Luo Zhiyuan sent his mother home, and then took out the old military cap with two black buttons that his father Luo Polu had kept to this day. The appearance of the military cap had long turned yellow, and the edge of the inside of the hat was written with three small characters "Luo Yunlong" that were neat and vaguely visible.

This is the only relic left by Luo Polu's father, the martyr Luo Yunlong, who bravely sacrificed his country during the War of Resistance Against Japan, and it is also a credit that can prove Luo Polu's identity as a member of Luo Polu's family.

General Luo Zhiyuan carefully wrapped his cap with a silk scarf and put it in his luggage bag. However, he hesitated for a moment, and then put the golden needle leather hood left to him by his grandfather Mu Jingshan into his luggage.

Although he had no intention of practicing medicine, as the direct descendant of Doctor Mu, whether he admitted it or not, it was difficult for him to give up this set of golden needles in this life, and he could not even give up this wealth of medical skills and acupuncture techniques.

Mu Qing sent his son out of the house and returned silently. She suddenly felt that going to Beijing for help to let his son come forward may be better than doing it herself. In any case, his son is always the descendant of the Luo family, with the same word "Luo" on his head. The Luo family might have helped him because of the past friendship.

At 2:00 p.m. Luo Zhiyuan followed the bustling crowds and boarded the 503 passenger express train to the capital. Before leaving, he called the newspaper leader to renew his vacation for a week. The newspaper knew that something had happened to his father, so he did not make things difficult for him.

Because it is not the peak season for passenger flow, there are not many passengers in green hard-seat carriages, and they sit in groups of three or three.

Wow!

The train whistled slowly out of Anbei Station and drove forward in a flash. Luo Zhiyuan opened the window, letting the hot wind blow, and turned his head to stare at the view along the railway that was moving backwards.

At this time, the surrounding areas of Anbei Railway Station had not been renovated. The layout of crowded and messy shanty towns and buildings in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China was still maintained. The walls of some courtyards still had almost absurd slogans from the national turmoil. In the depths of the dense poplar forest, the rumbling trains were alarmed and a group of sparrows flew into the sky in black, covering the sky and the sun.

The result of going to the capital was actually unpredictable. But for the fate of his father and the whole family, Luo Zhiyuan had to go through this journey. It was still early, so he slowly closed his eyes and prepared to have a daze.

Soon, a crisp and urgent radio sound of a female conductor sounded in the carriage: "Comrades of passengers, a passenger who was in the No. 3 soft sleeper carriage needs emergency treatment. Which comrade on the train is a medical worker? Please go to No. 3 for diagnosis and treatment."

Luo Zhiyuan opened his eyes, got up and hesitated for a while, but sat back. Although he had medical skills, he was not a certified doctor. I guess there should be a doctor in this car, so he didn't have to show his ugliness.

But after more than ten minutes, the radio sounded again: "Comrades, who is the doctor? A passenger in the No. 3 carriage is seriously ill and needs treatment now. Please go to No. 3 immediately after hearing the radio. I would like to thank you on behalf of the patient and all staff."

Luo Zhiyuan sighed, got up, grabbed his gift bag, and strode towards the No. 3 soft sleeper carriage at the back.

There is a soft seat compartment between the hard seat compartment and the soft sleeper compartment. There are 6 hard sleeper compartments, which are actually not close. Luo Zhiyuan walked all the way and was stopped by a female train conductor in the bathroom of the No. 3 soft sleeper compartment, "Comrade, are you a doctor?"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled softly: "That's right, if it's convenient, let me see the patient's condition."

The female conductor hurriedly looked at Luo Zhiyuan, and saw that he was handsome and elegant, he felt a little fond of his favor. He quickly led him to the private room where the patient was located in the middle of the carriage. Several conductors were gathering there, among which a doctor in a white coat was leaning over with a stethoscope and was doing something.

An old man in his seventies with a clear face and a strong spirit, wearing a light green summer uniform without a erectile sacking collar flower standing there with his brows frowns, a seven or eight-year-old boy holding his clothes with a nervous expression.

"How is it, doctor?" The old man's voice was a little anxious, but he was still calm.

The white coat is surnamed Li, and he is a "half-snacked" doctor in the outpatient department of the train section. He travels with the train, which means prescribing some medicines to some passengers who have accidental headaches and fever. Most of the time, he sells motion sickness drugs.

Hearing the old man ask, he shook his head seriously and said, "Old comrade, the patient's condition is very complicated and the conditions on the bus are limited. I suggest getting off at the next stop and going to the hospital for treatment. We can help you contact the hospital."

The old man brows became tighter and said in a deep voice: "Can't find out the cause of the disease? There are nearly two hours left to the next stop, so how can she just hold on like this?"

Hearing the old man's attitude a little aggressive, he was dissatisfied with his white coat and his face pulled down. Just as he was about to say something, a conductor interrupted, "Doctor Li, there is a doctor coming in on the car to help, let others take a look first!"

Several train conductors moved away, Luo Zhiyuan nodded slightly to the old man and walked over. He looked at him and saw a girl with long hair in a milky yellow sportswear lying on the bed, who was in her early twenties, as if she was old.

The gorgeous sunlight shone in through the frosted glass on the car window, gently falling on the girl's fair, delicate and beautiful face. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes closed, but the corners of her small mouth slightly twisted and raised in pain, directly destroying the overall beautiful curve.

Luo Zhiyuan leaned over to check and saw that her lips were slightly swollen, and the soybean-sized scabies at the corner of her mouth was so shocking!

"How did the patient get sick?" Luo Zhiyuan stood up and turned to look at the old man who was obviously a relative of the girl and his family.

Although the old man looked anxious, his behavior was calm and he said quietly: "When he got on the bus, there was nothing unusual. But she was a little angry these two days, and a boil had a corner of her mouth. After taking some anti-inflammatory drugs... Not long after the car drove, she began to feel dizzy, nausea and vomit, and also had a fever."

"This will cause a more serious reaction. Not only will it cause a high fever, it will not be clear about the mind." The old man added carefully, while staring at Luo Zhiyuan deeply, his eyes deep and invisible piercing.

Luo Zhiyuan said oh, reached out and tried the girl's forehead. Sure enough, he felt hot and high fever.

He asked again: "Does the patient have had any medical history before?"

The old man shook his head: "No. Although her body is weaker, she has no serious illness. We were on vacation by the beach yesterday and there were no abnormalities."

Luo Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Doctors, especially traditional Chinese medicine, pay attention to "look, listen, ask, and touch". These "look" and "question" are two key steps. In fact, from the analysis of the girl's disease condition, he had already made a basic diagnosis. But to be on the safe side, he still had to give the girl a pulse.

Luo Zhiyuan sat on the bed beside the girl, reached out to take her pulse.

Originally, Luo Zhiyuan was too young and still had a little doubt, but seeing his familiar and experienced pulse movements and the ethereal temperament that his eyes were slightly closed, the old man felt a little relieved.

"The patient's qi is weak, the spleen meridian is hot and toxin is damaging, and the stomach fire is strong to attack - old man, this is a skull boil, which is growing on the Dicang point. At the same time, because the patient's constitution is weak, the disease occurs rapidly and the reaction is strong, and he falls into a coma. He needs immediate treatment." Luo Zhiyuan let go of his hand and smiled, "Please help the patient up, let her sit flat, and hang her feet down."
Chapter completed!