Back in 2002 as a doctor

Zhou Congwen added another sentence like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is the habit of doctors. As long as they are reliable doctors, they will basically not say absolute words, unless they encounter some special circumstances.

"So once the CT value of a certain substance is measured, it can be determined what kind of substance it is.

However, the settings of different machines are different, some machines are set at about -1000 to 2000, and some are set at about -1000 to 5000, so the specific range of CT value depends on the machine. "

After Zhou Congwen explained the CT value, Yuan Qingyao's father asked a question, and then motioned him to continue.

"Let's watch the third film next."

Zhou Congwen inserted a new film into the film reader.

"Here we can see evenly distributed high-density shadows in the center and low-density shadows at the edge. The high-density shadows in the center can be seen in large and small scattered small bubble-shaped low-density shadows, and point-like high-density shadows can also be seen. The distribution is very uniform."

"The fourth picture is more interesting. I don't know much about antiques, and I haven't worked as a carpenter. I'm just talking about my own thoughts."

"I think it should be a normal wood or mixed wood texture, with soft edges and no trace; pay attention here!"

Zhou Congwen took out a tube of ballpoint pen from his breast pocket, and tapped a certain image of the film inserted in the film reader with the pen tip.

"The image here is very straight, showing the shape of a straight cutting line. The normal natural growth of wood will not show such a texture. I don't understand the properties of agarwood or agarwood, so I won't talk nonsense, so as not to make people laugh. .”

"But if my deduction is correct, this piece of wood is made by a master craftsman, and its value is not lower than that of a whole piece of agarwood."

Although Zhou Congwen said that he would not talk about it, the ballpoint pen in his hand was still drawn across the straight cutting line.

That line is too straight, full of artificial traces, it is hard to believe that it is the result of natural growth.

The old man in a Chinese-style double-breasted gown frowned, and he stared at the line intently.

Although the stubborn cognition in his mind made him extremely disgusted with Zhou Congwen, but if the boss wanted to listen, he could only listen to what the doctor said.

He listened very carefully, trying to find a flaw in Zhou Congwen's words, and then knocked him to the ground.

What Zhou Congwen said was simple and easy to understand, and the old man could understand it.

Especially now the straight line that Zhou Congwen pointed out with the atomic pen made the old man fall into a state of self-denial.

He is an expert, so he naturally knows that this is definitely not the natural growth of agarwood, and there is a high probability that what the little doctor said is right!

The inner woody structure of agarwood... there is something wrong!

Chapter 1149 Chen Xiang's CT Diagnosis

Yuan Qingyao's father's expression never changed, he looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile on his face, and listened to his narration.

Even if the agarwood worth tens of millions becomes a fake, it seems that it can't touch his nerves.But Zhou Congwen's last words still couldn't move him.

Just like the wood didn't belong to him, Yuan Qingyao's father didn't care.

Zhou Congwen has been paying attention to Yuan Qingyao's father's expression. This man is indeed not simple. At least now, he is not as simple as a nouveau riche.

"The next film is more typical." Zhou Congwen inserted the fifth film into the film reader, and pointed to the image with the ballpoint pen in his hand.

"Here, it shows a straight cut shape, pay attention to the strip-shaped low-density shadows that I pointed with the ballpoint pen in my hand.

According to objective data, the CT value here is about -987Hu. Simply put, the hint is air. "

Hearing Zhou Congwen's "picture poor dagger see" talking about the air, the face of the old man in a Chinese-style double-breasted gown turned black, and dark clouds covered it.

It's like... Zhou Congwen dug his ancestral grave and even pissed on the coffin board.

"Normal growth of wood does not produce so much air, and it is distributed in the gaps between different densities." Zhou Congwen glanced at the old man and continued to explain calmly, "Of course, I am not an expert in botany. And there is no research on the particularly expensive wood and antiques that have been sold recently."

"Just talking about the facts, just telling everyone what I saw based on the CT images."

"Doctor Zhou, just say what you want." Yuan Qingyao's father smiled, his mood didn't change at all, but there was a look of appreciation in his eyes, "I always heard what Qingyao said about video analysis at home, I couldn't understand, but Know that there is a final diagnosis."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Congwen liked him greatly.

Originally, I regarded this piece of wood as a patient, and I would definitely give a diagnosis after analyzing the film.

But Yuan Qingyao's father said it a step earlier.

This person is interesting.

"As I said just now, I don't know what the image of wood looks like.

But according to my understanding - the same wood, no matter how it grows, the difference in wood texture will not be very huge.

Perhaps this is the difference between agarwood and agarwood?

And looking at the film, the density difference between the center and the edge is too big, the difference is about 1500Hu, and the atomic number of the center density is much higher than the edge density. "

"If you say that the density of agarwood is low, how do you explain the air shadow in the center?"

Zhou Congwen showed a professional smile on his face to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Next, I say my 'basis for diagnosis'."

"Looking at the positioning image, the strip-shaped low-density shadow and the square shape look like traces of hand-cutting."

"Scattered large and small bubble-like low-density shadows are seen in the high-density shadow in the center, considering small air shadows."

"So my conclusion is that this piece of wood did not grow naturally, but was artificially spliced ​​later."

"Whether it's a fake or not... I don't know. Even if it is, it's a wonderful job, a master." Zhou Congwen said.

"Papapa~" Yuan Qingyao's father clapped his hands together, "Doctor Zhou, wonderful!"

"Uncle Yuan is polite." Zhou Congwen smiled, but didn't explain anything.

