Fu Cheng let go of the dicine mortar and went into a brief shock. Then, he replied to Song Zhi in his normal voice saying that he would co over to the hospital in a minute.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Cheng looked pensive.
When he wanted to prescribe Old Master Song the dication, he was also worried about a bad drug reaction. Since Old Master Song recovered well when he first took the drugs, his fear slowly dissipated.
He did not think twice when Song Zhi asked for more dication a few days ago.
Unexpectedly, Old Master Song went into a coma. Fu Cheng quietly stood where he was for a few minutes before putting away the Chinese herbs on the table and leaving the pharmaceutical laboratory.
He arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later.
It was already past visitation hours, so Fu Cheng did not manage to see Old Master Song personally. He could only see the patient from the window.
Song Zhi stood beside Fu Cheng. He secretly observed Fu Cheng trying to figure out if he was angry.
Fu Cheng did not notice Song Zhi looking at him. He paused briefly before he turned around and said to Song Zhi, "Old Master Song's reaction is very unusual. Can you give the dical reports so that I can ask my master?"
Song Zhi felt relieved when Fu Cheng did not throw a temper. He retrieved his father's dical records and handed them to Fu Cheng. "Thank you so much, Mr. Fu. All the records of my father's chemotherapy, treatnt, and dical reports are here. If you need any other tests to be done, just let know."
Fu Cheng raised his hand and stopped Song Zhi from thanking him with a calm look on his face. "Old Master Song is still in the recuperation stage. I did not expect him to pass out from a bad drug reaction. I will do my best to figure out if there is anything we can do about it to save him."
It was Song Zhi's first ti hearing Fu Cheng speak so much. Song Zhi hurriedly nodded and replied. "I understand. Thank you for being such a big help and following up."
Fu Cheng acknowledged softly. "In that case, I am going. Don't bother walking out."
Song Zhi did not insist.
Even though his face remained sad, he inexplicably felt less worried when he saw Fu Cheng's excellent attitude.
With the help of Mr. Fu, Old Master Song was bound to recover.
Song Zhi remained hopeful.
*
After Fu Cheng got back to the association, he went straight to see his master.
He showed Old Master Song's dical records to his master and explained the patient's situation briefly.
The deputy director casually flipped through the dical records. He stopped when Fu Cheng finished giving so details of the patient's condition. He raised his head and looked at Fu Cheng. "The dicine was too strong. There is nothing we can do."
"Master, even you have no way to help him?" Fu Cheng spoke solemnly.
His master was second only to Chairman Wang in the association. If even he said it was useless, then it was probably hopeless.
Since he had promised Song Zhi he would cure the patient, Fu Cheng felt worried. He snapped out of his thoughts and asked. "Why don't you make a trip to the hospital and help check the patient?"
The deputy chairman frowned and said, "Fu Cheng, let remind you. It is almost ti for the apothecaries' exam. Rather than wasting your ti on this patient, you should focus on that."
This was as good as saying no.
Fu Cheng could instantly tell where his master stood about this issue. His lips parted hesitantly. Since his master looked impatient, he reworded himself and said, "I know. I will work hard for the exam."
The deputy chairman acknowledged him mildly. Monts later, he suddenly suggested. "I know you are stuck in the middle. Why don't you ask Chairman Wang if there is anything he can do about it?"
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