White armor

Chapter 473: Horns on the Head

Chen Yong booked a restaurant and had hotpot, which he said was his master's favorite.

Luo Hao just chatted with the old man, saying some random things, trying to keep his mind blank so that the old man would not "see" what he was thinking.

Actually, turning on the [Flow] state can avoid this, but Luo Hao thinks it is too wasteful, and he still has to face the sequelae. When Luo Hao thinks of the exhaustion after turning on the [Flow] state, he feels weak in his heart.

The imperial capital was very congested at this time, and cars were moving slowly in the traffic.

Looking at the young men and women living a life of debauchery, Luo Hao was a little mesmerized.

"His classmate is a good person, but a little stupid." Chen Yong talked nonsense, saying whatever came to his mind. Luo Hao thought that this was a way for Chen Yong to deal with his master.

After all, no one wants others to see what they are thinking.

The old man had no hostility towards me and had "informed" me of this matter early in the morning.

"He graduated from the eight-year undergraduate, master's and doctoral program at Union Medical College. He was caught in a wildfire when he went to the mountain city and went up the mountain to rescue people. After he came back, Anzhen gave him treatment and promoted him to a higher level. He looks pretty good, right, Master? By the way, he was kidnapped to Southeast Asia some time ago."

Chen Yong began to talk about things in Nanyang.

But even when he mentioned the Gu King, the old man remained calm and didn't even ask any more questions.

The old man kept talking about the stock market, and Chen Yong kept talking about Cui Mingyu. The two of them talked about their own things and did not disturb each other.

The atmosphere was a bit strange, but they seemed to have long been accustomed to this way of communicating with each other, and Luo Hao ignored it.

"This time the bull market is really here. I said that we should keep replenishing our positions. Last time you came, I actually hesitated. Chen Yong, can you believe it? As your teacher, I actually hesitated!
The heart of Tao is damaged, the heart of Tao is damaged! "

"As a result, this time the stock market suddenly exploded all the shorts and continued to rise without hesitation. I still have money in my hands!"

"Fuck that, he wouldn't let me buy on the day when the stock price was at its highest."

“Master, if it goes up, it will also go down.” Chen Yong said.

Luo Hao's heart moved. If it were someone else, he would be angry by now.

But the old man continued to chatter, as if he didn't hear what Chen Yong said at all. Whether he fell down or not, the old man didn't care at all. He lived in his own small space and time. Maybe this is called the heart of Tao?
interesting.

The father and son continued chatting like this for a full hour and a half before the car arrived at the restaurant.

Cui Mingyu was already standing at the door waiting, without any anxious look on his face. From a distance, he actually had the demeanor of a master.

"Lao Cui!" Luo Hao got out of the car and waved.

"Godfather!" Cui Mingyu ran over with a grin.

"Let me introduce you. This is Chen Yong's master, Mr. Qiu."

Cui Mingyu respected his teacher. Although the old man looked like a homeless person sleeping on the overpass, he still bowed and extended his hand, "Hello, Mr. Qiu."

"Cui Mingyu, Xiao Cui, not bad." The old man rarely stopped talking about the stock market, looked up at Cui Mingyu a few times, and walked into the restaurant leisurely.

"how have you been?"

"Still the same, doing surgeries from morning till night." Cui Mingyu said with a simple and thick smile, "Godfather, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming to the capital? Every time you come and go in a hurry, it seems like you are very busy."

"I was transferred here by Boss Zhou to participate in an operation. This time it was a real accident."

As Luo Hao walked, he briefly talked about the surgery.

The patient was in a strange posture, so Luo Hao squatted in a horse stance for 3 or 4 hours to perform the operation.

Cui Mingyu stared, "Godfather, you exercised every day when you were in school, just for this?"

"It takes physical strength to perform surgery wearing a lead vest. Old Cui, you look much stronger. You don't look like you were bloated when you were in school." Luo Hao raised his hand and hit Cui Mingyu.

With a "bang", Cui Mingyu didn't even shake.

After entering the room, Luo Hao saw Mr. Qiu open the seat for the deputy companion and sat down.

