The doctor was bored anyway, so he nodded, asked Abbot Mingtong's condition and history in detail, frowned and said, "Master, your disease may not be rheumatism, but it is like ankylosing spondylitis, and you may have to be hospitalized for treatment. Have you brought the money?"

Upon hearing this, Abbot Mingtong, Director Sun, and two young monks were shocked and looked at each other.

The most unlikely doctor who was asked by Xiao Ying was the doctor who asked him to do this. The diagnosis made by Xiao Ying was exactly the same as what Xiao Ying said, was ankylosing spondylitis!

Director Sun rolled his eyes and asked again: "What department should I stay in hospital? Should I stay in internal medicine? Or orthopedics?"

Yesterday, Xiao Ying said that Abbot Mingtong would be admitted to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and Director Sun deliberately talked about internal medicine and orthopedics.

The doctor said something that shocked them.——"Your disease is not rheumatism, but ankylosing spondylitis. There is a better way to treat this disease in traditional Chinese medicine. I suggest you stay in the Chinese medicine department. If you have enough money, I will go through the hospitalization procedures for you immediately."

It's exactly the same as what Xiao Ying said!

Director Sun and his friends were so surprised that their eyes were about to fall out. Their tongues stretched out. It took a long time to recover. Director Sun laughed and said, "Sorry, we didn't expect to be hospitalized, so we didn't bring any money. Thank you doctor."

The doctor leaned on the back of the chair and looked at them and said, "Look, you are very pitiful. It doesn't matter if you don't bring any money. I called the hospital department and asked them to take you into the Chinese medicine department first, and then come back to pay the hospitalization fee. You can't delay your illness, and the Chinese medicine doctor will definitely cure it. Don't worry."

"We'd better go back and discuss first, thank you!"

The little monk helped Abbot Mingtong and his men out of the doctor's clinic, came to the corridor, and looked at each other.

The young monk who had always thought Xiao Ying was lying was embarrassed to scratch his head and said to Abbot Mingtong: "Donor Xiao is right, he is really a master. Master, let's go and ask him for advice. Donor Xiao said earlier that this ankylosing spondylitis is also a misdiagnosis, and this treatment will delay the condition."

Director Sun nodded and said to Abbot Mingtong: "Yes, now it seems that Donor Xiao must be given guidance. Abbot will be able to be cured by this disease. We cannot hesitate."

Abbot Mingtong nodded and said, "Okay, go find Mr. Xiao and ask him for advice."

He helped Abbot Mingtong slowly go downstairs to the parking lot. After getting on the bus, he drove to the train station according to the address on Xiao Ying's business card. After parking the bus in the parking lot, he helped Abbot Mingtong to the entrance of a fortune-telling street. From a distance, he saw the sign "Global Difficulty Disease Medical Consulting Co., Ltd." hanging on the door of Xiao Ying from afar.

The name is very loud, but the company's storefront is a simple room with a table with peeling off paint. There are no customers. From a distance, you can see Xiao Ying wearing retro round sunglasses, wearing yesterday's moon-white double-breasted Tang suit, shaking a folding fan, holding a book, sitting on a chair to watch, which is quite like Mr. Guan's night reading of spring and autumn.

They came to the door, and Xiao Ying felt someone coming. He raised his eyes from the book and saw Abbot Mingtong and others. He quickly put down the book, stepped forward and said, "Master is here, please come in quickly."

Abbot Mingtong entered the house with the help of the little monk, sat down on the chair with difficulty, and said, "Donor Xiao is really an expert. What you said yesterday is verified today. If you don't ask for advice from such an expert, then I'm tired of living. So today I came to ask Donor Xiao to guide me on how to treat this disease?"

Xiao Ying sat on the creaking chair opposite him, shaking the folding fan and said, "Since the abbot trusts me, I will just say it. - The abbot is a monk who sees through life and death. Therefore, although many people are taboo about this disease, I decided to tell you directly, so as not to backfire and delay treatment."

Hearing this, Director Sun and several others changed their faces. Abbot Mingtong smiled and said, "If it weren't for such a serious illness, donor Xiao wouldn't have repeatedly told me yesterday that I must obey your instructions. Donor just say it, I am not a person who is greedy for life and fears death."

