"Banxia, how sure are you?" Wei Yuan asked.
Liu Banxia shook his head. "I don't know. Did the patient mention any symptoms of muscle pain?"
Wei Yuan also shook his head. "The patient didn't say. He had just regained consciousness from a coma, and speaking was very difficult for him."
"It was only after you mentioned Grandpa Cao that I remembered. The reason I diagnosed him back then was because I smelled the scent of rotten apples on him," Liu Banxia said after a moment's thought.
"And your mentioning it made me realize: when the patient was wheeled past us, I don't think I smelled it. Try to recall, did you smell it when you first saw the patient?"
Wei Yuan thought carefully and shook his head. "I was wearing a mask, so I didn't notice it at the time. If it's actually confirmed as rhabdomyolysis, I owe you a pig's foot."
Liu Banxia waved his hand. "Let's wait for the lab results. These two diseases have many similarities, but they also have slight differences."