"Old man, please take the main seat." Luo Hao bowed and ran to Mr. Qiu and said respectfully.

"Although we are family, we still have to follow some rules."

Mr. Qiu glanced at Luo Hao and said, "Isn't Xiao Cui here? He must be in the main seat."

"???"

"???"

"Come, Xiao Cui, take a seat." Mr. Qiu pointed to the chair beside him.

Cui Mingyu was stunned. What was going on?
No matter whether Luo Hao or Chen Yong was there, he had no right to sit in the main seat. Why did Chen Yong's master let him sit there directly?
Is that a seat that I can sit on? Cui Mingyu smacked his lips in amazement.

"Sit, sit, sit, quickly." Mr. Qiu's fingers were already moving. "The stock market has been rising well these past few days, but I still can't see. I'm so worried. Many years ago, I used a Chinese display to see the market, and it didn't cause cataracts."

Hanxian, Luo Hao had only heard of this name when the bosses were chatting. It should be a product from the end of the last century.

"Master, please be fine. Don't tease Lao Cui." Chen Yong was embarrassed and said to his master quickly.

"Huh? When you guys are eating, Xiao Cui doesn't want to sit in the seat of honor?" the old man asked puzzledly.

"Ah? Yes, why should he sit in the seat?" Chen Yong was stunned.

"Come." Mr. Qiu waved.

Chen Yong walked up to Mr. Qiu with a sad face.

The old man raised his hand and slapped Chen Yong on the back. It didn't seem like he used much force, but Chen Yong almost cried out.

"They fought for their lives in peacetime, why don't you let them sit in the upper seat? Let me ask you, have you fought against floods in 98, entered the mountains in 08, or visited Tianhe in 20? Who gave you the face to be so casual?"

"..."

"..."

Luo Hao and Chen Yong were silent.

Cui Mingyu's face turned a little red, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Sit down, sit down, Xiao Cui. I am old, but not confused. What I am offering to you is your merit, nothing else." Mr. Qiu picked up the chopsticks and tapped the bone plate. "Hurry up, I am greedy. After dinner, I have to go back and study the stock market."

Luo Hao pushed Cui Mingyu from behind, and Cui Mingyu looked at Luo Hao awkwardly.

"Sit down, Lao Cui, you should sit in the main seat when we get together next time." Luo Hao also felt that the old man was right and it was his own fault for neglecting it.

This was also the reason why Lao Cui called me his godfather, but I actually overlooked this point.

The old man is worthy of being a veteran of Institute 209.

"Master, how are your stocks?" Everyone sat down, and Chen Yong sat next to the old man and asked in a flattering tone.

"Not bad, hahahaha." The old man said as he laughed out loud, feeling indescribably proud.

Moreover, he did not conceal his smug expression at all.

Luo Hao felt that this person had reached the level of being able to do whatever he wanted without breaking the rules, just like his own boss.

It’s just that his physique is so good that the bosses can’t catch up with him even on horseback or by car.

Speaking of this, the old man's interest suddenly brightened, and he began to talk incessantly about the stocks he bought that hit the ceiling.

Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan came in and sat down. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Zhuang Yan got up to open the door, ready to help put the dishes on the table and pour the wine.

School is about to start, and Zhuang Yan is a little nervous, fearing that all kinds of bosses will gather in the provincial capital and she won't be able to do something well, so she has been practicing on her own recently.

When I opened the door, several strangers appeared in front of me.

It seems like those people who drive luxury cars in front of Tongren’s door.

"Excuse me~~~" Zhuang Yan blocked the door and didn't move aside or invite anyone in.

The man from the Qi family was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhuang Yan for blocking his way in, but he soon heard the old man's rough voice talking about stocks.

"I'm here to see Mr. Qiu."

"Zhuang Yan, who is that?" Luo Hao asked.

Zhuang Yan turned sideways and smiled, but the man from the Qi family expressed his gratitude and walked in.

Mr. Qiu seemed not to see him and continued talking to Chen Yong.

