world famous doctor

Chapter 290
As soon as this remark came out, everyone felt even more puzzled.

The father has become like this. As a son, he is still an attending physician, so he just ignores his old father's serious illness?

The patient in the next bed asked again:
"Then your son is actually a doctor, why don't you go to see him in a hospital abroad?"

His wife remained silent beside the hospital bed, her brows furrowed deeply. After saying this, she finally spoke:

"Actually, my husband sends money back on time every month, and asked me to take my old father to the hospital for regular physical examination... for some related treatment."

"Money? What's the use of money to me?"

Mr. Wu's nerves seemed to be stimulated by his daughter-in-law's words.

He sat up all of a sudden, swung his big hand, and knocked over the medicine bottles on the cabinet, and the pills scattered on the floor one by one.

Nurse Bai Ting, who was standing aside, shrank her neck in fright.

Zhou Chen also had some doubts and curiosity.

"Then Mr. Hu, what's going on?"

Mr. Hu sighed again, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

"He always said that he was busy with work and couldn't come back. I'm afraid he has to go back to the west, so he might be able to go home..."

Zhou Chen thought about how Mr. Hu and his daughter-in-law came to see a doctor in a very sick condition, and he felt a little pitiful.

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Chen said:

"Well, Mr. Hu, if it's convenient, give me your son's phone number and I'll call him."

Mr. Hu waved his hand:
"Forget it, it's useless to say that I'm his father. As outsiders, what's the use of saying it?"

Zhou Chen insisted: "How will you know if you don't try? Give me your phone number.".

Mr. Hu took a deep look at Zhou Chen. Seeing that his attitude was so firm, he gave Zhou Chen his son's phone number with the mentality of giving it a try.

Zhou Chen took out his mobile phone, dialed this phone number, and then went out alone to the corridor of the hospital.

In about 10 minutes, he returned to the ward again.

"Mr. Hu, I have explained the situation clearly to him, and he will come back as soon as possible within a day or two."

Mr. Hu looked at Zhou Chen with a somewhat confused look.

He didn't know what kind of words Zhou Chen used to convince his son.

My son is usually so busy at work, even if he calls him himself, it won't help.

"Since that's the case, that's fine."

After saying a word, Mr. Hu turned his head to look out of the window and became stunned.

Those eyes looked a little dull, but also a little expectant and hopeful.

There were too many things in those eyes.

After a while of silence, Zhou Chen and Dr. Zhang Jian looked at each other. When they smiled and turned to leave, Zhou Chen walked to the door and turned around again to give instructions.

"Oh, by the way, when you leave the hospital in the afternoon, go to Baojitang Traditional Chinese Medicine Center with me. I'll grab some Chinese medicine for you to regulate your body."

Mr. Hu's daughter-in-law nodded hurriedly:

"Then there is Dr. Lau Chow."

Then, with the support of his daughter-in-law, Mr. Hu completed the discharge procedures together.

They returned to Baojitang Traditional Chinese Medicine Center with Zhou Chen.

After entering the lobby, Zhou Chen directly ordered Zhu Dayong.

"Dayong, get me some Chinese medicine immediately."

While talking, Zhou Chen sat down and prescribed a Chinese medicine.

Peach kernel, almond, reed root, coix seed, winter melon kernel, mulberry leaf, licorice, forsythia...

And add Trichosanthes melon and Houttuynia cordata at the same time.

All measurements are accurate to the gram.

After Zhu Dayong took the prescription, he quickly packaged the medicinal ingredients and handed it over.

Zhou Chen took the medicinal materials, handed them to Mr. Hu and at the same time said:

"When you go back, you should pay attention to a reasonable diet, avoid spicy or irritating food, eat more fruits and vegetables, and rest more. I believe that if you continue to take a few courses of treatment, your symptoms of COPD will be greatly improved..."

Mr. Hu raised his eyes and stared at Zhou Chen quietly.

There were complex emotions in that gaze.

Gradually, tears filled his eyes, as if tears were about to burst out of his eyes the next moment.

At this moment, he seemed to regard Dr. Zhou as his closest person.

His biological son Hu Zhaowei, as the attending physician in a large foreign hospital, has never been so concerned about him.

For a moment, Mr. Hu was speechless with gratitude.

Zhou Chen smiled at him and patted the back of his hand:
"Okay, okay, I know what you want to say. This is what we should do as doctors. You don't have to thank me. If you have nothing to do, go back first."

According to Zhou Chen's doctor's order, Mr. Hu's daughter-in-law made soup for him as soon as they got home.

After taking this decoction for a day or two, Mr. Hu's condition was indeed greatly improved.

At noon that day, the daughter-in-law brought the prepared soup to Mr. Hu as usual.

"Dad, it's time to drink the medicine."

At this moment, Hu Zhaowei, the son who is far away abroad, suddenly pushed open the door.

There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the room.

Hu Zhaowei walked into the room with a frown.

His expression seemed to be particularly resistant to the smell of Chinese medicine.

"Dad, I'm back."

He greeted them briefly, walked up to them, and looked down at the bowl of dark green soup in his wife's hand.

He asked with some confusion in his heart:

"This... is Chinese medicine?"

His wife nodded with a smile on her face, and just about to speak, unexpectedly, Hu Zhaowei suddenly complained with resentment.

"What kind of Chinese medicine to drink? Can Dad's illness be cured with such a little Chinese herbal medicine? Don't be fooled by others, take it away!"

Hu Zhaowei, who is an attending doctor abroad, has always believed in Western medicine and has a serious sense of rejection of Chinese medicine.

He has always believed that only western medicine can cure diseases and save lives.

Traditional Chinese medicine, at best, can play a certain role in regulating and conditioning. If you want to cure a disease, it is tantamount to fantasy.

Although this is a serious prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine, he himself believes it as the truth.

Mr. Hu looked at his biological son whom he had not seen for several years. When he entered the door, he did not ask any questions and was more concerned about his condition. Instead, he scolded him for a while.

He stared at the son in front of him tightly, silently, and a ball of fire was burning in his heart.

After a few scoldings, Hu Zhaowei returned to the kitchen. There was a large pot of Chinese medicine that had been boiled, and there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine that made him very disgusted and resisted.

He covered his nose with one hand, feeling like he would soon pass out from the smell of the medicine.

Somewhat anxious, he lifted up his head and dumped all these Chinese medicines into the trash can.

He was mumbling something at the same time.

"Don't go to the doctor in a hurry. How many of these Chinese medicine practitioners are good?"

His actions and words completely annoyed Mr. Hu.

Mr. Hu walked over with the support of his daughter-in-law.

He stopped loudly: "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)