Chapter 311 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill man in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Part 10)
Mrs. Zhao came in quietly, but left the house cursing with her nose in the air.
The young boy who was about to come in behind hesitated when he saw this.
Lance happened to get up and move around, and when he saw him at the door he asked casually.
"Do you want to see a doctor? Your illness is a bit serious."
The boy was horrified: "You, you can tell?"
Lance poured himself a glass of water from the water dispenser, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Your lips are purple, anyone should be able to see that, right?"
It is not uncommon to see young people in such poor physical condition.
Lance motioned for him to make an appointment, then gave a quick diagnosis while taking the man's pulse.
"Gastric ulcer, tinnitus, lumbar disc herniation, kidney deficiency, premature ejaculation, and..."
"Doctor, please stop reading. Please, QAQ."
The boy was almost crying and he grabbed his hair in pain.
"Just tell me how to treat it."
Lance withdrew his fingers, glanced at the top of his head and said "oh".
"There is another one, hair loss."
The boy's soul was hanging on his lips, but his body was already cold.
“S-Stop talking…”
"Actually, the problem isn't that big, but it's hard to cure."
Lance glanced at him and said, "Can you change jobs, go to bed early, get up early, eat on time, and exercise every day? If you can't do it, you will return to your old ways even if you are cured."
The boy was asked a painful mask.
If you can change jobs, who would want to live this kind of office life from 8 am to 9 pm?
Sometimes I have to work overtime for free on weekends, my stupid boss calls me in the middle of the night without caring about anything, and I am so tired at noon but have no lunch break and can only rely on coffee to survive.
The more the boy thought about the things one by one, the more he cried.
He covered his face and finally couldn't hold back his sobs. "Doctor, I really can't do this. It's so hard to find a job now. Although my job only pays 3,000 yuan and doesn't include five insurances and one housing fund, my stupid boss still asks me to pick up his kids every day. He always calls me at night regardless of whether I'm sleeping or not. But it's really hard to find another job in this small place, doctor. If there were other jobs, I would have quit long ago."
Lance was a little hard to understand.
"But if you want to recover to normal health in your current condition, three thousand yuan a month may not be enough."
"what?"
The boy spread his fingers that were covering his eyes and revealed a look of shock.
"Doctor, how can you say such cold words with your 36-degree mouth?"
Doesn't he know this?
But we have to live.
He staggered for a few seconds before finally trying to revive himself.
"Then doctor, can you treat me?"
Sometimes Lance really feels that he doesn't understand enough about humans.
For example, in the current situation, does humanity want to treat the disease or not?
But he still lowered his head and wrote a few prescriptions.
"Heal your stomach first, eat well, then cure your insomnia and move on to other things."
When he got to the last prescription, he glanced at the top of the boy's head again, then lowered his head expressionlessly and continued writing.
"It's highly likely that you don't need to treat your baldness anymore, or you can wait until you change jobs to treat it."
After he finished writing the last stroke, he pushed the prescription down and only handed over the top one.
"But it's actually not that hard to find a job. For example, I know a few jobs that are urgently hiring. Aren't you a local? That's a big advantage. You're also covered by five social insurances and one housing fund..."
"Miracle doctor!"
The boy fell to his knees with tears in his eyes.
"Doctor, I think your prescription is very good! This is the one I'll choose!"
Miracle doctor! This is definitely a miracle doctor!
In the end, this man paid a fee of 168 and took the "prescription" from Lance.
Lance looked at the sparse backs that jumped out, then looked at the several prescriptions he had written on his hand, slowly opened the drawer and stuffed them in.
Probably, it will still be useful after a while.