"Mr. Qin, talk about it. You're not comfortable there." Zhang Guoqiang looked at Qin Luo with burning eyes and asked.
You may not believe it. In fact, I'm quite comfortable.
"Professor Zhang, you may not believe it. In fact, I am quite healthy, and there is nothing wrong with my body." Qin Luo said with a smile.
Nothing uncomfortable?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhang Guoqiang was immediately stunned.
This guy, tell the story?
He looked to the side of Fu Zhendong, eyes revealed the look of inquiry.
"Don't look at me, Lao Zhang. You have been practicing medicine for so many years. You should have met many patients who are not willing to disclose their condition." Fu Zhendong said: "and you don't know that Qin Luo is a man who loves face."
"There's nothing strange about his reluctance to disclose his illness."
"According to me, you do not ask, directly take Qin Luo to test than anything useful."
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Zhang Guoqiang pondered for a moment. He felt that Fu Zhendong's words still had some truth.
He has been practicing medicine for decades, and it is not that he has never seen patients who are silent about their illness. They can conceal their illness for their own reputation.
What's more, Qin Luo?
You know, Qin Luo loves face, which is famous in most of Yan.
In this way, Qin Luo's behavior can be explained.
"Professor Qin, there is no outsider here. If you have any illness, you can tell me directly. Don't worry. I know this from you. I promise it won't spread out, and it won't have any impact on your reputation." Zhang Guoqiang said seriously.
Qin Luo:
Zadidi, that's to say that I have cancer.
Can't you think of me better? How about reputation? I don't care about reputation at all!
For Fu Zhendong and Zhang Guoqiang, Qin Luo has no language.
If you want brain tonic, that's fine.
But can you do something good?
Do you think I'll get cancer? When did I offend you or trash?
"Mr. Zhang, I'm really not. If you don't believe me, just open up a list and I'll go to have a test. It'll be clear at a glance if you have any diseases." Qin Luo said helplessly.
Not sick?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhang Guoqiang's face suddenly became gloomy.
He suddenly found it a little tricky.
He has been a doctor for decades. He has seen a lot of people, but most of them can disclose their illness after his patient counseling. However, it is the first time for him to see such an axis as qinluo.
Qin Luo is like the stone in the pit. It's smelly and hard.
"Professor Qin, are you really not going to say that?"
"If I say I'm not ill, and you don't believe me, what else can I say?" Qin Luo wryly smile: "Mr. Zhang, you'd better make a list directly. If you say it's useless, you can prove it with facts."
"Well All right Looking at Qin Luo's resolute expression, Zhang Guoqiang finally chose to compromise.
Soon he picked up his pen and paper and began to write.
"Blood tumor markers, CEA, SCC, NSE, CEA combined with CA153, CEA with CA199, AFP..."
After a few minutes, the examination items were almost full of A4 paper!
Big head!
It is true that the head is big!
Looking at this dense project, Qin Luo has a headache.
"Teacher Zhang, what is this CEA?" Qin Luo asked, pointing to one of them.