"The master's disease is acute myeloid leukemia, that is, blood cancer."

cancer?

When he heard this, several people were shocked. Even the abbot Mingtong's face changed slightly. Although he saw through life and death, he was still mentally unprepared for the terminal illness.

Xiao Ying said: "Currently, the cancer treatment in the Second Provincial Hospital is very good. You go immediately and ask the doctor to do a bone marrow puncture examination to confirm the diagnosis. They will treat it in a targeted manner. I will write it on paper to avoid making mistakes when I say it wrong. Remember, the doctor must do this examination to confirm."

After Xiao Ying took out the paper and pen and wrote it, he handed it to Director Sun, and told him: "Go quickly, this disease cannot be delayed."

The two young monks quickly helped Abbot Mingtong stand up. The abbot said, "Thank you, donor. If I can be saved by this disease, the donor will be the boss's life-saving benefactor."

"The abbot is so serious. Go quickly!"

Director Sun hesitated for a moment, and said to Xiao Ying with a smile: "Master Xiao, do you really not charge money for fortune telling?"

"Others will definitely accept it. I said it for free to the abbot. It can be considered a kind act that I devoted to the Buddha!"

Abbot Mingtong and a few others thanked Xiao Ying and drove to the outpatient clinic of the Oncology Department of the Provincial Second Hospital. The person who was treated was Deputy Director Zhang from the inpatient department of the Oncology Department. He changed shifts and took the clinic today.

When he saw a monk wearing a monk's robe coming in, he was slightly surprised and sat down and asked about his condition.

Director Sun took out the medical record book for Director Zhang to see. After Director Zhang finished reading it, he asked Abbot Mingtong’s condition and said, “There is some reason for the internal medicine department to diagnose it with ankylosing spondylitis. Otherwise, you should stay in the Chinese medicine department and treat it according to this disease first.”

Abbot Mingtong shook his head and said, "My illness is leukemia, I hope the doctor can give me a test."

"Leukemia?" Director Zhang smiled and said patiently, "Who told you that it is leukemia?"

"He is a fortune teller. He calculates very accurately. His surname is Xiao." Abbot Mingtong took out the note written by Xiao Ying and handed it to Director Zhang, "This is the condition he calculated for me. Please ask the doctor to do a checkup, and the name of the test is written on paper."

Director Zhang laughed in silence: "The fortune teller calculated that it was leukemia for you? If the fortune teller could calculate the disease, then what else should we doctor do...? Uh... what did you just talk about the surname of this fortune teller?"

"Subject Xiao!"

Director Zhang's heart moved and remembered the patient named Zhuo Daqi in his hand not long ago, who was misdiagnosed as pancreatic head cancer. In fact, it was just a duodenal perforation and had internal bleeding. If it were not discovered in time, the patient would have died of hemorrhagic shock. At that time, the patient also took a note and said it was written by the fortune teller. Could it be the same person?

He quickly took the note from Abbot Mingtong and looked carefully. It read, "Please do a routine blood test for Abbot Mingtong. You will find that the white blood count is abnormally high and you can find naive cells. If you do a spinal cord puncture test, you can confirm that acute myeloid leukemia is diagnosed."

This examination is indeed a means to confirm the diagnosis of leukemia. Director Zhang quickly took out his wallet and took out a note from the interlayer. This is exactly the one written by Xiao Ying last time. He kept this note with him, in order to use this misdiagnosis as a wake-up call to alert himself to improve his medical skills. Now it is time to do a comparison test.

He put the two notes together and observed them carefully. Sure enough, the handwriting was very similar, and it should have been written by the same person.

Director Zhang was stunned for a moment and asked Abbot Mingtong, "Where is this fortune teller?"

"I set up a disease medical consulting company at the entrance of a fortune-telling street in the railway station square. I have his business card." Abbot Mingtong took out the business card given by Xiao Ying and handed it to Director Zhang.

Director Zhang looked at it and gave it to Abbot Mingtong, pondering for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, I'll make you a bloody routine."

The blood routine result came out soon. Seeing this result, Director Zhang's eyes widened. Because the blood routine showed that Abbot Mingtong's white blood cell count was abnormally increased, and the naive cells were detected, indicating that it might be leukemia.
Chapter completed!