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Bian Zhi wrote while writing.

While saying: "The stomach is not well, the respiratory tract is infected, the blood lipids are high, the blood pressure is also high, and the blood vessels in the left foot joints are not smooth, causing the lower body to be stiff." , but made him stunned.

Bian Zhi said: "Usually doctors think that poor blood flow in the left foot is related to age, but in fact, it is because of an injury on your left shoulder." Bian Zhi pointed to the position slightly below the shoulder, "Because of this, the long breath caused Improper posture, in the long run, leads to leg problems."

The old man froze.

The housekeeper who was following him was also stunned.

After reacting, the housekeeper hurriedly asked, "Can you still fix it?"

Compared with the discipline's eagerness to know the answer, the old man is much calmer.

Perhaps, it is because I have heard too many similar answers.

For example: "As I get older, I will try my best."

Another example: "This disorder can only be solved by surgery, otherwise it cannot be treated fundamentally."

This kind of old man calls it "shit!"

The old man even planned to listen to these words repeatedly.

He even made the calculations, and Bian Zhi will explain some more later: "You have high blood lipids, you need to control your diet, don't eat spicy food, take more walks occasionally, don't think too much, as you get older, your body will inevitably have problems. this is normal."

Because of these words, the old man overturned the tables of several doctors.

This is also why Teacher Bian Zhi said that he "has a bad temper." From the old man's point of view, it means that he is not good at medicine, so he blamed it on his age.

All quacks!

This is the old man's evaluation of medical students in the past.

The old man raised his eyebrows and waited indifferently for Bian Zhi to speak.

Bian Zhi glanced at the old man's indifferent attitude, she seemed to be very handy with this type of patients.

Or.

She faces such patients every day.

As for Chinese medicine, most of them come to see Chinese medicine because of the hopelessness of Western medicine.

Therefore, she has faced many such patients.

In other words, she has to face many such patients every day. Compared with those anxious and noisy patients, the old man in front of her is actually very restrained.

"I will try my best." No matter which doctor, there is no guarantee that he can achieve the patient's expected results. When the old man snorted coldly and was about to say that it was true, Bian Zhi said again, "Because, here he is," Bian Zhi pointed Pointing to the shoulder, "There is a bullet inside."

The words fell.

The old man looked at Bian Zhi's eyes and sank.

The butler nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, but the doctor said that the old man is getting old, and taking out the bullet will require surgery, which will cause damage to the body instead, so it is not recommended to take it out."

Bian Zhi heard the words.

Ask the housekeeper very cautiously, "Have you brought a report?"

The butler hurriedly said, "Bring it, bring it," he waved his hand, and the person at the door came in with a stack of reports.

Bian Zhi lowered her head and focused on reading the report. She read every page of the report very carefully.

Some of the indicators, when Bian Zhi passed by, he would use a pen to tap a little bit.

When she looked at the ct film on her shoulder, she lowered her eyes more seriously, as if she was assessing how likely it was that the bullet would be taken out.

The housekeeper was in a hurry.

The old man rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to ask the little girl, "How is it? Can I see it, doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I must—"

Not finished.

The old man let out a "tsk -" sound.

"Don't worry, people are watching, you are so noisy, does your family know?"

"To shut up."

Butler "...oh."

The old man was more patient than expected.

With one hand on crutches and the other on his knees, his body is sick, but his sitting posture is still upright.

"Why choose Chinese medicine?"

Suddenly, the old man said this.

Bian Zhi took a break and flipped through the next page of the report, "At first, it was inheritance, but later, I found it interesting."

"Oh?"

I don't know why, but the old man's tone is a little more appreciative, and his tone is not as deep as before.

"Have you got a boyfriend yet?"

Bian Zhi turned another page, "Well, there is a partner."

"When are you thinking about getting married?"

After these words fell, Bian Zhi didn't pay much attention, and the housekeeper's expression was indescribable.

What do you mean, the grandson is out of the game, are you now evaluating whether the great-grandson will take over the family business?

You're not much more polite than the questions I just asked.

When Bian Zhi is concentrating on looking at things, she usually doesn't care too much about what she says, or in other words, she is actually very casual about things other than the medical field.

"In a few years, I'm busy now."

Hearing this, the old man shook off the butler's hand pulling his sleeve, and asked, "How many children do you plan to have?"

Turning to the last page of the report, Bian Zhi raised his head, and suddenly realized what the person opposite asked.

She smiled, remembering Zhou Suihuai's joke before, and answered casually, "A basketball team?"

I don't know if it's an illusion.

After she finished speaking.

The old man leaned forward, then leaned back satisfied and relieved, his posture became more correct, and he turned his head to look at the butler beside him.

A "good, good" expression.

Bian Zhi felt a little funny, in order to prevent the other party from asking strange questions, Bian Zhi clicked on the report on the desktop.

"I think what you should pay attention to now is your own health problems. Let's talk about your condition next."

The old man is not as interested in this as he knows a basketball team.

The lips that were raised just now drooped again.

"Oh, just tell me how long I can live."

There were hurried footsteps outside the door.

When the overlapping footsteps leaped to the door, Bian Zhi joked: "If you cooperate with the treatment, you should be able to see the basketball team I gave birth to grow up healthily."

People at the door came over in twos and threes, panting.

The old man patted the table and stood up abruptly.

From the looks of outsiders, he seemed to be confronting Bian Zhi and was slapping the table with her.

then.

An Nai, who was held back by Brother Leng at the door, couldn't hold back, and went straight in.

"Grandpa, don't scare her."

Bian Zhi was stunned.

The old man didn't bother to look back, he just stared at Bian Zhi, "Are you serious?"

Bian Zhi was just about to nod.

Brother Leng rushed out.

Rushing to the old man's side, "Old man, oh, why did you come here so quickly with your hands and feet, so don't scare the little girl, or you go back with us first, and we can talk about it later?"

The old man looked at the idiot in front of him incomparably.

Brother Leng was so impatient that he leaked Bian Zhi's side early, and the most authoritative old man in the entire Huo family even directly killed him.

The old man's body is not suitable for flying at all, so he just did this, and something happened, and he was so cold that he really wanted to apologize with death.

The old man looked at Brother Leng with eyes like a fool, not bothering to deal with his mental illness.

Turning her head again, she asked Bian Zhi, "Girl, I'm asking you, really?"

Great-grandson of a basketball team.

Whoever is not tempted is a dog!