Professor Miyazaki glanced at several of his students, but all the students who were swept by his eyes bowed their heads in shame.

In the past, they thought that they were geniuses in the medical field, after all, they were the students of Asia's premier medical school, although they had not yet graduated, but they had already learned both Chinese and Western, and they were full of confidence.

However, at this time, they found that a small typhoid fever caused complications caused by a cold, they did not know how to treat!

Miyazaki Tatsuhiko knew that it was impossible to expect his students to be able to figure out what the cause was in an instant, and the theoretical level of these people was enough, but they were inexperienced, and at most they could only follow the book as they said.

Since there are complications, it is natural to look at the blood report.

However, the human body is so mysterious, how can this medical instrument now be able to spy on everything?

Therefore, the older the doctor, the more valuable he is, because he has seen more cases and knows that a disease is in different people, the symptoms are different, and the treatment methods are naturally different.

"Mr. Hojo, I would like to see Mr. Yoshio Hojo with my own eyes and observe the symptoms up close. Is it okay?" just by looking at the data report, it is estimated that there is no way to treat it, so Miyazaki Ryuhiko proposed to see the patient with his own eyes and ask about it.

Otherwise, looking at the information and seeing a doctor is like a blind man touching an elephant, and I am afraid it is unknown what it can look like.

"Of course, that's as it should be!" Hojo nodded, stood up, and turned towards a room.

Miyazaki Tatsuhiko and his party also stood up and followed.

"Knock knock!"

Tsukasa Hojo knocked on the door, then pushed open the door and said, "Father, how are you doing today?"

"Uncomfortable, headache, uncomfortable. Itchy. ”

Hojo Yoshio opened his eyes, his face was very weak, and his expression was very painful, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time. I want to scratch the itchy part of my body with my fingers, but I try my best to restrain it, otherwise, I will scratch it as soon as I scratch it, and the more I scratch it, the more itchy it becomes, I am afraid it will be more serious.

"Professor Miyazaki, come and see......" Tsukasa Hojo saw his old father looking so pitiful, and he couldn't bear it. Originally, when people are old and old, it is a sad thing, if you add a weird problem, can the family feel good when they see it?

Ryuhiko Miyazaki nodded, walked around to the bed, and observed Hojo Yoshio's appearance. This is an old man in his eighties, his hair has almost fallen out, his face is full of folds and age spots, and his face is bitter, his expression is indeed not very good.

Miyazaki asked, "Sir, what kind of pain do you feel about your headache? Is it a dull pain, or a needle prick pain, or a pain in one piece?"

Hojo Yoshio opened his eyes and knew that it was a doctor, so he pointed to the sides of his head cooperatively, and said, "On both sides of the temples, there is a sudden pain." It's very uncomfortable. ”

Ryuhiko Miyazaki immediately recorded it, and said, "What about your mouth, are you thirsty? When you wake up in the morning, do you feel bitter? Does the chest tightness feel like your bones hurt, or does it feel neuralgia? Does the itching itch all over your body, or is it just itching somewhere in your body?"

Miyazaki asked about the specific symptoms one by one, and then compared them with each other in the medical record book, and if there was a change in the condition, he re-recorded it.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and to be on the safe side, let's do another check on you. Miyazaki Ryuhiko was a little embarrassed to ask for Hojo Yoshio's opinion.

"Okay. As long as you can cure my problems. "Yoshio Hojo is very cooperative, and he is not at all a big frame as a former cabinet official.

But yes, as a patient, in front of the doctor, there is really no frame to put on the table, it is completely artificial, and I am a fish and meat posture.

There is only one thing, and that is to cure the disease!

"Takeshita-san, take out the diagnostic. Professor Miyazaki approached the bedside, took out some equipment that he had brought to assist in diagnosis, and examined Hojo Yoshio on physical contact, pressed and touched several parts of his body, and finally made detailed records in his notebook.

Ten minutes later, Miyazaki Ryuhiko communicated with a few students around him, and when he saw that there was no supplementary examination, he said to Hojo Yoshio: "Sir, you have a good rest." Let's go next door and talk about it. We will treat you as soon as possible. ”

"Okay, you guys go quickly. It's tickling me!" Hojo Yoshio had a headache and fever, he could still bear it, but his whole body was itchy and itchy, it was really worse than death.

After Miyazaki Ryuhiko and the others left, Hojo Yoshio looked extremely tired and painful, but at this time he also showed a trace of expectation, and said to his son, Hojo Shidao: "You go, treat these doctors for me! Let them find a way to cure me." ”

"Yes, Father!"

Tsukasa Hojo nodded slightly, then covered his father with a quilt and said, "Professor Miyazaki is the leading famous doctor in my empire. He has been a professor at the Faculty of Medicine at Tokyo University for many years, and he has not helped people see a doctor for a long time. My son, I finally invited him out of the mountain, and I will definitely cure your strange illness father!"

"I hope so. Hojo Yoshio nodded slightly, as if he didn't have any interest in knowing who Miyazaki Ryuhiko was, and then, the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching again, because his chest couldn't help but itch again, and he couldn't help but want to scratch it.

However, he could not grasp it, so he had to clasp his hands tightly together.

After a long time, the itching sensation subsided like a tide, and his hands slowly loosened, and he exhaled a long breath from his mouth.

It's so fucking uncomfortable, this kind of day is really not a human being!

"Father, rest well. I'm out......"

Seeing this, Tsukasa Hojo also looked unbearable.

Although he spared no effort to please the old man, he hoped that he could distribute as much property as possible to himself in his will. However, Yoshio Hojo is also his father. How can a son want to see his father suffer?

"You get out!"

As soon as Hojo Yoshio spoke, he picked up a book at the bedside, preparing to borrow a book to distract himself, which would make him feel better.

"Father, your glasses. Tsukasa Hojo handed over his reading glasses and exited the room.

......

On the other side, Ken Hojo's car.

"Dr. Yang, this is my father's medical records and test reports. Is his condition serious?" Ken Hojo respectfully stepped aside, handing over Yoshio Hojo's case and some examination reports.

Yang Yunfan turned the pages one by one, his face was very calm, and there was no change.

After reading it all, Yang Yunfan couldn't help but look at Hojo Ken strangely, and said, "Is that all these symptoms? It's easy to cure......"