Alert! Miracle doctor released from prison

Chen Huo suddenly realized what was happening.

Those who can live in this villa area are certainly not simple.

The two young men following behind the old man, judging from their demeanor, were most likely retired military experts, indicating that the old man's identity was probably quite extraordinary.

Since the other party had adopted a humble and courteous attitude, Chen Huo naturally wouldn't hold their two subordinates' rudeness against him, and said:

"Your illness cannot be cured without medication. I can only relieve your pain now, and I need to touch your head."

The two young men behind the old man changed their expressions slightly upon hearing this.

Just as he was about to say something, the old man spoke first.

"I believe in Dr. Chen."

He endured the excruciating pain as he removed his hands from his head to facilitate the treatment of Chen Huo.

"it is good."

Chen Huo nodded, stepped forward, placed his palm on the old man's head, and pressed several times on the four major acupoints: Baihui, Fengfu, Yangbai, and Fengchi. The speed was so fast that only the afterimage of his palm could be seen.

The two young men behind the old man gradually showed expressions of shock upon seeing this.

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Chen Huo then pressed on three major acupoints—Jiaosun, Zanzhu, and Shuaigu—a few more times before slowly withdrawing his hand.

The old man's expression, which had been contorted with pain, had now relaxed, and the look of agony on his face was gone. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew—that feels so good!"

The old man let out a long breath, then bowed slightly to Chen Huo.

"My name is Zhou Jianguo. Thank you so much, Dr. Chen, for saving me. Otherwise, I fear I would have been tortured to death. I wonder what the reason was when you said that taking painkillers would be life-threatening?"

Zhou Jianguo?

Judging from the old man's age, there were too many people born in his generation who had names like "Jianguo" (建国, meaning "building the country") or "Jianjun" (建军, meaning "building the army"), which clearly reflected the era. Chen Huo himself had encountered many such people.

Zhou is also a common surname.

Chen Huo thought about it for a moment, but still couldn't confirm the person's identity.

But that didn't matter. He was just thinking about it out of curiosity. In his eyes, the old man in front of him was just an ordinary patient.

Jiang Aiwei seemed to have thought of something, and her face showed surprise and uncertainty.

But she was sensible and didn't foolishly ask for clarification.

"Because this isn't a normal headache, but an acute cerebral thrombosis. Painkillers, in addition to their pain-relieving components, also contain blood-activating ingredients, which may worsen the bleeding and be directly fatal."

Chen Huo explained.

Zhou Jianguo frowned upon hearing this.

"Acute cerebral thrombosis? How could I get this disease?"

Given his status, he naturally had no shortage of good medical resources. His headaches had already been diagnosed by doctors as neurogenic headaches, for which there was no specific medicine and no way to completely cure them.

So he carried painkillers with him.

But Chen Huo now claims he has an acute cerebral thrombosis.

Even though he doesn't know much about medicine, he knows how terrible this disease is, and that it could really kill someone if he's not careful. But he had a physical exam just two days ago, so he shouldn't have.

Chen Huo was already used to this kind of scene.

Out of professional ethics as a doctor, he patiently explained:

"I just saw your medication. It's a painkiller for treating tension headaches, which means you had tension headaches before. This is the biggest reason why you made a misdiagnosis."

Zhou Jianguo listened quietly without saying anything.

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Chen Huo continued:

"A tension headache is different from the headache that occurs during a stroke. Your left side of your face has just started to sag slightly, showing signs of asymmetry. This is one of the typical symptoms of an acute stroke."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jianguo looked at the two young men beside him.

The two young men looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"I was so anxious just now, I didn't even notice this."

"I was in a hurry to call for emergency help and didn't notice."

Chen Huo could tell they weren't lying, and it was normal that they hadn't noticed such details. Chen Huo didn't need them to prove anything.

"Your left arm feels numb and weak, right? I've never experienced this before when I had tension headaches, am I right?"

"That's right, how did you know?"

Zhou Jianguo asked in surprise. He had just been wondering why his left arm felt numb and weak, while his right arm did not.

Before anyone could ask, Chen Huo had already accurately stated the answer.

His question is meaningless.

Chen Huo ignored him and continued, "Did your left eye suddenly go black and you couldn't see clearly just now?"

Zhou Jianguo was even more surprised: "You knew that?"

Chen Huo said calmly, "If I can't even deduce these things from the details, how can I determine the cause of your illness and dare to attempt treatment on your head?"

Zhou Jianguo was completely convinced.

"Truly worthy of being called the miraculous doctor Chen!"

After expressing his admiration, Zhou Jianguo asked, "How should my illness be treated?"

Chen Huo took out his phone, checked the time, and spoke much faster:

"You have an acute cerebral thrombosis. I only helped you dilate your blood vessels to suppress the thrombus, allowing blood to flow freely in the blood vessels temporarily. I did not cure it."

"If you have another stroke, your life may be in danger. You need to go to the hospital immediately for intravenous thrombolysis. It's best not to delay for even a moment."

"Of course, the best outcome is actually an interventional procedure to mechanically remove the thrombus, but this requires highly specialized medical equipment and skilled personnel, and there are certain risks involved in doing this given your physical condition."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jianguo knew that Chen Huo did not intend to treat him personally.

But now he has been completely defeated by Chen Huo.

He wanted Chen Huo to treat him.

"Dr. Chen, would you be so kind as to treat me personally?"

"We're rushing to catch a flight, we don't have time."

Chen Huo shook his head and said, "Besides, although this disease is dangerous, it's not a serious illness. My treatment requires the use of traditional Chinese medicine, and you can't wait that long in your current condition. You should go to the hospital for treatment."

Goodbye.

After saying that, Chen Huo grabbed Jiang Aiwei and started walking away.

Zhou Jianguo didn't want to insist, so he quickly said, "Miracle doctor, why don't you leave your bank account number? I'll transfer the consultation fee to you. I can't let you work for nothing."

Since he had investigated Chen Huo's background, he knew that Chen Huo had cured the old man of the Zhao family, and Zhao Yuechun had given him a full 100 million yuan in treatment fees. When he heard this number, he was shocked.

Although Zhao Yuechun had ulterior motives for giving Chen Huo so much money for his consultation, it also fully demonstrates that Chen Huo's worth is far beyond that of ordinary so-called famous doctors.

Zhou Jianguo couldn't come up with that much money.

But we can't just leave it at all.

Chen Huo didn't turn his head, and waved his hand, saying:

"It was just a small thing, sir, you don't need to worry about it."

Just then.

The piercing siren blared, and an ambulance sped toward them. Zhou Jianguo glanced deeply at Chen Huo's retreating figure before walking toward the ambulance.

I owe you a favor.

Zhou Jianguo shouted at Chen Huo.