>                             The telephone connection between Qi Jing and his own diagnostic department lasted for nearly an hour.

The possibility of myopathy mentioned by Zhang Junyan and others is not low, but the symptoms are too complicated and there is no laboratory test at hand. At least a physical examination is required to undergo a differential diagnosis.

It was obviously inappropriate for Qi Jing to do the examination in person.

Moreover, it is inconvenient to go to a local hospital abroad. Now Ye Han’s physical condition looks OK, and it is difficult to force others to enter the hospital.

In addition, Japan is a place with a strict medical grading system. Those with minor illnesses usually go to a small clinic for treatment first. Only when they are so serious that they cannot see a small clinic will they give a letter of introduction, and then the large hospital can accept you.

Her chronic disease is within the scope of large hospitals and small clinics being easily misjudged. The symptoms are not serious, and there is no problem with "tourism fatigue and unacceptable to the local environment". So even if Ye Han is willing to go to the clinic, he will basically return in vain.

The discussion talked from the Two Nations Athletics Hall to a ramen shop next to it, and did not hang up the phone until Qi Jing finished eating.

This phone call was like squeezing a towel. Qi Jing squeezed out almost all the ideas in the diagnosis department, and there was really nothing left. Now one option was placed in front of him, and he sat in the noodle restaurant and looked at the symptom and disease relationship diagram he wrote, pondering for a long time.

Each answer covers some of the symptoms, and the only thing that can be affected is tuberculous spondylitis.

Tuberculosis affecting the spine perfectly covers slow onset, involvement of exercise and visceral function, low fever, weight loss and fatigue.

Qi Jing is indeed more inclined to it, but he also knew in his heart that this result is still a long way from the real diagnosis. The most important thing is that the main symptoms are wrong. When chatting with Ji Qing before, he emphasized that tuberculous spondylitis should have back pain. According to the range of muscle involvement in the upper limbs, it should be tuberculosis of the cervical and thoracic spine, and the pain point should be closer to the neck.

But Ye Han did not have back or neck pain.

Qi Jing felt that since he discovered Ye Han's symptoms, he entered a huge dead end. There were many forks here, and even many just right near-in-one roads, which made people mistakenly think that he had found the right path. But no matter how he walked, he could not find the exit.

If you change to a overlooking perspective, you will find that no matter how many designs there are, it is still a dead end, just looking more complicated.

He felt that if he wanted to find the root cause of Ye Han's problem, he had to break free from the constraints of these symptoms.

However, jumping out of the symptoms itself is contrary to the doctor's most basic diagnostic idea. Because only when there are symptoms can the patient's condition be considered. Even the symptoms are abandoned, how can I diagnose it?

"I always feel that something is missing..."

Qi Jing took out the envelope that Mr. Qiu had given him before from his bag, and all Ye Han's experiences were hidden inside.

She returned to the United States at the age of fifteen and completed her university studies in the United States, majoring in art photography. However, before her current job, she had another job, outdoor photography. In fact, it cannot be considered a formal job, and she should be more inclined toward interests and hobbies.

Just like work, she wasn't single all the time before she met Yang Zesheng.

The United States is open and free, and the American people are also open and free like their country, doing whatever they want. It is as casual as having sex in junior high and high school, and things in bed are also so common that they can no longer be common.

It should be because he was suppressed too hard in China before. After entering university, Ye Han fell in love with a reporter who came to teach classes in the school.

Maybe he is tall and handsome, maybe the other party has too strong photography skills, or maybe the other party has too exciting and rich work experience. In short, Ye Han completely fell in love with this guy. Against the background of freedom of marriage, she got married the year she just graduated from college.

That marriage was concealed from many people, including her classmates, friends, parents and now Yang Zesheng.

As for how Qiu Xueting got the news, Qi Jing didn't know or wanted to know. He only knew that the news was very exciting. As long as he found a chance to shake it out, with Yang Zesheng's traditional tutoring and personality, this love was basically ruined.

According to the previous pre-design plan, he and Lu Zishan took action separately. Lu Zishan collected other black materials from Ye Han, while Qi Jing quietly stuffed all of Ye Han's things into Yang Zesheng's arms at the right time.

As expected, once this thunder explodes, Qi Jing's goal will be completed.

