After taking a taxi, Ao Muyang rushed to the municipal hospital.

This is the best hospital in Hongyang City. It has been established for 100 years. It is a tertiary comprehensive hospital integrating medical care, teaching, scientific research, prevention, rehabilitation, and business and technical guidance.

The hospital has four hospitals in total, and Cheng Deming is hospitalized in the southern hospital. This makes Ao Muyang feel a little worried. The southern hospital is a key campus of the municipal hospital, and there are departments with serious and difficult diseases.

When he arrived at the hospital, Ao Muyang went to the medical guidance desk and said, a nurse guided him, and he went to the fourth floor.

Cheng Deming was in the ward. He looked inside from outside the door and saw him lying haggardly on the hospital bed, coughing twice from time to time. This was the only movement in the ward.

In his memory, although this young old man was in his fifties, he had a proper care. His face was rosy when he met last time, his silver hair was meticulously combed. He was dressed in Zhongshan and always looked energetic.

But now in his eyes, Cheng Deming has become a tortured old man.

Disease is really terrible. People can not seek wealth in their lives, but as long as they can be safe and healthy, it is better than anything else.

Before Ao Muyang entered, the nurse asked him to wear a mask and said, "Don't take it off. The patient's condition is still unclear. For your own health and the treatment effect, you should not stay in it for too long."

He pushed open the door and went in. Cheng Deming forced a smile when he saw him, saying, "Xiao Ao, why are you here? Because of this, you are so embarrassed to go there."

Ao Muyang put down the nutritional supplements and fruit baskets he bought on the road and said, "Brother Cheng, you're out of here, what's going on? You looked very good last time."

Cheng Deming sighed and said, "The world is impermanent. I don't know how to cough cough. I don't know what happened to me. Cough cough, the hospital cannot check it out. Alas, the world is impermanent."

As he said that, he shook his head, his mood was quite pessimistic.

Ao Muyang said: "Brother Cheng, if it is convenient to talk, tell me what's going on?"

Cheng Deming said listlessly: "There is no big problem, sore throat, cough, and low fever. These symptoms are the symptoms during this period, and the cause cannot be found."

Ao Muyang said in surprise: "This symptom is not serious. Can such a large hospital solve it?"

Cheng Deming sighed: "I thought the symptoms were simple at the beginning, so I checked in the community outpatient clinic. The outpatient clinic prescribed antibiotics and gave me an intravenous drip injection of antipyretics..."

After a pause, he coughed twice again, "I had a little drip at that time, and I quickly subsided. I felt that nothing was wrong and went home, but I got fever again that night. After a vein drip the next day, the fever quickly subsided. I still had fever again at night..."

Speaking of this, the more depressed his face became.

"I thought the situation was wrong at that time, so I went to the municipal hospital directly, but there was no problem with the examination. After doing chest X-ray and color ultrasound, I was just one whole body CT. The doctor gave me better antibiotics, but it was useless."

Cheng Deming is quite rich, and he can't play with antique collections even if he doesn't have money.

He attached great importance to physical care. This time, his inexplicable illness made him scared. He paid a lot of money to solve the problem and even asked the hospital to conduct a joint consultation in multiple departments.

All examinations were performed, and his body was fine, but his stomach and intestines were inflamed, but this was normal and had nothing to do with his symptoms.

In this way, his condition was not clear and he could not be cured. All the treatment methods that the hospital could think of were used, but the old man's condition did not improve at all, but became increasingly serious.

Now, he can't even get out of bed, so he can only lie on the bed and rest.

The most serious thing is that at first, the antipyretic drugs were useful to Cheng Deming, but now after using them for a while, the antipyretic drugs have gradually become ineffective, which makes him very frightened.

The old man looked at the garden outside the window, and it was bleak outside, just like his heart.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Xiao Ao, I, Cheng, may have coughed and couldn't get through this time. When I was young, I had the honor to meet a master Yixue. He coughed and he calculated it for me, saying that when I was sixty, I had a big hurdle, cough cough, cough cough, if I meet a noble person, I can spend my old age in peace, and I can't get through it, haha."

The smile was very bleak.

Ao Muyang felt sad, but he was not a doctor, and he was at a loss in the face of the disease.

Of course, there were golden drops in his golden elixir, but he didn't dare to use them randomly for the old man. Who knows what the old man is like? He didn't understand the efficacy of golden drops.

Besides, even if he wants to use it, he can't help it. He can't say, "You open your mouth and I'll let you drop something into your mouth." I guess it's hard to say whether Cheng Deming can be cured or discharged from the hospital. Anyway, he has to be hospitalized and go to a mental hospital.

Another way is that he secretly drips gold into a glass of water to give it to the old man, but the old man will be given a special care at this time. His diet and daily life are the responsibility of the doctor. Ao Muyang cannot give him water casually.

This inexplicable disease tortured the old man mentally exhausted. He forced himself torture and chatted with Ao Muyang for a while, but soon could not bear it.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang said goodbye and left, and he was only troublesome to stay here.

When he returned to the village, he encountered the school after school and was waiting for Lu Zhizi at the intersection.

First, a group of primary school students ran down happily, then Lu Zhizi and Ao Zhisheng and several teachers.

Seeing Ao Muyang, Lu Zhizi asked sensitively: "What's wrong? You're in a bad mood?"

Ao Muyang said: "Do you remember Cheng Deming? The collector and antique dealer you contacted at the beginning."

Lu Zhizi said: "Of course I remember that Mr. Cheng is an amazing collector."

Ao Muyang said sadly: "I only found out today that he had a strange disease and the municipal hospital did not take care of it."

As he said that, he couldn't help but shake his head, and his emotions became even heavier.

Lu Zhizi's heart sank and asked, "Mr. Cheng passed away?"

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's just that the situation is pretty bad."

"What's the situation?" Ao Zhisheng asked curiously.

Ao Muyang said: "Similar to a cold, cough, sore throat, and weakness all over. The most important thing is repeated fever. At first, the antipyretic medicine was useful, but later the effect became worse and worse..."

Speaking of this, he subconsciously shook his head again.

After hearing the symptoms he mentioned, Ao Zhisheng was stunned for a moment.

He asked hesitantly: "Is there any problem with this person's skin? There are also conjunctiva, ears, and are there any complications or other problems?"

Ao Muyang shook his head: "It probably isn't there, what's wrong with the teacher?"

Ao Zhisheng smacked his lips and said, "Or, Xiaoyang, you take me to see that patient. I have seen such cases before, and I think I may have some solutions."

It is a big deal to save people. Regardless of whether you have confidence or not, as long as you can help.

Ao Muyang said: "Okay, teacher, then I'll go to the boat, let's go to the municipal hospital overnight."
Chapter completed!