Chapter 2029: I don't know what a good title for this standalone chapter is

I don't know what a good title for this standalone chapter is.

Eleven days, the overdue monthly ticket updates finally showed a glimmer.

A ten-thousand-word minimum, plus 113 chapters—I really gave it my all. But today's standalone chapter isn't about that.

Today's two seemingly identical diarrhea cases stem from a comment left a few days ago by a reader.

Diarrhea for five years—please forgive me for using your medical history.

You said, after five years of treatment with no cure, finally taking a very cheap medicine cured it, and you felt an impulse to...

Well, please don't be anxious; let's address the doubts of those readers in the reader circle who are inquiring about the condition, together.

Today, both of these five-year diarrhea cases are individual case reports. Finding this in a huge database was still difficult, but I insisted on doing it because I want you to know.

Diagnosis is really difficult, especially for some rare diseases. Although the symptoms look the same, diagnosis and treatment vary endlessly.

I'm just an ordinary little doctor; readers jokingly say my role is Su Yun. Actually, I'll say it plainly here: my role is Liu Xu zhi, and I see the most of myself in him.

Exhausted, worn down by life... I won't nag about this.

One of these cases just needs a few cents' worth of metronidazole; the other requires Shou Bing treatment. This is only about parasites—I haven't even mentioned the myriad immune-related causes of diarrhea.

That's how diagnosis is: over a hundred possible causes of diarrhea are what I can barely think of; my level is low, and there are even more I can't think of.

But there really are more causes of diarrhea out there!

I sincerely suggest: if the local hospital can't figure it out, go to a higher-level hospital. It's not that doctors aren't trying; it's just their level of expertise.

People aren't the same. Eleven days after finishing Global High Martial Arts, its sales are still higher than mine—the gap is obvious.

If even a higher-level hospital fails, there's an even higher one; if we can't even get seen at Xiehe, then we'll accept it. At least that's what I think—please forgive me, Title: Teacher of other hospitals, for my blind admiration of Xiehe.

I know it's hard for you; I especially Understanding, as I've said before I also got sick and went onto the operating table. Zheng Lao Ban is just a fictional character—he never misdiagnosed, and he never will.

Knowing it's hard for you, I especially Understanding, I previously said I also got sick, have been on the operating table. Zheng Lao Ban is just a virtual character created, throughout there was no misdiagnosis, and there won't be any in the future.

I've talked a lot; let's leave it here. I've written over ten thousand words, about two patients with five-year diarrhea, hoping you can understand my meaning.

I won't speak for anyone else; I'm just sharing my feelings and suggestions.

Jiu Gong... wishing you and all the readers good health, peace, and happiness.

Asking for tickets for this standalone chapter; I estimate that after Ming the day after tomorrow, once all the overdue updates are done, it can be posted, and I'm secretly pleased.

Another Jiu Gong, ninety degrees.

Again Jiu Gong, ninety degrees.