But now Qi Jing changed his mind. He didn't want to detonate the thunder, so he had to cover it. At least before Lu Zishan could talk to her about the past, she would have to cover it. Exploding early would only make Qi Jing lose the opportunity to dig out the cause of the disease. He was not that stupid.

Unfortunately, the amount of information in the envelope is still limited.

Who was Ye Han’s marriage partner? Qiu Xueting only wrote a sentence like “American white man, reporter and photographer”. When it comes to specific names, work locations, home address, etc., it is gone, and Qi Jing’s detailed experience that he values ​​more is even more blank.

Qi Jing looked at the content in the envelope and thought for a long time, but finally looked lonely.

When he was about to calm down his mind and leave the ramen shop, Lu Zishan sent him a very strange text message: [Ye Han seems to have no interest in Tokyo Tower. We went up and walked around and got off. Now we don’t know where to go]

Qi Jing frowned and raised his hand to look at the watch and found that it was only less than 6 o'clock now.

It was the warm and comfortable autumn, and God still rarely put away the rain. The evening should be the best time for Tokyo Tower. Watching the sun set, until the entire Tokyo is filled with lights under the night, the gradient feeling is the most intoxicating.

Whether it is Yang Zesheng or Qi Jing, they all think that Ye Han, who likes Japan, will not let go of this Tokyo landmark building.

However, reality slapped all of them in the face. Ye Han did not stay too much on the Tokyo Tower. He just looked at the scenery in the distance, took a few photos and shouted that he was hungry and went down the tower.

【Where are you going now?】

【From her attitude, it seems she is going back to Shinjuku】

【Back to the hotel?】

【No, I said I went to Kabukicho】

【Yang Zesheng is going?】

【It's Ye Han, she said there is a lot of food there, so I want to go and have a look】

Eat?

Qi Jing looked at the text message and didn't understand: There are many places to eat, so why do you need to go there?

Before, Yang Zesheng set up a hotel in Shinjuku, but he suspected that this brat wanted to go to Kabukicho to make the world more popular. After all, it is the most famous entertainment venue in Tokyo. Of course, there are also catering, bars and cinemas, but the main products are still the services.

After chatting for a few words, Qi Jing found that Yang Zesheng was quite at ease, and it was probably just a coincidence to choose Shinjuku.

He didn't think too much and replied to a message: [Does she know what she is doing there?]

【It should be known】

[It's not just a synonym for customs. If there is an industry, it must be related to "black". Are you going to go now?]

【Um】

【Be careful, I shouldn’t be much slower than you do】

Kabukicho looked at the bright lights and wine, but it was actually too petty. The whole street was not long and the shops were very limited. It was only a small place that could be considered lively.

Moreover, public security is not very good, it is a very serious place for black people to eat black people. Although the rectification efforts began to increase after 2004, there were mixed things and it has been deeply rooted for so many years. It is impossible to uproot it at one time.

After getting off the subway, the group of three rushed to that place.

From the distance, Lu Zishan knew that there was a bad place in front of him.

As soon as I crossed the street, someone in neat suits came to Yang Zesheng. The content of the opening chat was nothing more than a warm greeting. Then I began to ask where to come, and then spared no effort to recommend various "service" products in my hand. Discounts, discounts, and various recharge activities, and they tried their best to attract customers.

Yang Zesheng was not interested in these things, and he rejected the kindness of several people one after another, thinking that it was nothing, but unexpectedly, as he walked, someone began to look at Ye Han.

The people who came were wearing non-mainstream hairstyles, with various colors. They looked very thin, wearing expensive brand suits, and felt noble in every move. Ye Han seemed to be very fond of this outfit, and could walk by and chat with a few words, while Lu Zishan avoided it, and two words "Cowherd" popped up in his mind.

Fortunately, after learning that they were not locals, these "young brothers" dispersed one after another, but Lu Zishan was still a little worried: "Xiaohan, aren't you tired after playing for a day?"

"It's okay." Ye Han put his hand on his forehead and said with a smile, "Not tired."

"I heard that the places where you eat here are not formal, and you often cheat money."

"Is that true?" Ye Han showed a surprised expression.

"My customer had warned me before." Lu Zishan was wise and made up a reason, "She has been to Japan several times and has suffered losses. After all, it is a place for travel check-in, and there are more or less unruly shops."

