When Fu Cheng was asked such a rhetorical question, his heart choked for a moment, and he thought that it was Master who asked me to come to you.
Naturally, Fu Cheng would not say this, coughed, and said with a little guilt: "He is also helpless."
"Since even your master can't help it, then there's really nothing you can do. Don't put pressure on yourself. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or western medicine, no one can guarantee that it will be safe after taking it." Wang Lao comforted.
As a doctor, Mr. Wang has seen this kind of situation frequently.
What Fu Cheng wanted was not Wang Lao's comfort. As usual, if he heard him say such a thing, he should be sensible and don't ask any more questions, but the situation of Mr. Song is different.
Fu Cheng took two steps forward, handed out the medical record in his hand, and said cheekily: "This patient is the father of a friend, or Mr. Wang, can you help me to look at the examination data?"
Seeing this, Mr. Wang nodded, "All right, let me take a look."
He took the medical record.
Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Wang only spent two or three minutes reading the medical records, and then raised his head to look at Fu Cheng, "What medicine did you give the patient before?"
"Just the prescription to enhance immunity." Fu Cheng paused, and said the names of a few herbs.
Mr. Wang stroked his beard, and immediately said: "The medicine you have refined from this prescription has a strong effect. If it is used on the elderly in their seventies, it will sooner or later cause problems."
Fu Cheng didn't expect that Mr. Wang would go straight to the crux of the matter just listening to what he said. After a pause, he quickly said: "Then there is a way to save it?"
Mr. Wang shook his head, "I looked at the data, and I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Even the symptomatic S-level drugs don't have much effect. The patient himself has undergone bone marrow transplantation, and the drug allergies occurred during the bone marrow remodeling period, which has caused great damage."
Fu Cheng's expression darkened a little.
Mr. Wang glanced at Fu Cheng, and shook his head slightly. This Fu Cheng has the ability, but he is too eager for quick success, and he doesn't know how to use the medicine.
"Forgive me, I can't do anything about your patient's illness. It's getting late, and I have to catch a plane." Wang Lao looked at the time again.
Seeing this, Fu Cheng smiled wryly and said, "Is there really no way to save it? The main reason is that this person is the old man of the Song family. I'm afraid it will have a bad influence on the association."
When Mr. Wang heard this, the expression on his face was no longer as approachable as before, but a little more stern, "You know that this will happen, but you still take medicine for the patient. Your own problem."
Hearing Wang Lao's slightly indifferent voice, Fu Cheng flinched subconsciously. He raised his head and looked at Wang Lao. There was a sharpness in his eyes that knew everything, and that sharpness penetrated into people's hearts even more than his master.
Fu Cheng hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.
He forgot one thing, Mr. Wang is the president of the association after all, how can someone who can sit in this position be so simple
All the appearance of kindness exists on the premise that people have not made mistakes.
If you want to use the reputation of the association to determine the chairman, you are undoubtedly digging a hole for yourself.
"I'm sorry, President, this time it was my mistake." Fu Cheng admitted his mistake in a low voice, and his attitude seemed very sincere.
Elder Wang shook his head in disappointment again, "Let's have some snacks."
Fu Cheng lowered his head.
Mr. Wang didn't want to care about Fu Cheng's nonsense, but he didn't want to affect the association's reputation because of his nonsense, so he looked through the medical records in his hand.
(end of this chapter)