Mr. Mo smells so good

"Fever, maybe some cold."

Mo Yuhui bowed his head and said

"Let's go and check first."

Li Jing heard that he had a fever and asked him to go for a checkup.

Blood tests, filming, this is a private hospital, so there are not many people, and the process is very fast.

Chu Qing accompanied Mo Yuhui in the lounge, the man leaned on the chair and pressed his knees, Chu Qing glanced at the weather outside and frowned.

Yesterday he saw the scars on his knees. He knew that most of the operations on the knees were caused by joint problems. The joints must be uncomfortable in this rainy day, but he still didn't say anything.

After a while, Li Jing came over with the test results, and Chu Qing looked up at him.

"The tonsils are inflamed, mycoplasma is infected, and the lungs are somewhat inflamed. If you have a history of pneumonia, you should pay attention to it and go through the hospitalization procedures."

Li Jing briefly explained the situation.

"I'm not in the hospital, you prescribe the medicine and I'll take it home."

Mo Yuhui raised his head and said, his voice was hoarse.

Li Jing frowned in disapproval. This person didn't let him talk about his previous medical history, but it didn't mean he could treat it as if it didn't exist. His body, especially his lungs, needed special attention. In this case, it was best to be admitted to the hospital for observation.

"Doctor, please show me the report."

Li Jing saw that he stretched out his hand and showed him a bunch of inspection results, Mo Yuhui opened his mouth slightly but didn't come to stop him hastily.

After reading the man's report, Chu Qing frowned and didn't send it away. The platelets and hemoglobin were low, the blood coagulation function was not good, and he was anemic. No wonder the blood pressure was so low. He took out the lung film again, and it was indeed true. There is some inflammation, but it can be seen from the film that there has been an infection before, and other indicators are not very good.

How did this person manage to make his body like this in five years?He suddenly regretted that he promised him not to be hospitalized and went home for infusion, so it would be better to stay in the hospital, but he thought of the man's resistance to the hospital in the morning and dispelled the idea. Forget it, go home and go home by yourself Can the doctor still look down on him?

"I still recommend admission to the hospital for observation."

Li Jing is well aware of the urgency of this "senior customer" of himself, and if he is tossed about, he may come in after a few days.

"It's okay, he's a doctor."

Mo Yuhui raised his head and pointed to Chu Qing who was watching the movie.

Li Jing didn't expect this person to be a doctor, so he turned around and gave him a look

"Has he had a lung infection before?"

Li Jing is also a liar who doesn't make drafts

"Viral pneumonia."

This person can see this from the film. He raised his eyebrows, and after thinking about it, he added

"It's serious."

"Please prescribe the medicine, and I will go back after today's work."

Turning around, he saw Mo Yuhui's displeased expression, but obviously neither of the two doctors had any intention of taking care of his wishes.

Li Jing knew that Mo Yuhui's waist would be uncomfortable in this kind of weather, so he asked the nurse to arrange a ward for him. Chu Qing helped him lie on the bed, watched the nurse give him an injection, and took the appropriate antipyretic medicine.

Mo Yuhui really didn't have much energy, and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while. Chu Qing got up and took a look at the medicine. It was indeed milder and less irritating. Then he leaned on the sofa and checked his phone again.

From time to time, I looked up at the person on the bed. My fate was amazing. Five years ago, he went abroad to escape from this person, but five years later, he would accompany him to give him an injection in his ward.

The author says:

Dr. Chu saw the inspection report

How much will I pay more attention to Mr. Mo in the future?

Poor Mr. Mo. . .