Director Zhang quickly arranged for Abbot Mingtong to undergo spinal cord puncture examination.

After the examination results came out, it was confirmed that Abbot Mingtong was indeed acute myeloid leukemia.

Abbot Mingtong was immediately arranged to be admitted to the Oncology Department of the Inpatient Department of the Second Provincial Hospital. Moreover, Director Zhang, who was receiving the treatment, was his attending doctor.

This incident made Director Zhang feel good about the fortune teller named Xiao, thinking that if he had the chance, he would like to see who he was. It would be amazing to be able to use fortune telling to see a doctor.

When Abbot Mingtong learned that his disease was indeed diagnosed with leukemia, he was a monk who was not afraid, but was very moved. It turned out that there were really living gods in this world who could see the opportunity and predict things like gods. So he asked Director Sun to help him go to the public telephone booth outside to call Xiao Ying to report and express his gratitude.

Director Sun came to the telephone booth outside and dialed Xiao Ying's phone number. It was a woman who answered the phone. The voice was very noisy. Someone called beer and order food. A middle-aged woman said in a voice: "Hey, who are you looking for?"

Director Sun doubted whether he had called the wrong one, but he immediately remembered that he had not seen an office phone call on the table before when he went to Xiao Ying's company. Perhaps the phone was from the hotel next door. Director Sun quickly said, "Hello, I am Xiao Ying's friend. Please ask him to answer the phone, thank you!"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll call Mr. Xiao immediately."

Although the middle-aged woman deliberately imitated the voice of the company operator, when she put the microphone on the table and called someone, the noise of shouting and joking around her was clearly heard from the microphone, and she knew it was a public phone.

Director Sun couldn't help but sigh in his heart that a capable person like Xiao Ying could only use the public telephone next door as an office telephone. However, Xiao Ying was kind-hearted and refused to use his skills to make money. He also had to donate a large amount of money to build Buddha statues to the temple. Of course, it was impossible to make a fortune.

However, if a person like this has done good deeds, the Bodhisattva will definitely bless him and will definitely be extremely brilliant in the future. Director Sun firmly believes in this.

Soon, Xiao Ying's voice came from the phone. Director Sun quickly told him the confirmed diagnosis here and repeatedly expressed his gratitude. Xiao Ying was very pleased, but said that he had customers here, so he didn't talk much. He asked him to take good care of the abbot and hung up the phone.

The guests Xiao Ying is now receiving are Wang Qinglin who left without having fun that day. He came with Wang Qinglin, and another old man, who is sitting in Xiao Ying's simple consulting company waiting for him.

As soon as they arrived, they had no time to introduce Aunt Tian, ​​so they came to tell him that there was a phone call. After answering the phone, Xiao Ying returned to the room and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, you two, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Did Lao Wang drink the remaining wine today?"

Wang Qinglin smiled and pointed to the old man next to him and said, "This old boy will never drink any wine in his life, and the one he doesn't like most is me drinking, so we can only drink another day, so as not to stand beside him, his nose is not a nose, his face is not a face."

The old man seemed to have not heard Wang Qinglin's words, but just looked at the simple scene in the house, looked at the bustling people in the square outside, and shook his head and said, "This place is so messy? How can you treat people?"

Wang Qinglin patted his shoulder and said, "You are worrying about the ancients when you see the Three Kingdoms crying. My son-in-law said that you only want to start a famous family and open a company, but you don't really want you to participate in the company's business. You, a famous doctor, don't you have the money to hire you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ying guessed a few points: "Is this one..."

"Well, he is Luo Qingsong, the nominal shareholder of your company."

The company that Jin Laifu runs for Xiao Ying, including personal medical institutions, must be the chief physician or above to obtain the approval documents according to the national policy at that time. The chief physician of his company at that time was Luo Qingsong, who was a retired famous doctor at the Second Provincial Hospital.

Xiao Ying felt a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "It turns out it's Dr. Luo, I'm so respectful. Look at me, I'm not even enough for a stool..."