"Fake is fake, but I have had an analysis by an expert, and the object must be old."

"C14?"

Yuan Qingyao's father smiled, but did not answer Zhou Congwen's words.

"Let me tell you what I think, Doctor Zhou, do you see it right?" Yuan Qingyao's father said.

Zhou Congwen made a gesture of invitation.

"That piece of wood is definitely wood, but the skin is wood, and the center is another kind of wood spliced ​​together.

It is filled with a large number of liquid or fluid substances with a slightly higher atomic number, such as resin, cement or gel-like substances, so there are a lot of air bubbles in the center and gas at the edge joints. "

Zhou Congwen smiled. No wonder Yuan Qingyao has high IQ and EQ. His father's comprehension ability is just a glimpse, which is surprising.

He even names substances like cement.

In fact, Zhou Congwen thought that Yuan Qingyao's father was not willing to be cheated, so he made excuses for himself.

"Finally, the surface was processed by hand, and the conclusion is ready to come."

"Don't say it."

Yuan Qingyao's father said four words at the end as the ending.

Indeed, it doesn't matter if you don't say it.

"Doctor Zhou, I have a question for you."

"Uncle Yuan, please tell me."

"Do you think Sotheby's identification will use CT?"

"I think so." Zhou Congwen didn't hide his thoughts. As for who gave this piece of wood and why he risked the name bought at Sotheby's auction, it has nothing to do with Zhou Congwen.

"Then I know." Yuan Qingyao's father stood up calmly, "Can I take these films?"

"can."

Yuan Qingyao hurried forward to collect all the films and put them in bags.

"That's it?" Zhou Congwen looked at Yuan Qingyao's father.

After shaking hands and saying goodbye, Yuan Qingyao's father walked away cleanly.

The old man in a Chinese-style double-breasted gown walked with flimsy steps. It was obvious that Zhou Congwen's explanation had dealt him a huge and fatal blow.

After seeing them off, the smile on Xiao Kai's face had already bloomed.In his opinion, the process of Zhou Congwen explaining the CT film of Chenxiang and giving a diagnosis is a mess.

"Professor Zhou, amazing."

"Fortunately, it's just watching a movie."

"That old man is so rude, he keeps provoking." Xiao Kai laughed, "He's just asking for his own death."

"Hehe, you can't say that." Zhou Congwen said, "This kind of person is very common, and there are people around."

"Ok?"

Xiao Kai was taken aback. Is Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou going to start Huang Lao's action of instilling values?

However, as the butler, as a fancier, Xiao Kai immediately asked, "How do you say it, Professor Zhou."

"It is not an exaggeration to say that the four words keep pace with the times." Zhou Congwen said, "Wang Chengfa will be swept into the garbage dump of history if he does not accept thoracoscopy. They will fail if they do not accept the detection methods of new-age machines. Yes. Compared with CT imaging and other technological means, the experience of the older generation is still slightly inferior."

"..."

Xiao Kai didn't expect Zhou Congwen to change the subject and return to medical treatment.

"Heart, don't accept interventional surgery, hey." Zhou Congwen shook his head, "Let's see if there is a turning point in the future."

"Congwen, how dare you say it." Shen Lang interrupted Zhou Congwen's emotion, "Yuan Qingyao's old man knew it was a fake, so I thought he would be furious."

"Look at what you said." Zhou Congwen laughed, "If people don't know what to do, if they can come to the hospital, do they have to do a CT for a piece of wood?"

Shen Lang, Xiao Kai and others really didn't expect this.

In addition, when they saw Yuan Qingyao's father's calm and calm expression and tone before, they suddenly had a different understanding.

Just as he was talking, Zhou Congwen's cell phone rang.

"Director Fuji, what's wrong?"

Chapter 1150

"Professor Zhou, there is a patient... Something is wrong... Are you busy?"

Teng Fei spoke upside down and seemed to be in a bad state.

Zhou Congwen said, "It's already time, Director Teng is still in the ward?"

"Ah."

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look." After Zhou Congwen finished speaking, he checked where Teng Fei was and hung up the phone.

"Director Fuji is looking for me, you guys are busy first."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Congwen turned and left the doctor's office, Xiao Kai followed behind, as if talking to Zhou Congwen.

The caring Boss Chai looked at the backs of the two and sighed.

Just now he was curious, so he listened to Zhou Congwen's CT analysis of wood.

The analysis is quite exciting, although Mr. Chai thinks that if he changes himself, he will definitely be able to see the problem. After all, the straight lines in CT don't look like natural ones at all.

But I definitely can't say so many things, let alone convince others.

"Boss Chai, what's the matter?" Lu Tiancheng asked casually as he helped move the table.

"Professor Zhou is really amazing." Mr. Chai said with emotion, "I also want to come to your medical team."

Lu Tiancheng smiled, "It's for sure."

"Huh?" Mr. Chai seemed to hear something in Lu Tiancheng's words, "Doctor Lu, you..."

Shen Lang looked at Lu Tiancheng curiously, but Lu Tiancheng didn't continue talking, he just moved things honestly and reset the table.

"Mr. Lu, what do you want to say?"

"Just call me Brother Lu, I've said it many times." Lu Tiancheng smiled and said, "Shen Lang, don't call me that."

Shen Lang scratched his head.

Back then in the Third Hospital of Jianghai City... In fact, it was less than a year, but in Shen Lang's memory, it was already a very distant past.

"It seems that you didn't finish what you just said."

"Is it?"

"Yes, what are you going to say?"