Eight Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Three Diagnostic Methods

The spark of hope that suddenly rose in Zhang Junde's heart was very strange. Even when Li Zhengbai checked himself, he never felt this way. With the appearance of this feeling, his heartbeat became a little faster.

"Old Zhang, don't get excited, calm down!" Su Ke found that Zhang Junde's breath was a little unstable, which would affect the effect of his pulse cutting, and said softly.

Similarly, Su Ke himself began to restrain his mind. In the face of this situation, naturally he could not be careless in the slightest. He must strive for perfection. Even if he finally succeeds, he must do his best.

Zhang Lao's arm was flat on the dining table. After more than ten minutes, Zhang Lao finally controlled his emotions, and he seemed to have entered a state of emptiness, and finally slowly extended his hand.

With three fingers straight to take the pulse position, with Su Ke's movements, everyone became nervous. Zhang Rui, who was rough and leafy, clenched his fists tightly, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the boss, as if he was afraid of missing something. [

Deng Xiaotian was even more attentive and wanted to capture the changes in Su Ke's body.

Perhaps because of the change in the general diagnosis method, the mist that had been covering it before dissipated, and the part of the cerebral hemorrhage was quickly found, and the tiny piece of brain tissue that turned black was even more obvious.

The necrotic brain tissue has become alive, a small piece of dryness, and even a few cranial nerves have been interrupted because of this. No wonder Mr. Zhang Junde's memory is fragmented, and the cause of the disease is indeed here.

Zhang Lao has been sitting in the chair and let Su Ke move. This novel method of cutting the pulse also surprised him. He didn't know how long it took. Everyone remained motionless and fixed their eyes. Finally, they saw Su Ke Zai. One stop.

Deng Xiaotian and Zhang Rui, old and young, even said at the same time, "How is it?"

Su Ke frowned slightly, as if he hadn't heard them speak. He was immersed in his own world and never pulled away. He tried his best to turn his mind, recalling the previous pulse, gritted his teeth, and raised his head.

"Old Zhang!" Su Ke didn't hear what Deng Xiaotian and Zhang Rui said, he looked directly at Zhang Junde and started to organize the language.

"Little brother, what do you have to say, but say no!" Looking at Su Ke's appearance, Zhang Junde prepared himself mentally, smiled and nodded to let Su Ke continue.

"According to the pulse phase just now, the congestion in your brain has disappeared. I'm afraid the t-photograph you took also shows that some brain tissue is necrotic!"

"Yeah!" Zhang Junde nodded, what Su Ke said was indeed the truth, what he was waiting for was the second half of the sentence, and the second half of the sentence was usually a turning point.

"I don't think that part of your delicate brain tissue is necrotic, but there are a lot of residues that were condensed after bleeding at the time. Because of the shackles of these residues, the nerve method can pass normally, which is the formation of memory faults!" Su After Ke said a word, Zhang Junde's entire body trembled violently, and his eyes glowed.

"Can you help me heal?" Rao Zhang, who has always been energetic, blurted out as if filled with energy in an instant, and looked up at Su Ke.