They are saying nonsense like this wave will start from at least 5000 points and may go up to 10000 points.

A few seconds later, the Qi family man tilted his head and asked, "Do you know which stock the old man is talking about?"

"know."

The people around him nodded.

"Go and make the contact. Start tomorrow and increase your revenue tenfold in the shortest possible time."

Mr. Qiu raised his eyelids and glanced at the man from the Qi family. "The Qi family has its own people. Why are they looking for me?"

Seeing that the old man finally paid attention to him, the man from the Qi family took half a step forward, bowed, and made himself presentable.

"Old Immortal, help me."

"There's no danger to life. It's just a false alarm. Go back." Mr. Qiu said calmly.

His expression showed nothing at all, it was full of unhappiness, laziness and other emotions.

"what?"

"Go away." Mr. Qiu raised his hand to chase them away. "By the way, you don't have to meddle in my business. If you really keep going straight, I'll cause trouble for you. You dare to meddle in my business? You really have no manners."

"..."

Luo Hao was startled.

"Mr. Qiu, you are the one who makes the final decision. I shouldn't say anything, but my father..."

"Your dad is your dad, what father is your father? It makes you look educated."

Mr. Qiu would retort against everything he said. Mr. Qiu seemed to look down on him and didn't even bother to hide anything.

"..." When had the Qi family man ever suffered such humiliation? His face turned purple.

"What's wrong, old man?" Luo Hao asked curiously.

"Growing horns on the head is not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not life-threatening." Mr. Qiu said calmly.

With just one sentence, the expressions of the men in the Qi family suddenly changed.

He didn't say that his grandfather had horns on his head, and not even many of his family members knew about it, but this guy just said it out loud.

The Qi family man's expression changed again and again. Thinking of those legends, he felt mixed emotions of joy and sorrow.

The good news is that this old man from Institute 209 does have some skills, and he made a decisive statement that the patient’s life is not in danger.

What worries me is that this old man has a weird temper and doesn't want to pay any attention to me.

"Growing horns?" Luo Hao was curious.

Chen Yong had already started humming softly, following his master's words. "Have you seen him?" The old man glanced at Luo Hao.

"It's rare, but it does exist. It's an abnormal growth, benign, and can be removed." Luo Hao smiled and looked at the person opposite him, "Have you been to the hospital?"

The man from the Qi family was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

That's not a disease at all. What's the point of going to the hospital? He thought to himself.

"Xiao Luo, go tell him to stop disturbing me."

"Okay." Luo Hao stood up and walked to the Qi family man, "Let's go out and talk."

The man from the Qi family glanced at Luo Hao, then at Mr. Qiu, and turned away helplessly.

"Are there any photos? Let me take a look."

After going out, Luo Hao asked warmly.

After the Qi family man left the house, he no longer concealed his disgust, nor did he bother to pretend. He glanced at Luo Hao sideways without saying a word, and his contempt was evident in his words.

Zhuang Yan was a little indignant. Just as she was about to speak, Luo Hao grabbed her arm.

"I was accidentally injured a few years ago. The injury was not serious, but after that, abnormal growths began to appear on the top of my head. They are getting bigger and bigger. Do they look like horns?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The man from the Qi family scolded and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment." Luo Hao was not angry, but smiled and took out his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?" The man from the Qi family was a little annoyed.

"Let me show you a photo. There's nothing worth keeping secret about your patient. As long as you have received nine years of compulsory education, you will go to the hospital to see him first." Luo Hao said in a gloomy tone.

He also disliked this family, especially their move to make the stocks bought by Mr. Qiu increase tenfold in a short period of time, which made Luo Hao despise them even more.

Could Mr. Qiu care about this?

They are talking about the game world.

"!!!"

The people from the Qi family stared at Luo Hao viciously.

"Here, take a look and see if it looks like this." Luo Hao didn't care about their looks at all and handed the phone over.

Zhuang Yan was curious and stretched her neck to look.

The picture on the phone shows a foreign man with a "horn" on his head, about 10 cm long. The "horn" looks rough. If he had a more delicate face, he would look like a unicorn in a fantasy movie that turned into a human.