"But I really want to go to a Japanese restaurant inside."

At this time, Yang Zesheng also ran forward and advised: "Ms. Lu's words make sense. There are also Japanese cuisine shops outside, so there is no need to come here. I set a seat for dinner in the morning, which is also Japanese cuisine. If I rush back now, it should be too late."

When the two of them said this, Ye Han finally changed his mind.

However, just as the three of them were about to leave, a "wonderful" scene suddenly appeared at the intersection of the street that could only be seen on Japanese TV. With a few shouts of thick black, the gate of a restaurant was kicked away, and then a table that was broken in half and a chair with two legs broke out.

Then there was a ping-and-pong fight.

After the first round of lively, two strong men ran into the store. They were still wearing very clean suits, but those two faces that were not convinced by no one, they all knew what they were doing.

The three of them didn't know Japanese very well, so they could speak simple daily words at most, but the swearing tremolo that penetrated into their ears from time to time was very familiar with them.

"Are you fighting?"

"It looks like." Yang Zesheng walked to Ye Han naturally, "We'd better leave quickly, it's really not safe here."

"It's okay, they don't even have guns, how could it affect us?" Ye Han seemed very interested in street fights. He held Yang Zesheng's arm and watched with relish. "Zesheng, look, someone is here to help!!"

The reinforcements of both sides were very fast. Many people gathered at the scene on the streets and the scenes of the incident. They fought alone and instantly rose to the point of group fight. The key was that no one was convinced, and everyone was holding the big guy in their hands, waiting for the leader to give orders.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you beat me?"

"I guess no one dares to take action first."

"What's there to hesitate about this..."

When Ye Han was a little disappointed, the negotiations between the bosses of the two sides broke down. There was a loud roar on the field and the left side launched an attack first. Suddenly, iron rods were coming and shouting, and the battle soon entered a white-hot state.

The violence under the erotic appearance is the daily life of Kabukicho. Those who fight in front are all men, and the real purpose is not only to save their own face, but also to the girl behind them.

Anyone with a good girl will have a business, which is an eternal truth. If you want to protect your girl, you have to arrange a "protect" team for them, and the struggle between various forces began like this.

In fact, judging from the scale of the fight, the number of people is not large, and it would be nice to have a dozen people to die. Compared with the big scenes in China in the past, these are just small fuss.

Ye Han seems to have seen the world, and he seems to be at ease. Lu Zishan has never seen a fight, but she has seen many people who go in to squat after the fight, and has seen many. So among the three, Yang Zesheng, who has been working in the laboratory, was the most nervous.

There was no trace of these people in his life experience. From school to work, Yang Zesheng met elites in learning and scientific research.

But now the elites are completely useless, so he can only watch some people occupy the entire street intersection step by step and block their way: "Why haven't the police come yet?"

"It's only a few minutes, so it's not that fast." Ye Han smiled and picked up the camera and said, "In fact, it's good to stand here and watch the fun. I heard that fighting has been rare in recent years."

Before she finished speaking, as the shooting angle changed, the sound of the shutter kept ringing in her hand.

Fortunately, the Tokyo police were quite dedicated, and Kabukicho was also a popular place for police officers. Soon several police cars drove over. At first, they were all ordinary policemen who got off the bus, and they had nothing to do, so they could only scold them from afar. But gradually, a riot shield began to appear, and the scene immediately became different.

The gangster just now quickly dispersed the birds and beasts, and the two elder brothers in the lead lost their previous fierce aura. One of them was quicker and fled, while the other was unfortunately surrounded and had to be arrested obediently.

Kabukicho is the gray area of ​​the entire Tokyo, with black and white intertwined. Ye Han looked at the precious photos taken in the camera and showed a smile on his face.

However, the change in her mood came very suddenly. She was glad that she had encountered good materials the next second, but the next second she felt uneasy because of the changes in her body.

Just a camera placing her, she suddenly felt her head drowsy and her vision began to blur. Walking beside Yang Zesheng and listening to the two of them commented in her ears, the discomfort of yesterday began to slowly emerge again.

Chest tightness, pain in both hands and arms, dizziness, fatigue...

Has the medicine worked?
Chapter completed!