"Dongdongdongdongdong~" a knock on the door sounded.

Zhou Congwen took a look at the time. It was probably Wang Xueteng who came. He put on a mask and said in a muffled voice, "Please come in."

Wang Xueteng pushed the door and came in.

She was stunned when she saw Zhou Congwen wearing a 3m mask. If she was fine, no one would wear a mask.

It’s a bit strange that Zhou Congwen doesn’t wear quarantine clothes but wears such an expensive mask.

"Manager Wang, thank you for your hard work." Zhou Congwen looked up and down at Wang Xueteng and said gently.

"It's not hard, it's just a small matter." Wang Xueteng coughed while saying, his voice weak and powerless.

"The door doesn't need to be closed." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and picked up the landline.

"Yiming, come to my office."

"Professor Zhou..." Wang Xueteng was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhou Congwen in surprise.

"Your situation is not right. Have you taken your temperature?" Zhou Congwen took off his mask and looked at Wang Xueteng seriously.

"No, I guess it's only about 38 degrees. I've been busy in the warehouse these days..." Wang Xueteng said, interrupted by a violent cough.

Zhou Congwen looked at her face, her neck was red, and her conjunctiva was faintly bloodshot, and she knew that something was wrong.

But he was not in a hurry, either, it was not allergic shock or hemorrhagic shock. It was not serious injury, and it was not so easy to die, so he was not in a hurry.

After all, Wang Xueteng is a manufacturer and is still a beauty. Zhou Congwen doesn't want to be taken by others because of this.

It’s not good to say at that time. If someone deliberately wants to harm himself and write a short composition, it’s a bad idea for the boss to come forward and talk.

Soon Peng Yiming rushed over.

"Yiming, this is Manager Wang, please know him." Zhou Congwen said, "See Manager Wang for physical examination."

"Okay." Peng Yiming said professionally.

"Professor Zhou, I just caught a cold, don't be so troublesome." Wang Xueteng was startled and explained embarrassedly.

"Not necessarily." Zhou Congwen said, "Manager Wang, you suddenly got a fever."

“…”

Wang Xueteng had long forgotten this matter and had been busy watching the masks these days. Even if he died, he had to finish what Zhou Congwen told him before he could die.

“Conjunctiva congestion.”

"The face and neck flushed. A swollen lymph node was found on the neck, about 2×3cm in size."

“Breast flush.”

"There are wet rales at the auscultation of both lungs."

"The body temperature is estimated to be 40 degrees Celsius."

"..." Wang Xueteng was stunned.

40 degrees?!How is it possible.

Another series of coughs interrupted Wang Xueteng's thinking.

"Don't you know how high your body temperature is?" Peng Yiming asked when he saw Wang Xueteng's strange expression.

"She's in a daze." Zhou Congwen frowned, "Lying on the bed, I'll look at the bag on my stomach."

"Bao?" Peng Yiming didn't know what was going on.

"I thought it was a boil or a carbuncle before, but it didn't look like her." Zhou Congwen said, "It's more serious than I thought."

Peng Yiming helped Wang Xueteng lie down, bent his knees and curled up, revealing his belly.

"This girl is so naive. Professor Zhou, you asked me to come because you were afraid of misunderstandings." Peng Yiming asked with a smile.

"Be serious." Zhou Congwen said, "If I'm right, she may have to go to ICU to continue treatment."

"As for it, it's just a fever." Peng Yiming felt that Zhou Congwen was a little bit of a big deal.

Zhou Congwen shook his head, "It may be much more serious than what I see."

He walked to the bed, looked at the lump that Wang Xueteng said, and his eyebrows were even tighter.

"I'm fine." Wang Xueteng said weakly.

After lying down, Wang Xueteng's whole body seemed to fall apart. Every joint was so sour, and every muscle fiber released endless lactic acid.

"Professor Zhou, are there any problems?" Peng Yiming looked at the lump on Wang Xueteng's belly and was puzzled.

A lump is a "wine sting", and this thing will never cause a high fever.

Strange, why Professor Zhou was like facing a great enemy?

Zhou Congwen percussion, but the location was very far from the mass, and the liver and spleen areas of Wang Xueteng were investigated.

The liver and spleen amplification was more certain. Zhou Congwen was more sure.

"I'll go out, you unbutton her bra straps and check her armpits and rfs." Zhou Congwen said cautiously.

"ah?"

"Does eschar know what it looks like?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Peng Yiming nodded and signaled that he knew.

Although she had never seen the eschar caused by real disease, as the name suggests, she could always imagine it.

Zhou Congwen turned around and ran away, and Peng Yiming hurriedly called him, "Professor Zhou, what disease do you suspect?"

"Scrub typhus." Zhou Congwen said, "When women say they have eschars, they should have eschars in their armpits and rfs. You can take a look. If not, take off their pants and look at their lower body. I will push the flat car, and if I make sure there is one, take her for a checkup, and then go directly to the hospital."

Peng Yiming was stunned for a moment, and saw Zhou Congwen strode out, and Shen Lang trotted in in front of him, and almost ran into him.

Zhou Congwen pushed his shoulder, frightened Shen Lang and hurriedly dodged.

"Congwen, why did you come out?" Shen Lang looked inside and looked at it.

"It's not convenient for us to check the body." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice, "Go to push the flat car."

"What's wrong with Manager Wang?"

"Following her condition, I highly suspect scrub typhus." Zhou Congwen said.

"What disease?" Shen Lang didn't hear that the knowledge learned in books has not been useful for too long.

"Don't rush to explain, wait for the diagnosis." Zhou Congwen hurriedly strode to push the cart.

Shen Lang rarely saw Zhou Congwen so urgently, so he hurriedly followed Zhou Congwen to help.

When the two pushed the flat car back, Peng Yiming had already opened the door.

"Professor Zhou, there are two eschars near the left breast, about 2×2cm in size." Peng Yiming and Zhou Congwen were shocked when they reported. She didn't expect that Zhou Congwen would predict in advance that there was eschars near Manager Wang RF as if he had perspective eyes.

"Pick it up into the car and go for an inspection." Zhou Congwen said.

"Professor Zhou, I'm fine, it's really fine." Wang Xueteng still wanted to struggle.

"You're not okay, you're a big deal." Zhou Congwen said coldly, "No matter how you come, do a check-up first. Are you in medical insurance card?"

Wang Xueteng shook his head blankly.

"It's okay." Zhou Congwen pushed the flat car and took Wang Xueteng for B-ultrasound and CT.

The objective inspection results scared Shen Lang and Peng Yiming.

The liver and spleen are diffusely enlarged; myocarditis; pneumonia with pulmonary edema; acute nephritis, acute renal failure is suspected...

Zhou Congwen even added a diagnosis of shock when he was hospitalized.

Taking Zhou Congwen's bank card, Shen Lang went to the hospitalization procedures.

Before leaving, Zhou Congwen specifically told him to directly pay 200,000 yuan. This disease requires money to be used to make money, and the money is too small.
Chapter completed!