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Chapter 149

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They had watched that kid from the Huo family grow up. He had been like a little old man since he was a child. How could he be so lucky? How could he find such a likable girl as his wife?

Just then, someone knocked on the door twice.

The nurse walked in and reminded him, "Old Master, it's time to take your medicine."

Hearing this, Old Master Huo frowned.

The others also frowned.

"What medicine? I'm not sick! If it weren't for these old guys, I wouldn't stay in your hospital! "

"I'm doing this to accompany Old Shen."

"Yes, me too."

Song Yaoyao blinked and asked curiously, "Grandpa, are you afraid of taking medicine?"

"Ahem –"

She hit the nail on the head.

It was said that old people were children. They usually took medicine by coaxing, but no one dared to say this in front of them.

The nurse was stunned and her gaze fell on Song Yaoyao.

"Who's afraid of taking medicine? But what's the use of that medicine? I've been taking it for so many years, and my body is still like this. I think I can live longer if I don't take it. "

Old Master Shen found it funny. "I'm already so old. I've already seen through it –"

After saying this, the air was faintly filled with sadness.

Song Yaoyao pursed her little mouth and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Old Master Huo patted her head and glared at Old Master Shen impatiently. "What's wrong with you? Can you not say such depressing things in front of a child? Won't the child be sad when she hears it? "

Song Yaoyao licked her lips and suddenly asked, "Nurse, can I see what medicine they're taking?"

Old Master Huo's body was still considered healthy. Among the four elders, Old Master Shen's health was the worst. Song Yaoyao didn't check his pulse, but from his purple lips and the occasional cough when he played cards, she guessed that he was probably suffering from uremia.

Uremia wasn't an independent disease, but a clinical syndrome common to all kinds of advanced kidney diseases.

The more advanced the treatment, the more painful it was.

Hemodialysis, peritoneal dialysis, kidney transplant.

There were only three options. Moreover, Old Master Shen was already so old. The risk of a kidney transplant was actually very high.

Moreover, Song Yaoyao did not know if he had undergone a kidney transplant before.

If he had done it, but his condition still worsened, then it would be a little tricky.

"Ah?" The nurse was amused. "Young lady, are you studying medicine?"

Song Yaoyao nodded, then shook her head. "I know a little, but I'm studying Chinese medicine."

"Chinese medicine …"

The nurse's eyes flashed. "Then I guess even if I give you the medicine, you won't be able to tell the effects of the medicine. Western medicine is different from Chinese medicine."

She tried her best to maintain her smile so that she wouldn't show her contempt.

What era is it now? Why is there still a Chinese medicine practitioner?

"If she wants to see it, then just show it to her. What's the point of saying so much nonsense?"

Old Master Huo glanced at her impatiently. "What? Are you looking down on traditional Chinese medicine? "

Song Yaoyao's grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, but she also knew that the outside world was biased against traditional Chinese medicine. They thought that traditional Chinese medicine was slow to take effect and was particularly troublesome to decoct. Basically, when everyone was sick, they would go to the hospital to see a doctor. Very few people would choose traditional Chinese medicine.

However, her grandfather had dedicated his life to traditional Chinese medicine, which he loved, and was respected by many people. Now that she heard the nurse's words, there was a faint disdain for traditional Chinese medicine. She sat in front of Old Master Huo and didn't say anything. Although she was a little angry, as her grandfather had said, she couldn't change other people's thoughts and prejudices, but she could change herself.

As long as she had a clear conscience, it was fine.

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