Zhou Zihan was about to expose his true colors to Zhu Xinwei, when the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with a stethoscope in his hand walked out.

"Doctor Luo, how is my dad?" Zhou Zihan immediately got up and asked.

Luo Yuquan shook his head: "There is no major problem for the time being, the old man will wake up in a while, but if things go on like this, I'm afraid..."

Zhou Zihan suddenly became anxious: "Doctor Luo, you must find a way to save my dad!"

Luo Yuquan soothed: "Don't worry! I will do my best!"

"Dr. Luo, didn't you say that my dad can only be cured by an operation? You will arrange the operation as soon as possible. What preparations are needed, please do not hesitate to order!"

"This..." Luo Yuquan was speechless for a while, hesitated, and said, "The current situation is a bit complicated. Although the cause of the disease has been determined, the risk of surgery is too great. If you are not careful, Zhou Lao might... I can't wake up... even worse results may occur."

"How could this happen?" Zhou Zihan was dumbfounded, and grabbed his arm, "Doctor Luo, you mean, my dad is out of help?"

Luo Yuquan explained: "I don't mean that, but the old man's current situation is not suitable for surgery. He can only temporarily stabilize his condition by other means. If it improves, he may be able to meet the conditions for surgery."

Zhou Zihan suddenly became desperate. Although the other party’s words were very euphemistic, she still understood them. Those words were just to comfort her. If she wants to undergo surgery, her condition must get better, but her father’s condition is getting worse now. Expecting a better condition is a fantasy, an impossible thing to happen.

Since Dad first became ill, they have done a lot of measures, but they didn't work at all. They can only watch him fainting again and again, but there is nothing to do.

"Zi Han, don't be too sad. It's not that time yet. As long as Uncle Zhou is alive, there is still hope." Zhu Xinwei comforted.

Luo Yuquan immediately agreed and said: "This lady is right. You have to think about the good things. An optimistic and positive attitude will make it easier to overcome the disease."

"Sister Xin Wei, what should I do?" Zhou Zihan plunged into her arms and wiped tears.

Zhu Xinwei patted her on the back: "Don't cry, Uncle Zhou will wake up later, it won't be good to see you like this, now let Zhang Fan go in and take a look!"

When Zhou Zihan heard this, he stopped crying and wanted to refuse, but thought that Sister Xinwei would invite this liar to come all the way. If he could not be exposed on the spot, he would only let Sister Xinwei continue to be deceived. The doctor is here, if this guy can't tell the reason after the examination, he won't be exposed if she doesn't need to expose it.

Zhang Fan walked in over a few people and glanced at the person on the bed. The old man was in his sixties. His skin was ruddy and he looked very sturdy, but his hair was completely gray, giving a sense of vicissitudes of life.

He sat down on the side and grabbed the old man's wrist to get his pulse.

Outside the door, Luo Yuquan frowned slightly when he saw this scene, and asked, "Who is he?"

The other party’s technique is obviously in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, but this thing like pulse pulse has long been proved to be a very mysterious thing. It is difficult to diagnose Zhou Xian’s illness with modern medicine. It is impossible to see the cause of the disease through pulse pulse. thing.

Moreover, traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, questioning, and cutting. The main focus is on the first three points. "Cut" refers to the pulse, which is put to the end. But this guy doesn't care about it.

And his age... he was so young that he would not believe if he had any medical skills.

Zhou Zihan replied: "He is an actor and a student. He has not graduated yet. It is said that he did not study medicine."

Hearing this, Luo Yuquan frowned. He has always respected Mr. Zhou Xian's behavior. After hearing that he was ill, he took the initiative to take care of him. It is absolutely impossible for a quack doctor to do anything wrong here.

However, he calmed down and asked, "Who got him?"

Zhou Zihan said: "He was found by Sister Xinwei, maybe Sister Xinwei doesn't know his situation too much."

Zhu Xinwei glanced at the two of them, and naturally heard that they were full of doubts about Zhang Fan's medical skills, but it was difficult for her to explain this kind of thing, so Zhang Fan could only tell them with facts.

Zhang Fan stared at the old man for a while. The other person’s expression was peaceful and his pulse image was extremely stable. It didn’t look like a disease at all, but this was the limitation of the pulse. Some diseases did not involve the circulatory system in the body, so naturally they could not pass through. If the pulse is diagnosed, if it is handled in the way of Chinese medicine, it is necessary to observe and inquire about the patient's condition at this time, and then use experience to infer his condition.

But now it obviously doesn't have to be so troublesome.

"Do you have any information about his condition?" Zhang Fan got up and asked Luo Yuquan.

Luo Yuquan was stunned for a moment. He originally planned to wait for him to criticize him severely after pretending to be checked, but the other party suddenly called him information about his condition, and he didn't react for a while.

What does a Chinese medicine doctor want these things for? Do you understand?

Seeing him not speaking, Zhang Fan frowned: "Isn't there?"

Luo Yuquan hesitated for a moment, took off the briefcase behind him, took out a stack of documents from it, and handed it to him: "It's all here!".

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