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   A group of people looked at Song Xuelin who silently took out his mobile phone to answer.

   is a call from the little idiot senior, Song Xuelin Wen Yiqing Fan Er raised his eyebrows and pressed the button.

   "Are you back?" Huang Zhilei asked in a low voice.

   "Well." Song Xuelin responded.

   "Brother Cao is with you? I just couldn't get through to him."

  Cao Yong's phone line was obviously occupied by the gang of people on fire.

   "What's the matter?" Cao Yong saw that there was a situation in the department, and quickly reached out and took the other party's phone to listen.

   "Senior brother." Huang Zhilei reported, "That person ran away."

   "Who ran away?" Cao Yong almost scolded the junior brother for making a report without a head or tail.

After being reprimanded, Huang Zhilei reorganized his thoughts and gave a report: "The nurse said that he thought he was not in the ward in the afternoon and went to the hyperbaric oxygen chamber for treatment by himself. He was able to move by himself, accompanied by a manager, and had done hyperbaric oxygen several times, knowing that How to get there is very familiar with the road, and we don't need our people to accompany him. Just now at about five o'clock, the doctor in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber was going to leave work, and he called us to ask why we didn't see the patient for treatment. Only then did we know that he did not follow us. I ran out of the hospital after asking for leave.”

   You don’t need to report your name. When you hear the word broker, you know it’s the only star patient Fang Qinsu who recently lived in the National Association for Neurosurgery.

   Losing a patient in the hospital is a big deal, no matter what identity the person is, he is a patient like a star. Refer to that night when Li Yaxi ran out of the ward by himself, the nurses and doctors panicked.

   "Have you called the patient and my agent?" Cao Yong asked carelessly.

   "Someone answered the phone, whether it was the patient or my agent." Fang Qinsu said.

   It stands to reason that without a manager to accompany Song Xuelin, it is very unlikely that Song Xuelin wants to come out of the hospital alone.

   followed by Xie Wanying, who heard the content of the call, and said suddenly, "Yes."

   Others look at you and ask questions.

   "Senior brother, maybe I remember." Xie Wanying said.

   "Do I remember?" Wu Shanzhi, who was on the other side of the phone, heard it, and shouted, his tone overflowing with wonder.

  Song Xuelin had amnesia for a few years, and now it can be imagined that seeking treatment is not much difficult, not to mention the kind of amnesia with non-organic problems, whether it can be cured is a stroke of luck.

   "Clash of colors?"

   Hearing Senior Brother Cao's light question mark tone on the phone, Fang Qinsu immediately closed his mouth and slurped that he had said the wrong thing.

  Anyone can be a winner, and the most likely one is a doctor who is academically stubborn. Besides, it is possible for a clinical doctor to make a treatment plan without any medical basis. The treatment plan that "strucks the color" must be unfounded. It is a violation of the rules of medical practice.

   Hypobaric oxygen therapy was mentioned next time. Although Xie explained to the patient a lot of things, he may be breathing depression and brain hypoxia, and he needs low-pressure oxygen to refill the patient's brain with oxygen to recede. The patient's psychiatrist listens to his side, so why can't a neurologist be led by the nose.

   "I have psychogenic amnesia." Fang Qinsu moved his brain on his brother's urging, "Yingying gave me low-pressure oxygen for relaxation training, and it seems to be effective."

  Injecting a little oxygen to let the patient breathe and relax is the relaxation training that Xie created for the patient. Relaxation training is a widely used behavioral therapy in psychology.

   (end of this chapter)