"Page 12 of Lin Chen's physical examination report contains the death code for the entire city.
When his systolic blood pressure soared to 190mmHg, the college entrance examination examination room from twenty years ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes - every time the mercury column of the blood pressure monitor rose by one level, the wrong application he filled out back then became a dagger stabbing at the school district housing contract. Every department in this hospital is a place of execution: the probe in the B-ultrasound room can illuminate the bones in the wall of the school district, the fluctuation curve of the electrocardiogram is the interest bill of the plastic surgery loan, and even the needles used to draw blood are linked to the square dance aunt's money laundering dark network.
Here it is:
■ One parent group chat, ultrasound can penetrate a layer of sin
■ If the number of WeChat steps exceeds 10,000, the hospital bed will automatically slide to the morgue
■ The roaring sound waves of the tutoring homework shattered the glass wall of the blood test department
Holding the test sheet that said 'high triglycerides', Lin Chen's pupils bled from predicting the future. He will take his mother, a doctor who forged medical records, the square dance leader who stole blood samples, and the accountant who used his pension to speculate in stocks, to decipher the most absurd truth among twelve departments:
Every abnormal data on the physical examination report is a surrender letter written by middle-aged people to life.
But when Lin Chen tore open the magnetic stripe of the medical insurance card, what was reflected in the crack was the payment slip for his wife's abortion surgery. It turns out that all department directors are vegetative people trapped in mortgage and car loans in the real world. The last call reminder sounded, and the middle-aged man soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup faced the ultimate choice:
Destroy this book of life and death built with physical examination indicators, or live forever in the warm water cage of 'sub-health'?
There are no medically qualified people in this war, only gamblers who have not been diagnosed with illness for the time being. "