The man from the Qi family was already feeling depressed and didn't want to look at the phone that Luo Hao handed over.

But when he saw it out of the corner of his eye, his pupils suddenly shrank and he stared blankly at the picture on his phone.

After seeing his expression, Luo Hao felt relieved and thought that his guess should be correct.

"Such patients are uncommon, but not rare," Luo Hao explained. "Among all the recorded cases, the earliest report of similar symptoms was an elderly woman in 1588, who recorded this manifestation as a skin horn. But it was not until 1791 that surgeons began to observe human skin horns."

"Pi horns?" The man from the Qi family rudely snatched Luo Hao's phone and looked carefully at the man in the picture.

Although it is different from the situation of my grandfather, if you look closely, they are similar.

"Well, in the 16th and 17th centuries, horns were considered a natural abnormality. But doctors gradually discovered that the tissue pathology at the base of the horn could be benign, precancerous or malignant."

"When the old man said there was no danger to life, he meant that if he had received medical treatment early, there would have been no danger to life. If it had been a few years later, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so simple."

"!!!"

The man from the Qi family stared at the photo blankly, feeling extremely confused.

He thought the old man was just trying to get him to accept the offer, but he didn't expect the young man who followed him to actually take out the picture directly.

At first glance, this picture doesn't look like the real thing, but the more you look at it carefully, the more it looks like the real thing.

"Brother, I haven't seen it. Have you seen it?"

"When I was at Union Hospital, I saw a patient with a tooth growing on his cheek."

"Teeth?" Zhuang Yan was stunned and began to imagine the kind of patient.

"Yes, my family was terrified. We asked many people in the local area to look at it, but in the end, they couldn't come to a conclusion."

"Is it for the gentlemen to see?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously.

"All of them, gentlemen, doctors. Later, an old Chinese doctor said that he had seen a case when he was young. It was nothing serious, but he still recommended that he come to Union Hospital for a check-up." When Luo Hao talked about old events, he was as interested as Mr. Qiu talking about the stock market.

"I had surgery later and the pathology was seborrheic keratosis. It was actually nothing serious, it just looked a little weird and caused a lot of psychological stress."

"Really? How did it grow?"

"I don't know. There are too few cases, and no one has done any special research. But after seeing it once, I roughly understood what was going on." Luo Hao gave a lecture to Zhuang Yan. "There are no experts who specialize in related diseases. Some people used to guess that it might be caused by too much sun exposure, but many patients have horns in private areas that are not exposed to the sun."

"Will it turn into cancer? Senior brother, from what you said, it is possible to turn into cancer." Zhuang Yan continued to ask.

“Among 222 patients with skin horns, 41.4% of the patients were found to have benign histopathological changes at their base.

The most common ones are: viral warts, keratoacanthoma, seborrheic keratosis, benign epithelial hyperplasia, and tricholoma.

More than half of the patients had precancerous lesions, and less than one-tenth had malignant lesions, with squamous cell carcinoma being the main type of malignant lesions.

"To put it simply, a very small number of patients develop cancer due to a long course of illness. The elderly are also worried that even if they are fine now, they may not be able to recover if they delay for a few more years, so let me say a few words."

The man from the Qi family was dumbfounded. What was this talking about? It was too professional and it was difficult for him to understand a single word.

Zhuang Yan fell into deep thought.

Is the senior brother raising a dog? Treating Yong's master as a dog to provide emotional value?
No, no, how could I be so disrespectful to Brother Yong’s master? Zhuang Yan realized this in her mind and immediately wiped the thought off.

"Sir, what's your name?" The man from the Qi family finally became polite.

His expression changed very quickly, and there was no trace of his previous contempt for Luo Hao. Now he looked polite and solemn.

"Haha, Dr. Luo from Peking Union Medical College." Luo Hao smiled. "If it's similar to the photo, go to Peking Union Medical College as soon as possible and do the surgery immediately if possible."

The man from the Qi family hesitated slightly, then took out his cell phone, found a photo and handed it to Luo Hao.