Luo Qingsong waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, let's stand and talk and leave."

He pointed to Wang Qinglin and said, "I heard from him that the person in charge of the medical institution where I had my name was very young, but he was very capable. He was a fortune teller who was very accurate in calculating. I was curious, so I followed and saw what the company I had named was like."

Xiao Ying said embarrassedly: "The company has just opened and everything is just starting, so it's a little bit simple."

Luo Qingsong said: "Medical institutions and drug stores need a lot of money, and it doesn't matter if they can't get it done for the time being. Take your time. But I heard that you are already in the business of disease consultation. Can you tell us how you consult people? Is it pure condition consultation?"

This question is really hard to answer. If it is a customer who comes to seek medical treatment, Xiao Ying will definitely pretend to be a master and tell the other party that he is fortune telling to figure out how to treat the disease. However, to this famous doctor, he is afraid that this is counterproductive.

Before he could think of how to answer, Wang Qinglin, who was beside him, had already said to him: "I am a half immortal, isn't it written on the sign? The fortune teller was very accurate. At first, I didn't believe it, but now I believe it completely."

"Banxian? So, your disease consultation business is to use fortune telling to treat people?"

When Xiao Ying heard that he had already spoken out, he had to nod his head embarrassedly.

Luo Qingsong looked a little strange, nodded and said to Xiao Ying: "Can you calculate for me?"

"Can."

"You just calculate for me that the first time I was treated by someone after I became a doctor, what disease did that person get? - I can remind you that it was a difficult disease, and I later cured it. That was the first time I treated someone after I became a doctor."

Xiao Ying said: "What hospital is the patient Dr. Luo in?"

"Qingliu County Hospital."

Xiao Ying deliberately stretched out his finger and kept pinching it, as if he was telling fortunes. At the same time, he was searching the national hospital medical record database in his mind. Using Luo Qingsong and Qingliu County Hospital as search keywords and time-based, he searched for the earliest medical record written by Luo Qingsong, and he quickly found it.

Xiao Ying browsed it quickly, and it was exactly what Luo Qingqingsong said. He smiled and said, "This is really a strange disease. I said it is strange because it is an endemic disease. Doctors in the epidemic areas generally do not recognize this disease. Moreover, this disease is almost extinct now, so many doctors do not know it. But it was still very common at that time, especially in areas with high incidence of this disease."

Luo Qingsong nodded frequently when he heard this: "You are right, but can you figure out what the specific disease is?"

"Black fever!" Xiao Ying said slowly, "It is an endemic parasitic disease caused by Dunovan Leishmania. This disease was very rampant before liberation. After liberation, with the joint efforts of medical staff, this disease was basically eliminated across the country. The first time you treated people was in 1952. The patient you treated was a three-year-old boy named Zhang Jianguo. The condition was very serious at that time, and many doctors could not cure it. You checked a lot of information and found the most suitable treatment plan, and finally took his life back from the God of Death."

The National Medical Records Database in Xiao Ying's memory contains all medical records from all hospitals nationwide since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Xiao Ying searched the child's relevant medical records and found multiple previous medical records. He knew that the child was not cured after many doctors' diagnosis and treatment. Finally, he recorded the cure and discharge from the hospital in Luo Qingsong's medical record.

Luo Qingsong was stunned and looked at Xiao Ying.

He had never told anyone about this case, including Wang Qinglin, the good friend beside him, only he knew. Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him who had never met had accurately calculated this matter in just a moment, which made him so surprised that his eyes were about to fall out.

Seeing Luo Qingsong's stunned look, Wang Qinglin laughed, patted his shoulder and said, "Old guy, should you believe me this time? Xiao Xiao is a half-immortal."

Luo Qingsong looked up at the ceiling with his head raised and thought hard, but he couldn't figure it out. He shook his head: "I have to admit that you have calculated accurately. The magical ability of yours is really unexplainable with the scientific knowledge I know now. However, since you have such magical abilities, I hope you can use them to help more patients in need."

"I will." Xiao Ying replied.
Chapter completed!