Zhou Congwen accompanied his boss back to the imperial capital. Deng Ming brought several professors and the dean of 912 and the vice presidents at the airport to greet him.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work." Deng Ming smiled and supported the boss.

Mr. Huang waved his hand and signaled not to use it. He bowed his hands and walked forward, "Not tired."

"hehe."

"You Zhou Congwen did a lot of things." Mr. Huang said again.

Deng Ming glanced at Zhou Congwen.

"Director Deng, the boss is in good health." Zhou Congwen said.

After a few simple words, Zhou Congwen stopped talking. The relationship between him and Deng Ming was a little bit complicated, but he saw through it and didn’t say it out loud. Many things are like this.

After leaving the airport, a car parked next to Deng Ming's car.

Deng Ming frowned, "Boss, this seems to be Director Miao's car."

As he was talking, Director Miao walked out of the car.

"Old Huang, Professor Zhou, congratulations." Director Miao said as he got out of the car and walked towards Old Huang.

But his steps were a little sloppy, his hands were constantly trembling, and he was trembling unconsciously.

Mr. Huang was a little surprised. He looked at Director Miao repeatedly and reached out to be with Director Miao's hand.

When shaking hands, Mr. Huang's right thumb fell on Director Miao's radial artery.

"Old Huang, I just heard that you and Professor Zhou have returned triumphantly. You will have a lot of things tomorrow, so I rushed to the airport to pick you up. You are one successor, and I will be happy for you." Director Miao said respectfully and politely.

"How long has it been?" Old Huang asked in a daze.

"Old," Director Miao sighed, "Old Huang, I really envy you."

He did not answer Mr. Huang’s question, but sighed deeply and said with a complicated expression, “In the past, when we were drinking together, we always said that your daily routine and diet were like an ascetic. But you see, I was only over fifty, so that’s it.”

"How long has it been?" Mr. Huang looked at Director Miao's eyes and asked the same sentence again.

"In less than a month," Director Miao sighed, "If you don't talk about me, I'm useless. Mr. Huang, I know that you will definitely be fine. Professor Zhou, you are so lucky!"

Director Miao said with emotion.

"Have you checked it?" The conversation between Mr. Huang and Director Miao was very strange.

What Huang Lao cares about is Director Miao’s symptoms, but Director Miao is congratulating Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen for winning the world’s number one.

What the two people said was not right.

"Old Huang, I'm fine, I'm just getting old." Director Miao said sadly.

"What a joke." Huang Lao let go of Director Miao's hand and said disdainfully, "I'm eighty, and I'm still one year old. I'm not as good as you. Do you tell me you're old?"

"Old Huang, I don't have the health of your life." Director Miao spoke, "I want to go back now, but it's too late."

He said, a little sad.

"How to diagnose it?" asked Huang Lao.

“Parkinson.”

"Where is the movie, let's take a look." Mr. Huang frowned.

If it was Parkinson's, it would be difficult to cure.

"Old Huang, I won't talk about me today." Director Miao avoided Mr Huang's problem.

It is a situation that many patients have, and Zhou Congwen knows very well what Director Miao thinks about Parkinson's disease.

It must have been a diagnosis given by the masters of the Imperial Capital Neurology Department.

This disease is not cured and it is useless to say more, so Director Miao kept evading the questioning of his boss.

Is it really Parkinson? Zhou Congwen looked at Director Miao carefully, and his eyes were the same as his own boss.

Director Miao was slow to move, his muscles were stiff, and his hands were shaking unstoppable.

Although Director Miao's hand tremor was not very serious, Zhou Congwen, who was undergoing microsurgery, looked at it very clearly in his eyes.

Just looking at his symptoms, Parkinson is undoubtedly.

"What are you doing? " Mr. Huang turned his hand and did not get into Deng Ming's car, but directly got into Director Miao's car.

"Old Huang, I have done all the examinations." Director Miao felt a little embarrassed. He came to greet Mr. Huang today not to look for Mr. Huang for treatment, but simply congratulations to Mr. Huang as a cardiothoracic surgeon expert and congratulations to Zhou Congwen.

This opportunity should be the last time. Director Miao knew very well. What was waiting for him was to find a beautiful place to retire and retire. The climate in the imperial capital was not very friendly to the elderly, and the smog was getting heavier. Director Miao had already planned his retreat.

But Mr. Huang kept asking questions, and Director Miao could only answer honestly.

"Where is the report?" asked Mr. Huang.

“In my office.”

"Go directly to your place and don't rush to go home." Huang Lao said.

"Old Huang, I...ah." Director Miao sighed deeply, "I just regret it. It would be great if I had quit smoking and drinking like you in the morning. Movies or something, just do you think you can't watch it."

Although Mr. Huang still smokes and drinks, the amount is very small, which is just a satisfying experience. It cannot be said that Director Miao has any questions about the statement.

"How to remind the movie."

"T2WI shows multiple lacunar cerebral infarction of the radiocoron on both sides, indicating white matter degeneration on the posterior ventricle corner of the right ventricle, and no abnormality was found in magnetic resonance angiovascular imaging." Director Miao said, "I still don't believe it when I diagnosed Parkinson, so I did another EEG."

"EEG suggests that there are widespread mild and localized abnormalities, which are manifested as slowing waves. The medium to high amplitude of 3.0-5.0c/S slow waves or short-long-range rhythmic parachronous in the left side are abnormal; the EEG topographic map is abnormal, which is manifested as the increase in the frequency bands of each brain region on the left side and the increase in the frequency bands of the frontal region on the left side."

"It sounds quite like Parkinson's." Old Huang said, like a stone hitting Director Miao's heart.

"But at your age, don't you think Parkinson is too early."

"Oh, there are always exceptions in everything." Director Miao said in frustration, "I'll take a look at your old man. I'll be preparing to apply for retirement in a while."

"Look at my hands tremble." Director Miao stretched out his hand, his hands trembled slightly in the air, looking a little rhythmic.

"Old Huang, I can't get the knife anymore." Director Miao said, with a crying voice in his words, tears in his eyes, and sadness was inexplicably felt.

For surgeons who have had surgery for life, surgery has become a part of the body.

But because Parkinson could no longer go to the operating table, this was undoubtedly a torture.

Director Miao has been deprived of his qualifications to do surgery after being deprived of his life.

"Actually, you shouldn't be at your age." Old Huang shook his head, "Go and take a look before talking."

Director Miao did not stop Huang Lao's stubbornness, which was the old man's kindness.

Even if the wound is torn apart and it hurts a little, I have to endure it.

"Lady Huang, did you win the world's number one with interventional surgery this year?" Director Miao changed the topic from himself.

"What you said is like a joke." Huang Lao said.
Chapter completed!