Rebirth in the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

This also aroused Li Chu's interest. He also wanted to see whether this kind of malignant tumor, which ranks first or second among all tumors, has the possibility of being cured.

"Are you still at work?"

"I had just completed the procedures for returning from sickness, and I was about to reach my age, and I had already retired from the second line. Then I found out that I was sick, so I simply went through the medical retreat."

Li Chu nodded, thought for a while and said: "Let me tell you the truth, I am not sure about this disease, I mean try it, but even if you can't be cured, it will prolong your survival time and let you suffer less pain." The torture is still okay."

Originally, when he said this, he thought that Lu's father and Lu's mother would be very disappointed. After all, he ran over thousands of kilometers just to see a doctor, but you are not sure if you say something to someone, and no one will be disappointed!

But I didn't expect people to be very pleasantly surprised.

This is actually because there is no way to feel empathy. Only the patient knows how uncomfortable it is to have this disease, and no one else can feel that way.

It's normal to think about death when you're sad.

Dad Lu has been living on painkillers for so long, and now he hears that it can relieve the pain, no wonder he is unhappy.

"Ms. Li, I really don't care if it can be cured, as long as it can make me less painful."

Li Chu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He glanced at Father Lu who had a serious expression on his face, and then at Mother Lu who was beside him, then nodded slowly: "Don't worry, I will try my best."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Lu Ping again: "Student Lu Ping"

"Teacher Li, tell me."

"What I mean is that you'd better rent a house for your parents to live in, because this treatment can't be solved in a day or two, and it will take at least three to half a year in the early stage. It's not a problem to always live in a guest house. "

Lu Ping hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I know Mr. Li, and I'll look for a house later."

"Oh, Pingping, what are you looking for? Just live with me." Wen Hui patted Lu Ping's arm and said.

"How can this work? It's been a long time, and it will disturb your life and Shen Yi's life."

"It's not where I live now, it's just my old house, but I haven't been there for a long time. You have to go there in advance to clean it up. There is probably a layer of dust inside."

What Li Wenhui was talking about was the house that was rewarded to Li Chu earlier. When she was not married, Shen Yi occasionally went to live there when she came back from outside. Now that house is completely vacant, but there are things in the house. It is complete, and it is very convenient to live in it after cleaning.

"This...well, thank you, Wen Hui, but you have to keep the rent."

"Let's talk about the rent later. I'll take you there after get off work in the afternoon, and then you can clean up. Don't count on me, I'm lazy."

"Okay, got it."

Hearing that her daughter settled the problem of renting a house in a few words, Lu's father and Lu's mother looked at each other. Just as Lu's father wanted to say something, Li Chu first smiled and said: "Rely on your parents at home, go out and rely on friends, you can live first." , Wenhui's house is indeed empty and useless."

Father Lu thought for a while, then looked at Li Wenhui and said, "Wenhui, thank you for being here, uncle."

"You're welcome, Uncle Lu, I have a good relationship with Pingping."

...

After Zhao Zhijun came out of the consultation room, he ran into a surgeon with a good relationship as soon as he walked out of the outpatient building. The two stood there chatting for a while before he went to the administration building.

In the small conference room on the second floor, he walked to the door and was about to open the door to enter when he heard the conversation coming from inside.

"Dean, what is the background of this director Li? It's a bit too much. It's really arrogant to not show up for such a long time."

"Who knows what the director is, anyway, it's not the director of the Chinese Medicine Department, we are not in the army, and we don't know his rank."

"I guess it's just a false job, maybe there is really no place to arrange it, and he dragged it in."

"Section Chief Wang, don't say a few words, how can we say that we are also in other people's place."

"Understood the dean."

Zhao Zhijun, who was standing at the door, frowned and listened to the conversation inside. Instead of rushing in, he stood in the corridor for a while, and then opened the door and walked in.

"Dean Zhang, I'm really sorry. Our director has two urgent consultations. It will be noon at the earliest. Look..."

The three people who came from the museum never expected that they would come here after waiting for a long time. Although they were upset, they had no other choice but to come back another day.

Just a few minutes after they left, Li Chu appeared at the door of the small meeting room. When he saw that there was no one inside, he was slightly taken aback, then turned around and walked to the door of Zhao Zhijun's office.

"Zhijun, what museum is looking for me?"

"Director, I told them to leave first." Zhao Zhijun didn't say anything.

And Li Chu, who knew what kind of person his assistant was, just nodded when he heard the words: "That's fine, if they still come in the future, you can just say that I'm not here."

After finishing speaking, he didn't enter his office, and went straight to the stairwell, preparing to go back to the front clinic for consultation.

Anyone who really wanted to ask him for something would have his pager number in his hand, so he would definitely not rush to the door without even calling the office.

...

Li Chu looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting on the opposite side of the desk and leaned on the back of the chair helplessly.

It never occurred to him that he would also meet King Dao.

He just asked the other person what symptoms he had, but the person almost recited the entire book of internal medicine to him.

Looking at the glasses that the man was wearing that could already see circles, Li Chu really didn't want to chat with him anymore, so he cut off his words with a dry cough.

"Comrade, I just want to know what symptoms you have and where you feel uncomfortable. You don't need to endorse me here. Besides, it is a textbook for students studying Western medicine. Isn't it a bit awkward for you to memorize that for a doctor of Chinese medicine?" That’s right, it’s still saying that you registered the wrong number, and you should be registering for internal medicine, otherwise I will return the registration form to you, and you can go to the registration desk to change it.”

Nurse Xiao Zhou, who was standing aside, tried hard not to let herself laugh out loud, and she didn't understand how she could call such a weird patient.

"Uh... That's right, I'm in the Chinese medicine clinic." The middle-aged man with the bottom of the beer bottle was stunned for a moment.

"Then I'll ask you what's wrong with your body, why are you memorizing internal medicine?"

"I... I... I just want to tell you that I understand this too. I hope you can tell me clearly what kind of disease I have."