Medical Center.

Beth and Jamie, the pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate, finally did not follow the footsteps of their support for other members of the group, and both survived.

It is also the only two survivors in this group.

Fate is really wonderful sometimes.

The MRI films taken every day can clearly see the tumor shrinking.

Adam predicted that in another 23 days, he would be able to undergo surgical removal of the tumor.

The four little girls took turns to take care of them, without mentioning the data.

As the fame grows bigger.

Some so-called upper class people no longer mind his identity as a resident doctor and began to take the initiative to seek medical treatment.

Adam was actually not happy with this.

Because these self-proclaimed upper class people want to find him for nothing.

Some even want to ask him to go to the clinic for treatment.

All were rejected by Adam without hesitation.

He became a doctor to cure diseases and save lives, but he did not become a private doctor for those so-called upper class people.

Besides, when he took off his white coat, no one in front of him was considered an upper class person.

After a few times, those who were educated to be decent would not dare to put on airs.

If there is something wrong, I will take the initiative to come and be hospitalized and then designate Adam as their doctor.

For such people who come to visit, Adam will depend on his condition.

And the best part is that he is a surgeon.

Not long after, few people were willing to take the knife.

If you really want to use a knife, it means that the condition is serious enough.

Otherwise, if it was a doctor, it would be a bit uncomfortable and would come to him for treatment.

VIP ward.

"Doctor Duncan, how about my wife?"

A middle-aged man in a suit looked at Adam nervously.

"Dr. Hibert."

A strange look flashed across Adam's eyes, but he still said seriously: "Your wife diagnosed herself with Staphylococcus infection, and then ordered antibiotics online..."

"Oh, God!"

Dr. Hibert shouted incredibly: "I said it, it's just a little pustule!"

"That's your point of view!"

Dr. Hibert's wife excitedly said: "After I took antibiotics, the small pustules were cured, which means my diagnosis was correct! You should believe me!"

"You are not a doctor!"

Dr. Hibert shouted: "You can't just read a few books and just diagnose yourself randomly, and if you're really that good, why are we in the hospital now?"

Then he looked at Adam: "Doctor Duncan, what disease does she have now?"

"Clostridium difficile was detected on her."

Adam explained: "Because of irregularly taking too many antibiotics, all the beneficial bacteria in Mrs. Hibert's body were basically killed, and we need to reintroduce the beneficial bacteria."

“What should I do?”

Mrs. Hibert looked at Adam nervously.

“Through the transplantation of excrement.”

Adam's profession said.

“Fat transplant?”

Mrs. Hibert was stunned: "I want to do fecal transplant?!"

Dr. Hibert covered his face directly.

"right."

Adam glanced at Dr. Hibert's familiar face, held back his laughter, and said very professionally.

“We are going to cultivate a test tube of bacteria on your nose and then transplant it into your stomach.

The donor's condition is that a person who can get in contact with the same bacteria as you every day is usually the other half of the couple."

“shit!”

Mrs. Hibert cursed directly.

"Don't talk about this!"

Dr. Hibert said angrily.

If there is no accident, he will ask him to pull the shit into the bowl and hand it to the doctor.

“This is the standard treatment process.”

Adam held his smile and comforted him: "Don't think too much, health is the most important thing! And you are already very lucky."

"Lucky?"

The Hiberts shouted in unison.

"Um."

Adam nodded: "Imagine if you don't have each other, Mrs. Hibert is single at the moment, and it's hard to do if you want to reintroduce beneficial bacteria.

Without beneficial bacteria, harmful bacteria will take the opportunity to expand, and people will be very susceptible to bacterial viruses, and will be low in immunity and weak and sickly.

Mrs. Hibert's current infection of Clostridium difficile may cause pseudomembranous enteritis, and if the disease is serious, it may even cause death."

Emmm.

This is simply the ultimate mockery of singles.

"It is possible that death may occur?"

Mrs. Hibert was extremely frightened.

Dr. Hibert also looked worried, then gritted his teeth and looked at his wife: "Agree, admit that it is a small pustule, you have overreacted..."

"Ses."

Mrs. Hibert begged.

"No!"

Dr. Hibert interrupted: "If you don't admit that it's a small pustule, and if you don't admit that you have a too much reaction, I won't defecate into the bowl!

I am the vice president of New York University!

I am about to rush to Pasadena to take charge of the top ten California Institute of Technology, which is ranked in the top ten in all meters!

If you don't admit your mistake!

I would never do such a shameful thing!

no way!!!

That's it, you're ready, come and find me."

As he said, Dr. Hibert, oh, the future President Hibert of California Institute of Technology, walked out of the ward angrily.

"Tell him that's just a little pustule."

George couldn't help but speak.

"No!"

Mrs. Hibert stretched out her finger and said excitedly: "That's definitely not a little pustule!"

Adam gave George a wink and signaled him to persuade Mrs. Hibert.

He walked out of the ward by himself and found Dr. Hibert.

"Dr. Hibert, don't fight your wife."

Adam advised: "This is a big deal about her health, so it's better to treat it early."

"Dr. Duncan, you don't know."

Dr. Hibert said angrily: “This is not the first time.

When she had a headache, she felt it was brain cancer.

There was a lump in her chest and her heartbeat was abnormal, so she felt it was a heart attack.
To be continued...