Xia Sanghuan helped the old man up from the hospital bed and made him lie on his side.
She started to press his back and neck rhythmically. The "wheezing" sound in the old man's throat was gradually replaced by a bout of dry heaves.
A trainee doctor quickly handed over a small basin, so that the girl wouldn't get the old man's vomit on her hands.
After the old man finished vomiting, a subtle stench filled the consulting room.
No wonder she had put on a mask in advance.
Thinking this, the doctors took out their masks from their pockets and put them on.
Only that woman, lacking a mask, was so overwhelmed by the smell that she could hardly keep her eyes open.
But despite the awful smell, she still insisted on walking up to the girl and began to examine what her father had spat out.
The trainee doctors also stepped forward one after another.
"Why is there so much thick phlegm?" someone whispered.
Indeed, different from what they had thought, what was in the basin was not the old man's vomit, but a thick, yellow - green phlegm.
"Take this basin of stuff for examination. I need a report on its components by today," she said, not even turning around as she handed the basin backward.
The doctor closest to her took it like a poor sap.
"Isn't this just ordinary phlegm?" he asked.
"The components in it are nothing more than the common bacteria that cause bronchitis. Some things need to be investigated before we can draw a conclusion," Xia Sanghuan said indifferently.
"If you don't send it for extraction soon, we won't get the results today," she glanced back at them.
One had to say that she really was the direct disciple of Vice - Dean Xiao. Even her temper was somewhat similar to the vice - dean's—equally unyielding.
The doctor had no choice but to carry the basin out dutifully.
"How do you feel now?" she slightly crouched down and asked the gradually calm patient.
The patient gasped for a few breaths and said, "I'm, cough, much better."
"Doctor, what's wrong with my father exactly?" the woman beside them finally couldn't hold back and asked the girl.
"Now that he's spat out all this stuff, will he get better?"
"No," looking into the woman's hopeful eyes, she replied somewhat awkwardly.
"I've just forced out the bacteria and viruses attached to the surface of his internal organs.
"The real deep - seated lesions still need continuous treatment to be completely eradicated."
The woman, who had looked disappointed just now, suddenly grabbed the girl's hand as if grasping at a life - saving straw.
"Do you mean there's still a chance to cure my father's illness?"
"Of course," the girl withdrew her hand calmly.
Listening to the woman chattering non - stop, she rubbed her temples with a headache.
But seeing how concerned she was about her father, the girl couldn't help but empathize.
After all, when she had learned that Xia Laosi was ill, she had been much more anxious than this woman.
She had even hijacked the Black - boned Spiritual Treasure that Leng Chuanjin had searched for a long time.
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't told him that she was at the hospital now.
Judging from the current situation, she couldn't leave for a while, let alone go back to school.
She'd send him a text message after she was done.
Thinking this, she felt the old man's pulse again.
"Vice - Dean Xiao has never given us a definite answer before. Our family has even started to prepare for my father's funeral," the woman said with a sigh, looking very sad.
"We've also tried to find other experts and doctors, but they all refused, saying it was incurable."
Of course, Xia Sanghuan thought silently.
Apart from her master, she had never seen anyone else who could cure this disease.
Even her master had a hard time treating it.
"Some people suggested that we look for the legendary Medical Monster," hearing this, the girl's hand that was feeling the old man's pulse froze for a moment.
"Did you find him later?" she asked calmly as if nothing had happened.
"How could we?" the woman waved her hand.
"Since it's 'legendary', it's definitely impossible to find.
"We were just grasping at straws. We stopped looking after a while."
The girl's eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
She didn't say anything else and silently helped the patient up from the hospital bed.
"Try to see if you can walk on your own," she said.
Seeing this, the woman beside them was about to step forward to help anxiously, but the girl grabbed her arm.
"Please calm down. I need to observe the patient's current condition."
The old man slowly supported the bedside and stood up, walking shakily for a few steps.
Just as he was about to fall to the ground, the girl rushed forward and helped him back onto the bed.
She called three nurses outside and asked them to wheel the patient back to the ward in a wheelchair.
"Don't leave in a hurry," she said to the patient's daughter.
"When was the patient diagnosed with this disease?" she took out the medical record book and a pen and began to ask.
"Around April last year," the woman recalled and said.
"At first, my father just coughed frequently. Since he has a smoking habit, he would smoke heavily when he was in a bad mood or under great work pressure. Coupled with his chronic pharyngitis, we were already used to his cough.
"As we were worried that something serious might happen to his body, we took him to the hospital for regular check - ups.
"Who would have thought that he would be diagnosed with such an incurable disease..."
The girl listened attentively and quickly recorded on the medical record form.
"When did the patient start to feel weak in his limbs?"
The woman looked at her in surprise.
"How did you know that my father is weak in his limbs? You just asked him to walk on his own. It was because his movement of supporting the bedside was very awkward," the girl said calmly.
"It's obvious that he can't exert force on his joints."
No wonder she could order around all the doctors in the room. Looking at her confident appearance, the woman thought.
"What should we do next?"
"Observe for a while longer," the girl closed the completed medical record form.
"I've just taken over this patient, and some data need to be recorded from scratch."
"But Vice - Dean Xiao..."
"This is his idea.
"If you're not at ease, you can contact him," Xia Sanghuan glanced at the woman, knowing that she still couldn't fully trust her.
After all, to anyone, she just seemed like a green - horned girl.
If even those famous doctors and professors couldn't cure the disease, how could she?
"Since I'm in charge of treating your father, I will surely cure him."