"I also know something is wrong. Maybe the few nail households left in the final targeted poverty alleviation were very scratching their heads." Wu Zhongtai sighed.

"It has nothing to do with targeted poverty alleviation. Where did Uncle Wang eat at noon?" Wu Mian put the chopsticks on the bowl, straightening his body, and his body became straight, like a sharp sword unsheathed.

"how?"

"Uncle Wang is the kind of person with strong self-control. According to your father, you have no special pressure recently... Besides, so many things didn't crush Uncle Wang back then, and now he's almost retired, what can I do?"

"He has no mental illness, and his temperament is mutation. Considering that he has an acute disease, it may be very serious."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wu Zhongtai was really unhappy this time.

"It's not nonsense." Wu Mian was very serious and stood up, "Dad, let's go to Uncle Wang's house."

Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment, "Let's talk about it after finishing the meal first."

"Mom, it doesn't matter if the food is cold. If you go late, Uncle Wang may be cold." Wu Mian said.

“…”

Wu Zhongtai and Zhang Lan looked at each other. Although they did not agree with their son saying that Lao Wang was sick, the word "cold" was quite sharp and real in a certain context.

Go and have a look, if you come back and eat again, it won’t delay anything; what if there is something wrong.

If both of them come and come are two major comfort words for the Chinese people, and they are all useless.

Wu Zhongtai was just so simple that it would not take much time to go and take a look. He put on his shoes and went out with Wu Mian.

The Wu family and the Wang family are not far away, and they are less than ten minutes away. Along the way, Wu Mian asked about Wang Zhijian’s recent situation and gained a preliminary understanding.

Wang Zhijian has not changed anything these days, except for the team meeting in the afternoon.

Wu Zhongtai did not think it was a job, and of course he also denied the possibility that the working group would come down to investigate Wang Zhijian based on his character. Besides, he did not hear the news, and if there was something wrong, he would definitely not be able to hide it from him.

Hypoglycemia, pulmonary encephalopathy, hepatic encephalopathy, drug poisoning, acute stroke, carotid artery dissection, carbon monoxide poisoning, lupus encephalopathy, the names of these diseases echo in Wu Mian's mind.

Each is one of the differential diagnosis, and each may be a fatal disease.

It is not difficult for Wu Mian to think of every differential diagnosis and find the real reason. The difficulty is that every time I think of a disease, countless information will flood into my mind.

In the number of pages of internal medicine, the subtle differences in each page, the specific patients with similar conditions, and related medical records reported in overseas and domestic literature... Although he had already forged his nerves as hard as steel, he could not eliminate the impact of information from the root. When he thought about this, his temple began to collapse and jump up.

Many diseases may lead to sudden emotional changes. Wu Mian could not make the final judgment when he didn't see Wang Zhijian. He just asked about various details to make differential diagnosis while thinking about which disease is more likely.

The sudden change in temperament is caused by superstitious statements in Bajingzi Township, but Wu Mian naturally doesn't believe it. For him, all of these can be explained clearly by science.

Soon, the father and son came downstairs of the Wang family, and a familiar figure was ringing the doorbell.

Wu Mian's eyes penetrated her sunglasses, and when she saw her back, she shook her head and smiled bitterly.

It was Wei Dabao, the master who met in the Chinese Medicine Hospital early in the morning.

"Wei Dabao, what are you doing?" Wu Mian asked from afar.

Wei Dabao was stunned for a moment. He felt his voice was cold and familiar. Looking back, it turned out to be Wu Mian. The expression on his face was complicated. He was a little joyful, a little embarrassed, and a little confused.

"Who?" A woman's voice came from the doorbell.

Wei Dabao didn't say anything, turned around and ran to Wu Mian, his waist bent unconsciously.

"Secretary Wu, why are you... you are here?" Wei Dabao's face was full of smiles, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"I'll take a look at Uncle Wang."

"Uncle Wang? Secretary Wang?" Wei Dabao was stunned for a moment, murmured, and then woke up and scolded himself in his heart.

Wu Mian is the child of Wu Township Chief’s family. I know this myself, why didn’t I remember this?

Wu Zhongtai glanced at Wei Dabao and said coldly, "Are you Dr. Wei from the Township Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital?"

"I am, I am." Wei Dabao felt a forceful aura pressing on his chest, as if it were the essence. The rough slug was like the wind blowing the dust and sand in the sky, and his cheeks were shattered to ache.

"Dad, how did you know?"

"I heard that the disciple of Lao Yushan Taoist Temple is feudal superstitious!" Wu Zhongtai said coldly without leaving any face for Wei Dabao. However, he didn't have the same person as Wei Dabao in his eyes, and he might not want to communicate even if he knew.

He strode to the door and rang the doorbell again.

"Whose naughty child is fun to ring the doorbell?" The woman's voice came out, and she was quite impatient.

"Ranzi, I am your Uncle Wu." Wu Zhongtai said.

"Uncle Wu, why are you here?" the woman greeted and then opened the unit door.

Wu Zhongtai took the lead and strode upstairs.

Like the Wu family, the corridor here is narrow and cramped. Wu Zhongtai walked in front, and his broad shoulders seemed to occupy all the space, and even the lights were dimmed a little.

"Uncle Wu, you are here." A young woman in her twenties greeted the door with a child in her arms.

"Well, let's see your dad." Wu Zhongtai walked in.

When Wu Mian saw the young woman, she smiled and said, "Wang Ran, long time no see, you are all mother."

"Wu...Wu Mian?!"

When Wu Zhongtai entered the house, the young woman saw Wu Mian wearing sunglasses and khaki windbreaker behind her.

In an instant, the dim lights in the corridor became brighter, and the whole world was filled with birds singing and flowers.

"I came back yesterday, I'll visit Uncle Wang today. I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay?"

"Get out! Get out all the bad!" A voice came from the inner room, followed by a bunch of filthy words with mosaics and garbled characters.

Wang Ran was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head embarrassedly, hugged the child in her arms, and said with a bitter face, "Sorry, my father has a bad temper these days. I thought he missed his grandson, so he came back with the child..."

"What are you sobbing!" Wu Zhongtai retorted boldly, "Come out and tell me what's going on. Show me anger. Do you believe it or not and press your head in the toilet as a toilet to snatch?"

The two old people have been in a decades of friendship, and they are not at team meetings, so they naturally don’t have to be subtle when speaking.

"Dad, let's say a little bit, how old are you still quarreling." Wu Mian said, "I'll go see Uncle Wang."

Generally speaking, most of the behaviors that are nonsense, weird, and different from before are caused by hepatic encephalopathy.

This is a high probability judgment, and some of them are precursors of Alzheimer's disease. In the emperor, there was an elderly professor named Dexun who was suddenly sent to the Public Security Bureau one day and said that he was teasing the girl on the bus.

The diagnosis was Alzheimer's disease...
Chapter completed!