The permanent director of the Jia Lao Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, a member of the expert group, and a great master of the capital Zhongnanhai. If it were in ancient times, it would be an imperial doctor, famous in the traditional Chinese medicine community, and also participated in the compilation of the traditional Chinese medicine teaching secretary. It would be difficult to find him to treat him once in the capital.

When the doctors present heard Mr. Jia arrive, they were also surprised. Director Hu and the experts on the side also hurriedly ran out to greet him.

As soon as I left the door, an old man walked in the corridor with the support of everyone.

This old man is Mr. Jia, who is in his sixties. Although he has already tolerated him, he looks very energetic and walked over with the help of two apprentices.

"Mr. Jia, on behalf of our Feng family, I welcome your old arrival. The villain did not inform you in advance. I was sorry, I was sorry!"

Feng Yue said guiltily.

"Mr. Feng, please be polite. I am just an old Chinese doctor who practices medical treatment and is not a sensible person. I am not so angry. How is your father now?

Take me to see it now!”

"The situation is not very good. Mr. Jia, you must have got off the plane just now. Why don't I arrange a room for you first and you can rest for a while before talking about it?"

"No, the patient is important, hurry up and take me to see your old father!"

Mr. Jia waved his hand and said.

"Lauja is old, please come here."

Feng Yue took the group to the ward, everyone stepped back, and Mr. Jia sat next to the bed.

Feng Yue's old father, Old Feng, looked pale, his lips were chapped, and he was covered in medical equipment. He kept breathing heavily.

Seeing Mr. Jia, he opened his eyes with difficulty and said in a low voice, "Mr. Jia, I have heard of your name, and I finally saw your real person today!"

"Mr. Feng, don't say it, how do you feel now?"

"It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable!"

Mr. Feng said painfully, "I am healthy, and I don't know why, but I got a small cold and put me in. They said this is a virus, but it has been treated for more than ten days and there is no effect. I think the medical level here is not good. Just come here!"

What Mr. Feng said made Director Hu and the experts present want to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Although Mr. Feng said this a bit one-sidedly, for patients, there is nothing wrong with that. If a doctor cannot cure a patient's disease, it means that he is not good at medical skills.

"It's not that their medical skills are not good, it's that your disease is a bit complicated!"

Mr. Jia laughed and said, "Let me take your pulse first!"

Old Feng stretched out his old hand, Old Jia raised his hand and placed it on his wrist, closed his eyes and felt the change of Old Feng's pulse.

About five minutes later, he changed his hands, and for a while, his brows frowned.

"Mr. Jia, how is my father's condition?"

Seeing Mr. Jia’s serious appearance, Feng Yue had a bad premonition.

"I'll answer you later!"

Old Jia glanced at Feng Yue, turned around and asked, "Old Feng, tell me first, where did you feel uncomfortable in your body at the beginning?"

"First?"

Mr. Feng thought for a while and said, "I had a headache at the beginning, my whole body was sore and weak, and I gradually became hot and runny, and then I felt disgusting when I saw greasy things... What's going on with me?"

Are you old and unsuccessful?”

"No, no, don't think too much!"

Mr. Jia comforted Mr. Feng and said, "Think about it carefully. Before you have no strength, do you feel that you can't sleep at night? You always feel anxious and annoyed. When you encounter something unpleasant, you always want to get angry?"

"You said this?"

Mr. Feng rubbed his eyes confusedly and said, "It seems there is one!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Lao's expression became even more serious. His expression and serious look made everyone present nervous.

"Mr. Jia, are you not sure, what kind of disease is this?"

"no!"

Mr. Jia sighed deeply and shook his head.

"What's that, Mr. Jia, since you have seen the reason, you'll tell me!"

Feng Yue stomped his feet in a hurry.

"Then I'll just talk!"

Mr. Jia took back his hand and said seriously, "Old Feng, Mr. Feng, then I'll just say it!"

"If you have anything, just say it!"

Mr. Feng smiled faintly and said, "I am all the people who buried the loess in my neck. I have lived almost the same life. If you can cure it or not, just say it directly. I can accept it!"

"Your disease is not too serious. Let me tell you this way. There are two diseases in you now. One is caused by external viruses, and the other is that you have hidden diseases!"

"Hidden disease?

What kind of hidden disease?”

Feng Yue asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, Lao Feng, your father died because of cardiovascular disease, right?"

"Yes, yes, Lao Jia, what do you mean by saying this?

Have I also inherited my old father's cardiovascular disease?"

"Yes, not bad! Judging from your pulse, there are deformities in the blood vessels in your brain!"

After hearing Mr. Jia's final diagnosis, everyone in the room was shocked. They all remembered what Qin Ze said when he left.

The patient's current viral infection is not serious. What is really fatal is the brain cerebrovascular malformation. At this age, the brain blood vessels have been sclerated. If there is a cerebrovascular malformation, then as long as the patient's resistance decreases or has a disease, the sclerated blood vessel may rupture at any time! "How could it be! Could it be?"

Feng Yue's legs became weak and he almost sat on the ground. He hesitated and said, "Mr. Jia, since you can see it, can't you treat it?"

"I have no choice! This kind of Western medicine can be treated surgically, but the risk is quite high. Not to mention the success rate is only 30%. In addition, even if it is successful, the chance of recurrence is still very high!"

"Ah! Is there no other way?"

"Yes, there is one person who can cure it!"

"who?

Who is it?"

Feng Yue couldn't wait to ask.

"Qin Ze from your Fangcheng City, Doctor Qin!"

"Qin Ze, Doctor Qin! You won't be talking about a young man, are you?"

Feng Yue asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's him. Although he is young, his medical skills are definitely above me. He will definitely have a way!"

Mr. Jia said seriously.

After hearing what Mr. Jia said, Feng Yue regretted it at this moment and wished he could slap himself a few times.

"Old Jia, are you taking it seriously?"

Old Feng was surprised, and he regretted it at this moment. He was lying on the hospital bed just now and didn't look at Qin Ze directly.

"Medical doctors have no jokes, life is a matter of stake. Can I make jokes?"

"Dad, dad, I'll go and invite him back now!"

Feng Yue said something, then turned around and ran out.
Chapter completed!