Healing Doctor

Chapter 231 Savior

"What's wrong!"

The middle-aged woman burst through the bedroom door in terror, nearly falling to the ground.

When she saw her son standing in front of the mirror, his face filled with fear and his body trembling, she burst into tears and held her son, who was gripped by fear, in her arms.

The mother's embrace was warm, seemingly driving away the little girl in the red dress. Even as an observer, Ji Xiang felt the warmth.

"Mom," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

"It's alright, it's alright, let's go see a doctor."

Ji Xiang had just relaxed a little when he heard the word "doctor" and instantly became wide awake.

No, this is empathy. There's no reason for the system NPC to arrange a nonsensical horror or thrilling experience.

How could a serious medical system possibly harbor ghosts!

But

Ji Xiang went through all his memories but couldn't find out what illness "he" had.

My left eye's vision has improved slightly; things aren't as blurry as before, as if the little girl in red has taken her hand away.

As dawn broke, the middle-aged woman began to struggle with her decision.

Ji Xiang knew what she was struggling with, but Ji Xiang himself didn't know what the right thing to do was.

A doctor at a loss, a seemingly ethereal master who was scratched, a little girl sitting behind him in the dead of night blowing air on his neck...

Everything seemed incongruous yet perfectly logical. Ji Xiang pondered this in confusion, but had no clue what to do.

He only regained some consciousness after being admitted to the orthopedics department by a middle-aged woman who took him to the hospital and pleaded with her.

Orthopedics, sports medicine, it seems to be related to weakness in the left side of the body, so this is the only place I can stay.

Ji Xiang witnessed the entire hospitalization process, during which the middle-aged woman pleaded with the doctor, insisting that she not be admitted to the neurosurgery department.

The words "nerve" and "mental" are often confused by ordinary people, and Ji Xiang knew she was worried that the name of the department would cause "herself" another kind of harm.

After being admitted to the hospital and undergoing examinations, "I" lay on the hospital bed, but the little girl in red did not leave. Instead, she played games tirelessly.

The patients in the same ward were so frightened that they complained to the doctor, and one by one they moved out.

Large, top-tier hospitals are overcrowded, but "my" own ward is surprisingly quiet.

The number of people seemed to have no bearing on how often the little girl in red came; it was just that she came more and more frequently, and each time she spoke more and more.

He couldn't take it anymore, and for the first time, Ji Xiang desperately wanted to go back.

Ji Xiang even had a feeling that the pain from urinary tract stones was less than this torment.

However, the system NPC did not summon Ji Xiang back, but instead left him there to accompany the patient through the inhuman ordeal.

a few days later.

A commotion arose outside the door, which was then pushed open. The person who opened the door respectfully invited the elderly man with a venerable and otherworldly air into the room.

He glanced at "himself" after entering the room, sighed, and said, "This is troublesome."

"Master, what's wrong?" The middle-aged woman asked anxiously, her face pale and haggard.

"The prodigy is growing too fast." The old man with the air of a hermit frowned, staring at "himself." "Let's give it a try. Since you are sincere, I can't refuse you outright. But I can't guarantee it will work this time."

"Master, please, you must save my son," the mother pleaded.

"Trying it out isn't enough. There aren't many talismans passed down from our sect. They were all hand-drawn by immortal masters hundreds of years ago..." The old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom said, drawing out the last syllable.

He handed a thick envelope to the young man behind him.

"It would have been better a few days earlier, alas." Although the old man with a sage-like demeanor had accepted the money, he still didn't give a definite answer. He sighed with a face full of sorrow, "I can only do my best. Everything is predestined, and there's nothing we can do about it. Don't think too much about defying fate."

"Sword, come!"

The old man, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, reached out and handed him a peach wood sword.

"What are you doing."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Ji Xiang's attention was completely focused on the old man's charade, and he didn't notice anyone coming in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Xiang felt like a drowning man grasping at a last straw.

It's Professor Zhou Congwen!

Ji Xiang felt like he had met a savior.

"Get lost, you charlatan." Professor Zhou glanced at the old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom and said disdainfully.

"How dare you speak to my master like that?" one of them scolded.

"Get out, get out." Professor Zhou waved his hand. "This is a hospital. I can't control your misbehavior outside, but believe me, you'll regret it if you cause trouble here."

"you……"

Someone was about to retort, but the venerable old man immediately backed down, "Professor Zhou, look at you, we're all old acquaintances, why bother? I'm only doing this for the children. If I had known you were coming, I wouldn't have come."

"Ha, so it was my fault after all?" Professor Zhou glanced at the old man sideways.

"Didn't you go to Europe for a conference?" the old man asked demurely.

"I just got off the plane and there you are, causing trouble here. Your master is turning in his grave. By the way, did you put cement on the coffin lid? Otherwise, your master would have jumped out and slapped you."

As Professor Zhou spoke, he walked up to "himself," and Ji Xiang almost burst into tears.

He was like a ray of light, tearing through the boundless darkness and allowing me to see hope.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here," Professor Zhou said gently. "What's wrong?"

"I" was a little confused, but subconsciously answered Professor Zhou's question.

After a series of physical examinations, Professor Zhou took "himself" to the treatment room for a biopsy before saying, "It's nothing serious. It was discovered early, so we can treat it accordingly."

"Is it an illness?" "Myself" asked in confusion.

"Of course, temporal arteritis is not a very common autoimmune disease, so you need to see a rheumatologist," Professor Zhou said with a smile. "You'll be transferred to another department first, and with medication, you should see improvement soon."

Temporal arteritis...

After hearing the diagnosis, Ji Xiang tried hard to recall, and after a long time, he vaguely remembered that some of the symptoms of temporal arteritis seemed to be similar to the patient's condition.

But if I were to diagnose it myself, I would never have imagined it was this disease.

It seems I still need to work harder on diagnostics.

Professor Zhou was very kind. He patiently explained to "himself" why his shoulders felt heavy and he felt like he was being blown by a cold wind, and even explained clearly why he was covering his eyes with a small hand.

These are all clinical symptoms of temporal arteritis, characterized by insufficient local blood supply, shoulder weakness, and decreased temperature, which can lead to blindness in severe cases. However, blindness does not occur suddenly, but rather is a gradual, incremental loss of vision.

So that's how it is. "Myself" didn't understand, but Ji Xiang did.

"With hormone pulse therapy, it will be effective in 3 days." Professor Zhou smiled, as gentle as a spring breeze.

With flashes of light and shadow, Ji Xiang returned to the system's operating room.

(End of this chapter)