Director Fang finished translating the whole article and rubbed his sour eyes.

    This job is really going to kill me. I haven''t read academic articles in pure English so carefully for many years. Generally, the manufacturers sort it out. If they look good, they can learn it.

    So tired.

    After a short rest, Fang Jinshui read the whole article carefully.

    The content of the article is quite complex, but to put it simply, the relationship with chest is also very simple - tumors lead to abnormal changes in the body''s self-defense function and abnormal changes in the endocrine system.

    Not to mention, Fang Jinshui analyzed from this idea. The more he saw, the more likely it was that the patients sent by Mr. Wu were diseases of the endocrine system. Although the MRI of the head showed no problem with the pituitary gland, there were several wrong densities under the inflammatory exudation of the lungs.

    Fang Jinshui was dazzled and didn''t see whether it was a small nodule. However, the results of each examination were determined to be problematic, and the patient''s head to toe examination showed that the possibility of lung cancer was the greatest.

    At that time, Mr. Wu Mian made a diagnosis by relying on several general examinations. Even the diagnosis of small pulmonary nodules with high possibility of malignancy has not been determined by himself.

    Is this the real strength of compiling diagnostics?

    "Dong Dong ~"

    "Please come in."

    "Hello, director Fang." sun Zhengye, who brought his lover to see a doctor, came in and asked politely, "have you got the results of blood test a few days ago?"

    "Please sit down," director Fang said. "Now it depends on Mr. Wu''s judgment."

    "My wife is ill?"

    "Yes."

    The man''s face relaxed and breathed out.

    "Now it is considered that Cushing''s syndrome is a rare disease, that is, your lover''s mental symptoms and other symptoms are related to it," director Fang said. "What is not sure is how the disease came from."

    Fang Jinshui''s words are very vague. It''s inconvenient to speak to sun Zhengye.

    "How did this problem come about?" sun Zhengye asked.

    Director Fang nodded and said, "Mr. Wu thought it was caused by small nodular lung cancer."

    “……”

    Just got a good news and another bad news. Men have a feeling that they have just come out of the tiger''s mouth and entered the wolf''s nest.

    "What is small nodule lung cancer?" the man asked with uncertain face.

    Director Fang told the man for another 10 minutes to let him understand that this is an early lung cancer. As long as he has surgery, he can almost recover, and the man''s expression is a little fresh.

    However, director Fang did not fully believe it, but stressed that this was only a judgment of Mr. Wu Mian. Now the patient has inflammation in the lower lobe of the left lung and can''t see clearly. To determine this, the inflammation will subside after at least 1 week, and then CT can be done to determine it.

    After all, it''s getting late.

    Director Fang and the man looked at each other, and they said in unison, "and..."

    Seeing each other talking, they stopped again.

    Director Fang smiled, "say it first."

    "Director Fang, may I ask your teacher Wu who sent us..." he hesitated for a moment, carefully pondered how to use words, and remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "who is it?"

    Who?

    Fang Jinshui looked at the man in surprise. Mr. Wu sent you. You don''t know who he is? Is this the patient Mr. Wu picked up on the road?

    I can''t.

    Thinking of the lightning flash, Fang Jinshui soon understood that who should be the imperial capital or the magic capital couldn''t understand the situation. Only then did he introduce Mr. Wu Mian of the Qing Dynasty to have a look.

    Mr. Wu inherited the kindness of his peers, not the one in front of him.

    "Mr. Wu is a big bull in our industry." Fang Jinshui said with a smile, "here."

    Then he patted a book on the left side against the wall.

    "This is the latest edition of diagnostics, which Mr. Wu is responsible for compiling and publishing as teaching materials. It can be said that all students who graduate in the next five to ten years are Mr. Wu''s disciples."

    “……”

    The man was stunned. Lao Gua mountain is so big?! Lin Xianchang''s little martial uncle can write teaching materials!

    Even those who are not in the medical industry know that the people who can write textbooks are Daniel, not ordinary Daniel, but one of the few.

    "Mr. Wu''s only weakness is his youth, so he hasn''t been rated as an academician in China. But he is already a foreign academician of the Academy of Sciences and the Academy of medicine in the United States," director Fang said with a smile.

    Huahua sedan chair people carry people and hold teacher Wu high, which is also good for themselves.

    Anyway, Mr. Wu brought people to see him. There were some small thoughts in the middle. Director Fang was very accurate. In any case, they are all old doctors and directors. Usually, there are many people looking for him to see a doctor. This kind of thing has long been common.

    Seeing sun Zhengye''s grim expression, director Fang smiled, "you are also a trustee. Find Mr. Wu."

    Sun Zhengye nodded.

    "Mr. Wu has just returned, and his hometown is here." director Fang smiled. "That''s it. If Mr. Wu says hello, you can come to me. As long as I can do it, I won''t shirk it."

    The man seemed to be thinking, stood up silently, shook hands with director Fang, left.

    After seeing off the patient''s family members, director Fang planned the day, followed by another 5 days, rechecked the lung CT, and then we can know whether the diagnosis given by Mr. Wu is a preliminary diagnosis or a final diagnosis.

    Wait, director Fang is curious, but the inflammation can''t go down. What should I do.

    "Dong Dong Dong ~" the knock on the door sounded again.

    "Please come in."

    Director Fang was surprised to see the figure flashing at the door. It''s time to get off work. Why are so many people looking for themselves.

    Sun Zhengye came in again with a brown paper bag in his hand.

    "What''s the matter?" Fang Jinshui asked knowingly. He glanced at the file bag and knew what sun Zhengye was doing.

    "Director Fang, you can tell from your accent that we are outsiders." sun Zhengye said with a smile, "thanks for your care in recent days. Please don''t be polite."

    With that, sun Zhengye put the kraft paper file bag on Fang Jinshui''s desk, turned and left.

    Fang Jinshui pretended not to see it. He smiled and said, "with teacher Wu''s arrangement, I''ll try my best. Don''t worry."

    This is Mr. Wu''s patient. It seems that there is no shortage of money at home. With a little heart, Jinshui will not be polite.

    Because Mr. Wu is here, Fang Jinshui has nothing to worry about. At least you don''t have to think about the money you received. The patient''s family members put forward the strange request that the operation can''t bleed.

    "Director Fang." sun Zhengye walked to the door and saw that Fang Jinshui was not squint. He was as relaxed as if he didn''t see the kraft paper file bag. He asked with a smile, "can Mr. Wu have an operation?"

    "It shouldn''t be." Fang Jinshui moved in his heart and said immediately, "who introduced Mr. Wu to you? You can ask him."