just gave me better antibiotics, but it didn't work. ah."

Cheng Deming is quite rich, but without money he would not be able to collect antiques.

He attaches great importance to health care. This inexplicable illness frightened him. He spent a lot of money to solve the problem and even asked the hospital to conduct a joint consultation with multiple departments.

All examinations were done, and there was nothing wrong with his body. There was just some inflammation in the gastrointestinal tract, but this was normal and had nothing to do with his symptoms.

In this way, there was no clue to his condition, and there was no legal treatment. The hospital used every treatment method it could think of, but the old man's condition showed no improvement at all, and instead became increasingly serious.

Now, he couldn't even get out of bed, so he could only lie in bed and rest.

The most serious thing is that the antipyretic medicine was useful to Cheng Deming at first, but after using it for a while, the antipyretic medicine began to lose its effectiveness, which made him very scared.

The old man looked at the garden outside the window. The outside was as desolate as his heart.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Xiao Ao, I, Mr. Cheng, may not be able to survive this time. When I was young, I was fortunate enough to meet a master of Yi Xue. He calculated it for me and said that I was in the sixth grade. There was a big hurdle when I was ten years old, cough cough, cough cough, if I meet a noble person and get over it, I can live in peace in my old age. If I can't get over it, haha."

The smile was bleak.

Ao Muyang felt sad, but he was not a doctor, so he was at a loss when facing the disease.

Of course, there were gold drops in his golden elixir, but he didn't dare to let the old man use it indiscriminately. Who knew what was going on with the old man? He didn't understand the efficacy of the golden drops.

Besides, even if he wanted to use it, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't say, old man, just open your mouth and I'll put something into your mouth. It's hard to say whether Cheng Deming can be cured and discharged by then. He would have to be hospitalized anyway, in a mental hospital.

Another way is to secretly drop the golden drops into a glass of water and give it to the old man. However, the old man will be under intensive care. His diet and daily life are all under the responsibility of the doctor. Ao Muyang cannot give him water casually.

This inexplicable disease tortured the old man to mental exhaustion. He forced himself to chat with Ao Muyang for a while, but soon he couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang said goodbye and left. He would only cause more trouble by staying here.

Back in the village, he saw the school was over and was waiting for Lu Zhizi at the intersection.

First, a group of primary school students ran down happily, and then teachers such as Lu Zhizi and Ao Zhisheng.

Seeing Ao Muyang, Lu Zhizi asked sensitively: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Ao Muyang said: "Do you remember Cheng Deming? The collector and antique dealer you contacted back then."

Lu Zhizi said: "Of course I remember, Mr. Cheng is a great collector."

Ao Muyang said with some sadness: "Today I learned that he had a strange disease, and the municipal hospital did not treat him well."

As he said this, he could not help shaking his head, and his mood became even heavier.

Lu Zhizi's heart sank, and he asked: "Did Mr. Cheng die?"

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said: "No, no, it's just that the situation is quite bad."

"What's the situation?" Ao Zhisheng asked curiously.

Ao Muyang said: "It's similar to a cold, cough, sore throat, weakness, and the most important thing is repeated fever. At first, the antipyretic medicine was useful, but later the effect became worse and worse..."

At this point, he subconsciously shook his head again.

After hearing these symptoms he said, Ao Zhisheng was stunned.

He asked hesitantly: "Does this person have any skin problems? And conjunctiva, ears, are there any complications or anything like that?"

Ao Muyang shook his head: "Probably not, what's wrong, teacher?"

Ao Zhisheng smacked his lips and said: "How about, Xiaoyang, take me to see the patient, I've seen such cases before, I think I may have some solutions."

Saving people is a big deal, no matter if you have confidence or not, as long as you can help.

Ao Muyang said: "Okay, teacher, then I'll go to drive the boat, and we'll go to the municipal hospital overnight."

Ao Zhisheng said: "Okay, you go to drive the boat, I'll go home and pack up my stuff."