Du Changgong was sent to the emergency room, and after examination and cardiopulmonary resuscitation, he finally woke up. But to the headache of the doctors, they didn't actually check for the problem.

It's strange that it can't be checked with advanced instruments.

If Western medicine doesn't work, then please use a Chinese medicine doctor.

Everyone knew that Du Changgong and Fang Yu had a problem, so they went to invite Lao Li, the most qualified Chinese medicine doctor in the hospital.

Old Li De is highly respected, he sees all diseases, comes to the ward, looks, smells, listens, and cuts......

After checking it, Lao Li sighed and shook his head.

"Dr. Li, what's wrong?" asked the person on the side.

"Blame me for being incompetent, I can't find out the cause!" Lao Li shook his head, walked out of the ward, and muttered, "Strange, really strange." What's wrong?"

......

Half an hour later, Du Changgong woke up.

The nursing doctor told him what had happened after he had passed out.

Who knows, Du Changgong's eyes widened and he roared: "Impossible...... It can't be ......"

As soon as he finished yelling, he felt a pain in his chest again, his breathing was weak, and his mind was dizzy...... Seeing that he was about to faint, the doctor next to him advised: "It is important to rest, you can't be like this, otherwise...... Even if Fang Yu comes, he won't be able to save you!"

"I don't need him to save me!" Du Changgong said angrily.

The doctor shook his head helplessly.

That's when —

Du Changgong felt a sharp pain coming from his abdomen, like a knife twisting.

In an instant, I was sweating profusely in pain......

"Director Du, what's wrong with you?" the doctor who was taking care of him was also frightened.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

It hurt him so much that he rolled back and forth.

A cone-like pain lasted for about ten minutes before it gradually subsided.

At this moment, Du Changgong began to take it seriously.

He quickly got up and checked his body himself......

After all, Du Changgong is the director of Western medicine, and he is proficient in various pathologies, as well as etiological examinations.

Taking advantage of the pain, Du Changgong went back and forth in the hospital, drawing blood, testing, and using instruments to test his pulse, heart rate, and blood pressure......

Half a day later, the results showed that everything was normal.

Du Changgong thought about it and went to the dean's office.

When he told the dean about this, the dean was also surprised and said, "How is this possible?"

Du Changgong put the report on the table, and Wu Cunzhong looked at it one by one.

There really is nothing wrong with the report above.

"Dean, I suspect that Fang Yu's kid is stumbling behind his back...... This kind of person can't be kept!" Du Changgong now believes more and more that this is Fang Yu's secret troublemaker.

"Director Du, you're thinking too much. Although Fang Yu looked dissolute, he was still above board. Wu Cunzhong played a round road.

"Dean Wu, you were deceived by his appearance......

There is another reason why Du Changgong hates Fang Yu very much, that is, the last time he sent someone to beat Fang Yu, those gangsters couldn't beat people, but they were beaten, and they smashed Director Du's house in a fit of anger.

"I know who he is. Director Du, you better take care of yourself. Dean Wu pushed the report back.

This dead old man, just towards him?

The more Du Changgong thought about it, the more angry he became, he had worked hard in the hospital for so many years, but he didn't have such a good treatment, and a newcomer didn't come for a few days, and the limelight completely covered him.

This made him extremely unhappy.

Thinking of these, Du Changgong was inexplicably angry.

Syllable!

Slapped the table, took the report and left.

"Dean Wu, don't blame me for not reminding you!

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes darkened......

Suddenly, his brain went blank, and Du Changgong fainted again.

......

......

An hour later.

In the emergency room.

Du Changgong slowly opened his eyes.

There were people standing around...... Chief physicians from various departments, expert physicians. Even Xu Zhaopei, a surgical expert, and Fang Yu, the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine who had just taken office, were also on the scene.

Dean Wu stood on the edge of the bed, shaking his head and sighing.

Du Changgong was puzzled: "Dean, what do you mean?"

"You've been in a coma twice in a row, and you can't find the cause at this time...... But what is certain is that all the indicators of your body are becoming abnormal. Dean Wu said.

"How is that possible?!"

Next to it, on the advanced instrument, various numbers are displayed.

Du Changgong himself is also a doctor, so he can naturally understand it.

However......

After reading it, he came to a conclusion - the values are too chaotic to be traced.

Dr. Li, an old Chinese medicine doctor, said, "I have never seen him with this kind of disease...... It's too rare. ”

The doctors present also shook their heads: "I can't detect this disease." ”

"I can only continue to check ......"

......

Seeing everyone's shaking their heads and disappointed, Du Changgong was like being struck by lightning, and his good body became like this in a blink of an eye, which was difficult to accept no matter what.

Du Changgong's heart sank......

How so...... How so......

"If it continues like this, it will probably continue to deteriorate. Dean Wu Cunzhong said.

Du Changgong panicked.

Usually he watched others live in the pain of illness, and never thought that this day would also fall on him. What an irony.

"Dean, check it for me again...... Help me, help me ......" Du Changgong was completely panicked.

In Huada Hospital, Wu Cunzhong's medical skills are also obvious to all.

At the beginning, many expert doctors fell under his medical skills.

If even Wu Cunzhong can't check it out, then he has no way at all.

Sure enough—

Wu Cunzhong shook his head and sighed, "Director Du...... I really can't do anything! Li Lao has never seen anything so well-informed, let alone me. ”

Du Changgong sat down one by one.

At this time, Xu Zhaopei's afterglow glanced at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu leaned against the base of the wall, looking at the ceiling casually, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Xu Zhaopei knew that among the doctors present, he was the most likely to know what kind of disease it was.

Although there was a contradiction between the two of them, Xu Zhaopei didn't want to see death without help, so he said, "Fang Yu, do you know?"

The other doctors looked at him.

Fang Yu stood up straight and said lightly, "Director Du, this is sick...... I think it's better not to say it...... In case I say it, Director Du faints again!"

Xu Zhaopei was surprised: "Do you really know what kind of disease this is?"

Fang Yu shrugged, undeniable.

Hearing this, Du Changgong's eyes stared at Fang Yu like fire.

It seems that he would rather die than beg him.

"Alarmist, do you think I'm scared if you're like this?" Du Changgong snorted coldly.

Fang Yu said helplessly: "Are you provoking me?"

"No need to pretend, my body, I know better than anyone else!" Du Changgong still insisted that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Alas, I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin. That's just too accurate to put on you. Fang Yu took a step forward and said, "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing has a cloud: all diseases are born from anger. Anger hurts the liver, joy hurts the heart, sadness hurts the lungs, thoughts hurt the spleen, fear hurts the kidneys, and all diseases are born from anger. ”

"It means that all of your problems are caused by anger," Fang Yu said slowly...... "You don't have to stare at me so fiercely...... Let me ask you, have you been losing your appetite lately?"