Medical road ahead

"Doctor, don't stand still, save me!"

Jian Xianghao just stared at himself dumbfounded, and the young man shouted anxiously.

"Oh, you come with me."

Xiang Hao regained consciousness immediately, took him to the consultation room, and asked him about his condition on the way, "When did this situation start to appear?"

"It's been a few days. I didn't pay attention at first, but today I woke up from a nap and felt breathless, and my neck was strangled." The man said.

"Let me see."

When he came to the consulting room, Xiang Hao asked him to sit down and checked his neck, "There is no foreign object!"

Opening his collar, Xiang Hao groped his neck back and forth twice, but found no abnormalities or suspicious lumps.

"Could it be something growing in the neck?" The man frowned and guessed.

Hearing this, Xiang Hao also frowned, and immediately suggested: "Go and take a picture first."

"Can't it be cancer?" the man asked worriedly.

"The diagnosis can only be confirmed after the photo." Xiang Hao said cautiously.

"Ok."

The man frowned and nodded, then said, "Doctor, you can go with me, I'm afraid."

"Uh alright."

Xiang Hao looked around and found that there were not many patients, so he nodded in agreement.

Later, according to his symptoms, Xiang Hao went to the neurology department, and then took him to the photo.

"Go get busy."

After infusing the nutrient solution to Tian Gong, Qin Xiao asked the nurse to leave first, while he sat by the bed and asked about Tian Gong's physical condition.

"I feel more energetic than yesterday." Tian Gong said.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Qin Xiao asked again.

"It's okay. The sound insulation in this ward is good, and you can hardly hear the movement outside." Tian Gong nodded.

"Ah That's good."

Qin Xiao nodded, got up and walked to the TV, and turned on the TV, "Let me watch some movies with you to pass the time."

"Okay!"

Tian Gong nodded happily, and asked again: "Is this the movie I acted in?"

"No, it's a foreign movie." Qin Xiao said.

"Overseas?"

Tian Gong was curious, and when he saw "World War Zombie" on TV, he frowned, "Why watch zombie movies?"

"You don't like it?" Qin Xiao asked back.

"It's disgusting." Tian Gong said truthfully.

Disgusting is right.

Qin Xiao said to himself, then sat back on the bed with a calm expression, pointed at the zombies on the TV, and asked, "Is it because they are too ugly?"

"They all look like that, not just 'ugly', right?" Tian Gong was a little dumbfounded.

"Then if they are clean and clean, will you still feel sick?" Qin Xiao continued to ask.

"Well……"

Tian Gong didn't quite understand Qin Xiao's intentions, but he tilted his head and thought about it carefully before saying, "After there are no stains or blood stains on my body, it's really not so disgusting, it can be regarded as 'ugly'."

"How about changing into gorgeous clothes?" Qin Xiao asked again.

Tian Gong thought about it again, and said, "It's still ugly, but it's more pleasing to the eye."

"Look at yourself now, don't you look like the clean and well-dressed zombies on TV?"

Qin Xiao suddenly took out a mirror and put it in front of Tian Gong's face, which shocked her greatly.

"Ah! Take it away."

Tian Gong exclaimed suddenly, turned his face away hastily and closed his eyes again.

Qin Xiao put down the mirror and said with a smile: "Of course, you still look better than zombies. At least your three courts and five eyes are standard, but there is no flesh on your face, and your skin is pale and dull, and your eye circles are black and purple. , at first glance, it does look like a zombie."

"Director Qin, what on earth do you mean? While Dr. Qiao is not around, are you trying to trick me?"

Tian Gong opened his eyes and stared at him, furious.

"You are too picky eaters. Even if Dr. Qiao injects you with more nutrients, it will be difficult for your complexion to improve quickly, and it will be even more difficult for you to regain the lost collagen. When you are discharged from the hospital, I am afraid that you can only rely on fat Filling to restore the appearance." Qin Xiao said directly.

"Then fill it with fat, anyway, your hospital has micro-plastic surgery programs." Tian Gong said in a negative tone.

"Then when acting in front of the camera, the whole face is tense, which is not as natural as the expression of other zombies."

As he said that, Qin Xiao pointed at a zombie on TV that was baring his teeth, and raised his lips to sneer: "But it doesn't matter, you only care about being pretty, not whether the expression is natural or not. Anyway, you don't need real expressions to play an idol drama, as long as you can stare and pout Just wrinkle your nose again."

Tian Gong was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he was helpless again, so he had to lift the quilt and cover his head and pretend to sleep.

Qin Xiao pouted, secretly turned up the TV volume, and then left the ward.

That night, Tian Gong had a very long nightmare. She dreamed that she became a zombie and ran after the director's camera. Shouting: "I don't want to play a zombie! Director, I want to play the heroine, I'm a big star..."

"Doctor Xiang, please come in."

After the man came out, the doctor in charge of the photo called Xiang Hao in again, which made both of them anxious at the same time, thinking that the result of the photo was diagnosed as cancer.

But what kind of cancer is it that can't be seen or touched, but makes the patient feel like his neck is being strangled?

"Doctor Huang, what kind of cancer is this patient?" Xiang Hao asked nervously.

"cancer?"

Dr. Huang twitched the corner of his mouth, pointed to his head, and asked Xiang Hao, "Is he okay here?"

"You suspect he has brain cancer? But didn't you just pat his neck?" Xiang Hao was surprised.

Seeing this, Dr. Huang couldn't help but laugh, looked at Xiang Hao, and teased: "It seems that Dr. Xiang sometimes misses."

"Missed? What do you mean?" Xiang Hao became more and more inexplicable.

"See for yourself."

Dr. Huang handed the result of the photo to Xiang Hao, who picked it up and looked at it, his eyes widened like copper bells.

She couldn't believe it, and then read it carefully again, and read out the diagnosis result: "Is the bottoming shirt worn backwards?"

"This……"

She looked at Dr. Huang with trembling eyebrows, with a look of incredulity on her face, and then looked at the patient description column on the list again, only to see the man's dictation: "An invisible force strangled the neck, causing difficulty in breathing. Neck is cold."

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

After finding out about the man's situation, she felt funny, angry, and annoyed that she had stumbled.

After calming down the complicated emotions, Xiang Hao sternly explained to Dr. Huang: "Don't tell other people about this."

"You will pay for lunch from next Monday to Wednesday."

Doctor Huang smiled slyly and took the opportunity to blackmail.

"Good! Deal."

Xiang Hao immediately agreed, then walked out of the consultation room, and said to the frowning man, "Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, have you put your bottoming shirt on backwards?"

After saying that, without waiting for the man to respond, Xiang Hao stuffed the result of the photo into his arms, and strode away without looking back.

"mom!"

When she passed a clinic, she suddenly heard an old voice trembling from inside, with three points of helplessness, four points of unwillingness, and three points of grievance.

"Why do you call me mom? Did I ask you that your feet are numb?"

Immediately afterwards, I heard the voice of a female doctor, amazed and amused, mixed with unbelievable...