After seeing Xiaoma, Jiang Cha had nothing to do. Just as he was about to leave, President Zhong came. Seeing Jiang Cha, he immediately smiled and said, "Jiang Cha, you are here. If you don't come again, I will call you directly."

"Director Zhong, is there anything wrong?" Jiang Cha looked at Dean Zhong and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I have something to come to you." Dean Zhong nodded and said to Jiang Cha, "Let's go, go to my office and say."

"Okay!" Jiang Cha followed Dean Zhong to the dean's office and sat down on the sofa.

Dean Zhong poured two cups of tea first, then sat down, looked at Jiang Cha and asked, "Jiang Cha, this is the case. Our hospital admitted a patient today, but after the examination, no problem was found. For this reason, I would like to ask you to help see if you can find out what the other party's body is going on?"

"Can't the instrument be checked?" Jiang Cha was a little surprised. Logically, some diseased instruments should be able to be checked.

"Yes, it can't be tested. No wonder we don't have many instruments here, and it's not advanced, so it's normal that it can't be tested. However, the patient kept saying that he had a headache and we couldn't find out the disease. We couldn't even start to treat it."

"Where is the patient, I'll go and see."

"Okay, I'll take you there." Dean Zhong stood up and personally brought the Jiangcha Office into the ward. In the ward, the patient was rolling around with his head in his arms, crying in pain. The family members next to him looked at it, feeling distressed and had no choice.

The nurse and the doctor are both here, wanting to give the patient an injection, but they dare not, for fear of using the wrong medicine.

Seeing Dean Zhong coming, the doctor and nurse breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Dean Zhong, you are here."

"Yes!" Dean Zhong nodded and was about to talk to Jiang Cha, when the patient's family suddenly knelt in front of him and said, "Director Zhong, please save him."

"Get up quickly, we will do our best." Dean Zhong reached out to help the patient's family up, and said to Jiang Cha, "Jiang Cha, please help him see."

Jiang Cha nodded, and saw that the man was rolling with his head inconveniently to take his pulse, so he knocked the person out with his hand knife.

Originally begging Dean Zhong's patient's family, when he saw Jiang Cha's actions, he looked at the patient's fainting, and immediately became anxious and asked, "What did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, I just knocked him out, it won't be a problem."

"It's really okay?" The patient's family didn't believe it. Dean Zhong had to explain, "Don't worry, Dr. Jiang just knocked him out to facilitate the pulse. Didn't you just beg me to save him? Now I've found someone who can save him."

"Can she save him?" The patient's family looked at Jiang Cha with a suspicion.

"Let her see first." Dean Zhong was not easy to guarantee. After all, he didn't know what kind of disease a man had, so how could he save him?

Jiang Cha first took the patient's pulse, and then used his mental power to wander around the patient. She focused on the man's head and soon discovered the problem.

No wonder this man would cry out in pain and roll around constantly. It turned out that he had a very thin and long bug on his head. If he didn't take out the bug, the man would keep in pain and end up being deeply in pain.

"Jiang Cha, how about it? What did you find?" Dean Zhong kept watching Jiang Cha, not missing the expression on her face. So, after seeing her letting go of her hand to take her pulse, he immediately asked.

"There is a bug on his head."
Chapter completed!