"Dr. Luo, look."

In the photo, there is an old man in his seventies with a "horn" on each side of his head.

Looks like a minotaur.

Luo Hao didn't say the word "Mnotaurs" out loud.

We must always show the most basic respect to patients, even though their families seem uncooperative.

"Tumors don't look like this." Luo Hao took a quick look and had a preliminary diagnosis in his mind. "But without seeing the patient, it's just a guess. Let's go to the Union Hospital and have it removed and have a pathology check."

"Dr. Luo, are you sure?"

"Through the analysis of 222 cases of cutaneous horns in the previously mentioned paper, it was found that cutaneous horns mainly appeared on parts of the body exposed to the sun, such as the forehead, scalp, ears, lips, chest, neck and shoulders."

"The age group with the highest incidence of precancerous and malignant lesions of the skin horns is patients aged 50 to 89 years. This increasing trend in incidence with age may be related to the increased cumulative amount of sun exposure to the skin with increasing age."

"If you have any problem, go see a doctor first. Most things are not caused by supernatural forces. Although... your father does look a little strange."

It looks like an old, worn-out ox that can't do any work.

Most people don’t think positively, and even more people will think about weird and supernatural things.

How could a good person suddenly grow horns on his head, and two of them.

"Thank you...thank you."

"You're welcome." Luo Hao took back his phone and smiled. "Go to the plastic surgery department. No matter whether it's benign or malignant, it's best to remove it as soon as possible."

After saying that, Luo Hao turned and left. Zhuang Yan took a reluctant look at the patient's photo, then followed Luo Hao back to the house with her high ponytail swinging.

"This time the country has welded the faucet directly to the stock market. Otherwise, who would take over such a huge amount of water? I may have guessed wrong before, but I will definitely not be wrong this time, absolutely!"

The old man was still talking about the stock market with great interest.

Luo Hao felt that he was not trying to make money, but to get in touch with new things.

For an elderly person who has lived for an unknown period of time, in the rapidly developing modern society, there are always many new and interesting things, and it would be nice to have a small toy.

"Old man, I'm back." Luo Hao said respectfully.

Mr. Qiu just nodded and continued talking about the stock market.

Chen Yong kept agreeing like a lackey. It was rare to see Chen Yong so well-behaved and docile.

During the meal, except for Mr. Qiu, almost no one said a word.

After the meal, everyone’s minds were still full of various indicators and data, and they felt like they had become half financial experts.

"Old man, how do you choose stocks?" Luo Hao asked.

"Draw lots." Mr. Qiu said casually.

"!!!"

"In 95, I smoked Changhong, in 99, I smoked Tsinghua Unigroup, in 03, I smoked CIMC, and in 04, I smoked Moutai." When the old man talked about his glorious past, the blush on his face deepened, but he never mentioned the stock that fell from more than 60 yuan to 2 yuan.

This was the most difficult meal Luo Hao had ever eaten.

The ingredients were all good and fragrant, but the taste was diluted by the old man's stocks, and it felt like nothing was right.

After eating and drinking, we left the restaurant, waved goodbye, and disappeared around the corner.

Chen Yong was not surprised. "Luo Hao, what does that little guy want from my master?"

"Do you have horns on your head? Your master told me so."

"Really? Not upper body?"

"Probably not. I just happened to read a similar report." Luo Hao smiled, "You guys go and have a rest. I'll chat with Lao Cui."

"When will you go home?"

"I'm already here. Tomorrow I'll visit all the bosses and see how many will open in the provincial capital at the end of the year."

When it comes to this, Luo Hao's head hurts a little.

It should have been a glorious occasion, but once everyone came swarming over, entertaining them became a problem.

In addition, due to the current anti-corruption campaign, we cannot contact the manufacturer.

How great it would be if the manufacturer could take full responsibility. Luo Hao has already started dreaming.

After sending Chen Yong and others to the car, Luo Hao and Cui Mingyu chatted as they walked.

"Lao Cui, when did you apply for the position of Youth Leader?"

Cui Mingyu suddenly looked embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)