"Human life." Huang Lao was unwilling to see the examinations and did not want to read test sheets and various films. He put them aside and said leisurely.

"God is destined? No, boss, I think all you think in your mind is like man conquering heaven." Zhou Congwen smiled.

"How many people conquer nature." Huang Lao said, "Many times, it may be true of fate."

Zhou Congwen's heart moved, "Boss, can you tell me?"

"For example, in 1951, I was undergoing surgery and heard the sound of planes calling on my head."

Zhou Congwen did not agree with the boss's description.

On the head, the plane cries; beside the ears, bullets whizz.

Zhou Congwen brought himself in, thinking that if he had changed himself, he would have to be scared on the spot.

But the boss was still undergoing surgery at that time.

"When I heard the whizzing sound of the bullet, I subconsciously leaned forward. The idea at that time was that maybe the bullet could slow down through my body and would not hit the wounded on the operating table."

"Boss, do you really think so? Could it be a tactical action?" Zhou Congwen smiled.

Mr. Huang glanced at Zhou Congwen and let out a sigh, "But the bullet just wiped my arm and flew over. I'm fine, but the wounded were gone."

"The blood burst out high and splashed onto the face, hot." Huang Lao said word by word.

Zhou Congwen was silent.

"Actually, I know that even after the operation, he may not be able to survive, but there is still a glimmer of life." Mr. Huang sighed, "The antibiotics he used at the beginning were all faked by those profiteers. It was useless at all. There were many allergies, and many of them were mixed with glucose, which soon expired, killing the individual."

"Until Mr. Huo secretly transported antibiotics?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Yeah." Huang Lao said, "There are some other channels. When it comes to antibiotics, when it comes to looking back, how many people are doing well. If there are antibiotics, nothing will happen. What a pity, what a pity."

It’s a pity that my boss said a few words in a row. Zhou Congwen asked, “I don’t know much about these things, so why don’t you continue?”

"For example, when I was in the countryside, there was a little girl with athlete's foot." Huang Lao recalled, "I told her many times not to pick her feet, and she knew it. But one day, her family suddenly found me and said that she had a fever for more than four days and could not get up. I rushed over and lifted the soles of her feet, and saw that it was green."

"Redun?" Zhou Congwen frowned.

"Yes." Mr. Huang didn't continue to say it. Zhou Congwen knew very well that in that era of lack of medical treatment, it is likely that the end of bacteremia would end up with bacteremia.

Because they knew, neither Zhou Congwen nor Huang Lao continued to talk.

Bacteremia is not easy to cure now, it can be said to be a life-threatening death, not to mention the era that the boss mentioned.

"But I always remember this incident. A few years ago...three years ago, the Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Capital Medical University invited me to a consultation." Mr. Huang changed the topic and said nothing about those unhappy things.

"There is a young man from the countryside who has a festering body and almost no good skin on his body."

"Their dermatology director is also stubborn and curious. He may think that a young man is so inexplicably 'rotted' and is too pitiful, so he applied for funding from the hospital."

"Roar..." Zhou Congwen pondered, "Is it fungus?"

"Doing pathology and bacterial culture, the skin and wound rewards are all indicated by fungal infection." Huang Lao said, looking at Zhou Congwen with his head tilted, waiting for his answer.

Zhou Congwen nodded, but then became confused again.

The Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Capital Medical University is a well-known large public hospital, and it has now begun to be called a Grade A hospital.

If it is a fungal infection, how could it be so difficult that the boss asked for consultation?

"I started to use itraconazole for treatment, but the effect was not good. Their director went to the pathology department and laboratory department to see the dandruff under the microscope, and repeatedly looked at it, and it was fungi no matter how you look at it."

"Try changing the dressing." Zhou Congwen said.

"Well, I can only try changing the medicine." Old Huang looked at Zhou Congwen, "But after changing to the new drug terbinafine from the 1990s, it still has no effect."

Zhou Congwen frowned. He was really stumped by the boss's questions.

A patient with ulceration all over the body is a fungal infection no matter how he checks. Why is it useless if he even gets terbinafine?

"The whole body is ulcerated, and the patient will start to develop dehydration and infection." Huang Lao said, "But at this time, the pathogenic bacteria were finally cultivated. Looking under the mirror, no one knew the entire medical circle of the imperial capital, so I asked me to take a look."

Zhou Congwen smiled and said, "Boss, you must be here."

"It doesn't make sense if I don't have mine," said Huang Laoyouyou. "Some people say it is the mutant flora of the normal flora on the skin, and some people say it is the mutant flora of Trichophyton red, a kind of tinea pedis."

"It shouldn't be." Zhou Congwen shook his head, he was also an expert in this regard.

If the entire imperial capital had no answer, it would probably be these two very common bacteria.

"Zhou Congwen, guess what it is." Huang Lao asked.

Zhou Congwen particularly understood Shen Lang's mood.

It turned out that I learned Shen Lang's behavior from my boss when I was taking the exam.

"Boss, I don't know." Zhou Congwen said honestly.

"There are dog peeing mosses in the mirror. Do you still need to see this thing? It must be mucor."

"..." Zhou Congwen was stunned.

"There are too few such patients in the city. We must know each other by the old guys who went to the countryside back then." Huang Lao said, "I changed to cheap amphotericin B and it will be immediate. Patients will get better in about a week."

"Boss, it's amazing!" Zhou Congwen gave a thumbs up.

He was not flattering his boss, but he was really thinking that way in his heart.

After being treated in a top-level public hospital in China for more than a month, it has not recovered. It is getting worse and worse. The patients who are just about to fail are helpless. Everyone is helpless. After the boss goes there, he will know what it is...

Zhou Congwen was also very convinced of this awesomeness.

But he directly blocked his boss' description of mucor - something like dog urine moss.

One is a macro perspective and the other is a micro perspective. Can that be the same?

"Its source is a custom in the countryside. After being injured and bleeding, you can touch a handful of mud in the wall and directly pierce the wound to death."

"Momer caused by foreign objects!" Zhou Congwen said.

"Well, that's about it. I guess you haven't seen a few cases. Remember to see mold like dog urine moss under the mirror and you will know what it is." Huang Lao said.
Chapter completed!