Female President's personal doctor

Chapter 269 Rare Skin Diseases
Chapter 269 Rare Skin Diseases
The old man saw a girl asking him something, so he yelled loudly: "You are asking the right person. Our home is not far from the door of this skin disease hospital. The patients there are much older."

Mughalin was happy and immediately asked: ""

The old man immediately said: "The person you are talking about is the doctor Gouzi. No one does not know that he is an ancestral doctor. He is very good at Chinese medicine. There is no disease that he can't treat well. He also runs a rheumatism hospital."

Mujialin was proud, this dinner was really worth it, and now he finally understood that the so-called Minying was a private hospital, no wonder the bodyguard couldn't be found.

Early in the morning, the bodyguard went to register and specially registered an expert. When it was almost noon, it was almost noon.

Mujialin sat in front of the doctor in a dignified way, full of hope, and secretly prayed in her heart, hoping that this folk miracle doctor could completely cure her illness, but when she thought of the original expert's words, she felt cold again. It's cool, anyway, don't miss it if you touch it head-on.

It was Xing Shanzhou who was attending the consultation today, and Mu Jialin asked casually, "Are you the famous genius doctor Gouzi? There are so many people who have registered with you, finally it is my turn."

Xing Feifei shook his head: "I am a great apprentice of a genius doctor. I actually got the true biography of my master. Unless it is an intractable disease that cannot be diagnosed, my master will show up. Don't worry, if it is a skin disease, it is basically impossible to come to us. All are cured."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at the spots on Mughalin's face.

Suddenly Xing Shanzhou's face became solemn, with a heavy look, and then he carefully pressed the skin of the Mu family's face with his hands: "I will issue a hospitalization order first, and you will be hospitalized immediately, and then a further diagnosis will be made."

Holding the hospitalization slip, Mujialin had to transfer it to the inpatient department, and handed the hospitalization slip to the little nurse in the inpatient department. The little nurse looked at the name on the slip and smiled: "Why do you have the same name as a famous actor?" .”

After speaking, he raised his head and looked up, and exclaimed with a wow: "Am I dazzled? You are a famous actor."

Mujialin pressed his finger to his mouth and gestured: "Please, little nurse, please keep quiet. I really can't stand people's spectators."

The little nurse said enviously: "If you can take a photo with me or take a photo, I am your loyal fan. Can you sign my book?"

Mugarin said enthusiastically: "It's fine to take pictures. I have such a serious skin disease on my face. I don't look good. I will take a photo with you after it is cured. Let me ask you privately, can I recover from this disease?"

The little nurse looked at the hospitalization form, which wrote a few words, special patients, and immediately frowned: "I have only seen five patients like you in such a long time, and they were all consulted by Dean Gouzi personally. But don't worry, as long as the director of Gouzi Hospital is diagnosed, there is no disease that he can't cure."

Mughalin secretly thought in his heart that he hoped so, but as a top expert has already diagnosed it, I am afraid it is really difficult to cure.

This is a ward for three people. Mu Jialin's bed is next to the big bright window. After a while, a few nurses came in with a notebook in their hand and asked her to sign it.

During the excitement, Xing Shanzhou walked in with Gouzi, his face sank: "Why are you joining in the fun? Go back to work for me. What are you doing?"

Xing Shanzhou said to Gouzi: "Master, this is the special patient I am talking about. I have diagnosed her as extremely difficult to treat. I don't know if my diagnosis is correct."

Gouzi had forgotten about Mujialin a long time ago, and after watching it carefully, he suddenly remembered: "Are you the actor I met buying a handbag in the mall?"

Mughalin admitted generously: "I am Mughalin, a miracle doctor, can my disease be cured?"

Mughalin did not see the surprised eyes of the two doctors, obviously they did not know such a person at all.

Gouzi praised Xing Shanzhou: "Your diagnosis is correct.

At the same time, he said to Mugarin: "At the beginning, I reminded you to seek treatment as soon as possible. Now that it has spread like this, you came to see a doctor. The most important thing for you now is to relax and don't think about these things."

After speaking, the two doctors turned and left.

In the next two days, the whole ward became lively, and people broke in from time to time, young men, naive girls, and middle-aged women, who were the main force, all rushed in one after another, asking for signatures , Those who asked for a group photo, the whole ward was in a mess.

When Xing Shanzhou discovered this situation, he immediately posted a notice outside, and at the same time sent several security guards to strengthen the vigilance to prevent irrelevant personnel from entering the hospital, but this trick was not effective.

Suddenly today, in front of the big bright glass, several people with cameras appeared, knocking on the glass at the same time: "Excuse me, Mughalin, we are from a certain newspaper, we are from a certain TV station, and we are also from a certain website. Will you accept our interview?

Would you like to talk to us?What kind of TV series do you plan to make in the future?What disease do you have?Why be hospitalized.

Waiting for a bunch of questions, yelling into a pile through the window.

Mughalin turned around and fled straight into the corridor, yelling in pain, "Why are these people so annoying? They know where I'm hiding."

She didn't expect that it was a little nurse who posted Mugarin's photo on the Internet in order to show off, so the news spread immediately, attracting so many so-called reporters to come to interview.

At night, the dog lived alone in the inpatient department at the back, and did not go home. He ordered some food and red wine, invited the master out, and told about Mujialin's condition.

The immortal doctor took a sip happily: "This disease can be cured, why did I ask you to hide the leaves of the strange-flavored grass, it is a special medicine for this incurable disease, only three tablets can cure it, remember it , no more."

Gouzi asked how to treat it.

Zhibuxi yelled: "You are stupid, just stick this tree leaf directly to your face, and stick it with a piece of adhesive tape on the outside. After three days, you can change it again, and it will be cured in nine days."

Gouzi really didn't understand: "According to common sense, this kind of disease is afraid of covering, isn't it afraid of getting worse?"

Zhi Bushi shook his head: "At this time and at that time, sticking the leaves on the face is good for absorption, and the skin disease that allows its medicine to penetrate completely will cause scars on the surface, and even dry up and fall off. This is not what I gave your prescription.

That time I met Dr. Hua Tuo by chance and communicated with him. He talked about this disease and how to treat it, so I memorized the cure prescription.

This kind of medicinal material is very rare, and this is just one example, just accept it when you see it, and don't spread it. "

Gouzi disagreed: "This is a rare case, I hope we won't see it again in the future."

With the treatment method told by the master, the dog immediately felt at ease, and at this time wanted to come and tell Mujialin, so that she could be completely relieved. Seeing Mujialin fleeing to the corridor in a panic, squatting on the ground, the two He covered his face with his hands and was crying.

Gouzi immediately persuaded: "Why are you crying? Today I tell you good news, your illness can definitely be cured, and within nine days, I will completely cure your illness.

Why is it so messy around here?what happened? "

When Mujialin heard Gouzi’s words, he immediately jumped up excitedly: “What you said is true, my spirit almost collapsed, there are paparazzi reporters outside, and the photos of my illness will appear on the Internet. People are fueling the fire and don't give me a moment's rest."

(End of this chapter)