Qiao Yimo nodded, followed by an expression on her face. She asked as she walked, "What is the patient's situation now?"

Fu Zhiting frowned and said in a low tone, "He has been awake since he passed out at noon."

Qiao Yimo's voice sinks: "Is there any Chinese medicine I prescribed for him?"

Fu Zhiting pursed his lips, "Drinking all the time."

"It's impossible!" Qiao Yimo was very confident. If Fu had been taking the traditional Chinese medicine she prescribed, it would be impossible to vomit blood.

Fu Zhiting fell silent, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, another familiar boy came from the ward with a very low voice and a little disdain in his tone, "Lengxin doctor, this time Fu Lao vomiting blood was seen by Fu Shao himself, why is it impossible?"

Qiao Yimo walked to the ward, glanced at the man, and it was Qiu Lin who was speaking in the western medical circle.

Qiao Yimo ignored him and walked to the bed, ready to get his pulse.

Seeing that he had been completely ignored, Qiu Lin looked gloomy and gloated, "Lengxin genius doctor, Mr. Fu drank the Chinese medicine you prescribed and then vomited blood. Do you have any explanation now?"

Qiao Yimo's eyes flashed fiercely, looked at Qiu Lin, and said coldly: "Shut up!"

When the words were over, Fu Zhiting also glanced at Qiu Lin with a warning in his eyes.

Seeing this, Qiu Lin squeezed his arm.

For the first time in my life, I felt that I was insulted by others, and I was still a member of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine!

A trace of hatred flashed through his eyes...

The ward returned to calm, and Qiao Yimo concentrated on taking care of Fu Lao's pulse.

The context is very strange, completely different from last time.

It was only a few days, and her physical condition could not be so bad, and she had been using Chinese medicine to control it all the time.

Qiao Yimo frowned and felt something was wrong.

The patient's veins are strong and weak, and it is difficult for her to judge where the patient's condition has reached.

Everyone in the ward was waiting for Qiao Yimo's message, and fell into a weird silence.

As time passed, Qiao Yimo finally lifted his eyes and put Fu Lao's hand back on the bed.

She stood up and was silent for a long time.

It took a long time to speak slowly, "According to the patient's situation, there are currently only two possibilities."

Fu Zhiting's black eyes darkened, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Say it."

"The patient didn't take the medicine I prescribed during this period!" The cold female voice continued to sound, "Or he took more than my medicine!"

Fu Zhiting's eyes sank slightly, and he frowned at Qiao Yimo, "What do you mean?"

Qiao Yimo's delicate eyebrows slightly raised, "If the patient keeps taking the medicine I prescribe, this is impossible. At present, there is only one possibility, that is, he has taken a variety of medicines and caused the symptom, which caused the pulse to be strong. Time is fictitious!"

After that, Qiu Lin stared at Qiao Yimo and sneered, "The medicine is against it? I think you are prescribing medicine indiscriminately that caused Fu Lao to vomit blood and coma."

Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched lightly, "Dr. Qiu doesn't understand that it matters. After all, you are not from the Chinese Medicine School, and it is excusable that you don't understand what we mean by medicines in Chinese medicine."

"You..." Qiu Lin's face suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were fierce. "Nonsense, Fu Lao's medicine has always been supervised and drunk, it is impossible for the situation you mentioned to happen!"

"I think you clearly want to avoid responsibility!"

"It was the same before. Fu Lao's disease is clearly in line with gradual cold syndrome. You have to check it again. The result is that now that the condition accelerates and worsens, what medicine do you say is against it?" JrNovels.com