Chapter three hundred and eighteen, medical ethics first

At noon the sun was bright and shining, and it shone straight through the window into the house, shooting pride in his face, and lighting up his white skin. The room was filled with the warmth of the Sun.

Dr. Gu felt the warmth around him. He could not imagine how devoted he was to time. Before he came back, he went to see Shi Chen, wondering what his little nephew had been persecuted for.

Actually, he was also a young nephew of his when he came up. But why was the gap between the two so great? A gloomy one sunshine, is oneself really misjudge a person?

Dr. Gu devoted his time to thinking to himself: Why should he fly to his own brother like this? Is there a place in the middle that you don't know about? If so, you'd better take care of him first.

With this in mind, the doctor's expression also calm a few minutes, close your eyes carefully take the pulse. After a while he took in his hand and banged on his pride's leg, saying, "I am not quite sure that I can be cured. "

Listen to words, Cheng xue-nuo nervously looked at Shi Yi, the worry in the eyes at a glance, how to do, if really don't cure good, the influence to him is not a little bit.

"Don't worry. " He Pride himself, even though he had some worries, but he always comforted Cheng xue-nuo, who was nervous. This was no less than when they first learned of their illness, after all, no one wants to be disabled, and a sound body is so important to the individual. Moreover, when he was the president of a group, he could not always not go to the company, and even the meetings were always videoed. People in the company now say that he was extremely ill and ready to train an heir, but what was the real situation, there is no way to know, the company's employees can only rely on their own guess, with false.

He had been practicing medicine for decades. If he had lost his medical ethics for personal hatred, even once, it would have made him ashamed to face his ancestors and admit his position.

"It really doesn't matter. You have nerve damage. It's serious. " Dr. Gu narrowed his eyes and slowly stroked his long, thin beard. "But it's not incurable. "

"Doctor, need how much money all does not matter. " Cheng Snow excites a way, lose all one's possessions to also have to cure.

Dr. Gu waved his hand. "Don't call me Doctor, call me Gu Bo. I knew your father. "

"Uncle Gu. " When he nodded his head, no wonder he knew his father's name. He looked at him a little more kindly and went on: "How did you and my father know each other? "

Gubo waved his hand and said wistfully, "it's all in the past. "

Slowly, Cooper picked up the medical box he had brought with him. It was a wooden box, just like the one the TV doctor had on his back in those period dramas. The two men stared at his movements.

Will Open the box, inside is a more retro rice paper and brush, each other to write the words are written with brush? Chennault surprised quickly from his pocket to take out Jojo to his business card, she has been thinking that the above words are printed, in the sun carefully identified, found that it was actually written carefully with a brush.

Looking back surprised at Gu Bo, I saw him sitting at the table, carefully writing brush, the font has a simple and elegant feeling, you can see the writing skills of the superb brush.

"This disease of yours is easy to treat even if it's hard to treat, " said Gu Bo as he wrote. "That is, to have acupuncture, and to bathe in medicinal water, two hours a day. "

"Medicine Bath? " When he looked at him disdainfully, the smell of Chinese medicine was so strong that if he had been in the water for so long, wouldn't it be pickled? When the time comes to where the body is a traditional Chinese medicine, the bath can not wash off.

"or not. Just slower. "

"CAN NOT, must bubble! An hour two hours, bubble all the time? " Cheng snow is rushing to say.

"Hot water, divided into two. " Gubo did not lift his eyes, hands continue to write the word.

After a long time, Gubo put the brush away gently, picked up the rice paper to air, and handed it over. "This is the needed Chinese herbal medicine, you go to the Chinese medicine shop to catch and cook it yourself. " Then Gubo stood up and walked away with his back hand, looking up at the sun outside the balcony, the heart is rather with emotion.

He's seen two extreme families today.

The villa where Shi Chen lived was as lifeless as if it were a haunted house. Today, when he took a taxi to his address, even the driver was very scared to tell himself, there is a haunted house. It was probably because he was a Chinese doctor, and the doctor told him to be careful, because he had heard that many people had died in the villa, and there were Brotherhood of the Wolf in the middle of the night.

Although he knew that much of what was said was false, he did not realize until he actually walked in that they were not entirely wrong.

The smell of death hung in the air, and the house seemed to have been abandoned by the light. Darkness hung over the House, and the whole building seemed out of place.

My mind drifted to the dust and his words: "Uncle Gu, my father was killed by them when they were devoted to him. "

Cooper did not reply immediately, but asked: "Why? "

"He is jealous! He is jealous that we have got our property! " Dust clasped his hands, his eyes bloodshot, and his face was as grim as that of a demon fresh from Hell.

Gobber stroked his beard and said nothing. He knew in his heart the image of the devoted villain. He would meet him at their house later. What kind of man would want to kill his own family next time?

But when he was now living in his pride home, he felt that things did not seem so simple, but human nature, which is something in a man's heart, is not apparent on the surface, so he could not for the time be deceived by the appearance of the warmth of his family. But on the principle of a doctor saving lives, he can't kill his own patients, which is against medical ethics.

"Ah... " Gu Bo helplessly sighed a tone, the doctor parents heart, can oneself save the benefactor suffering, oneself but let a person murderer ignore, this really benevolence and justice?

His sigh was nothing, but the living room was different in the patient's ear. Chennault looked at him nervously, thinking that there was something wrong with his pride. His hands trembled with anxiety. His trembling hands gripped his pride's sleeves and asked weakly, "will my husband recover from his illness? "

"Yes, but I'm not sure if there are any side effects. " In the end, even advanced medical science is very cautious about things in the head, not to mention their own somewhat mysterious acupuncture, a little bit accidentally stabbed the wrong acupoint, that's a big medical error!