These were all extremely rare materials, accumulations of experience, and things that could be passed on.
When treating some special diseases, the same or similar cases would often be used to determine the treatment plan and choose the drugs.
This morning, Wang Yao went to the People's Hospital in Lianshan County again to treat Li Maoshuang's uncle.
"Dr. Wang, how is my father?"
It was not convenient to be in the ward. Li Maoshuang's cousin asked Wang Yao in the corner of the corridor.
"His condition is stable," Wang Yao said.
"There is a trend of improvement."
"Oh, good, good. Thank you!"
"I'll go first."
"Let's have lunch together at noon."
"No." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.
"Is this the treatment fee?" He had asked this question more than once.
"Let's talk about it later," Wang Yao said.
The reason why he tried to treat the patient was first because of Li Maoshuang's request, and second, because the system suddenly issued a task. The treatment itself was experimental. All the drugs used were licorice roots, and the price was extremely high. According to the previous charging standard, it would be at least one million yuan. However, Wang Yao had been thinking about whether the price was appropriate for experimental treatment with the patient's body and life.
In the future, he would try to understand these things as much as possible before the treatment. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
This matter could only be put aside temporarily and discussed later.
It was not a prescription provided by the system, so the price could be set by him.
The conversation between them was heard by others.
In the ward, a family member accompanying the patient asked his cousin, "I think your father looks good!"
"Ah, much better."
"Brother, do you want to go out for a smoke?" The family member accompanying the patient asked Li Maoshuang's cousin to go out.
After lighting the cigarette, the family member asked, "Well, can Dr. Wang cure this disease?"
Li Maoshuang's cousin was stunned when he heard that.
There was no wall in the world that did not have a crack. Moreover, they were in the same ward. Wang Yao had come several times, so it was impossible to avoid him.
"He knows how to treat illnesses," he answered after thinking for a while.
"Well, can you ask him to take a look at my father?"
"Well, hehe." Li Maoshuang's cousin was in a dilemma.
He had heard from his cousin that Doctor Wang was already a great honor to be able to treat his father. Moreover, Doctor Wang was not confident that he could cure his father's disease. This was nonsense. Other than the gods, no one had absolute confidence that they could cure a terminal illness. The key was that he could not say this out loud.
"I'm sorry." He shook his head.
"Please tell him that we are willing to pay," the man said anxiously.
Seeing that the old man lying on the hospital bed was getting worse day by day, the attending doctor in the hospital also tactfully expressed his opinion.
In the past few days, he had found that the old man's complexion was obviously much better than his father's with the same terrible disease. He could talk and eat. His father did not even have much strength to speak. He breathed in more than he breathed out less. It seemed that he was going to die. The difference was that there seemed to be a young man in the clinic who came back every two days. He would feel the old man's pulse and bring something special to the old man, which was very much like decoction.
"Well, I don't want to make things difficult for you. Can I ask him next time when he comes?"
"Okay." Li Maoshuang's cousin nodded.
They were all children, so they could understand each other's feelings. …
In a house somewhere in Lianshan County …
"Mom, I have a stomachache." A child covered his stomach and shouted in pain. There were beads of sweat on his face.
"Xiaodou, what's wrong?" His mother was very anxious.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"Ah, I need to go to the toilet."
The child rushed into the toilet.
A moment later, there was a loud scream.
"What's wrong, Xiaodou?" The woman heard the scream and rushed into the toilet. She saw her son holding his pants and looking at the toilet bowl. His face was pale with fear.
The woman looked and saw there were more than a dozen worms in the feces in the toilet bowl. They were the size of small earthworms and were still wriggling.
"Oh my god!"
She hurriedly closed the toilet lid and flushed them down.
"Don't be afraid. These are the worms in your stomach. You'll be fine once they are out." She hugged her son and softly comforted him.
The child calmed down under the comfort of his mother.
"Mom, did the medicine work?"
"Yes, it must be," the woman said.
It seemed that the medicine prescribed by the young doctor was effective.
"Then, after I eat a few more times, my stomach won't hurt anymore and I won't vomit, right?"
"Yes, it will be fine in the future."
"Well, the child nodded obediently."
That afternoon, a guest came to Wang Yao's clinic.
It was Tian Yuantu.
"You haven't been here for a long time?"
"Have some tea."
The aroma of Keemun black tea was strong.
"I want to tell you something," Wang Yao said. "The charity foundation we organized is ready to open. We have to choose an auspicious day."
"We have to choose an auspicious day," Wang Yao said.
"Can you find someone to check the date?"
"OK, let everyone know when it's decided. We'll go together."
"OK."
"By the way, how's your company going?"
"It's listed."
"Can we make the deal?"
"No, we have to wait for a while," Tian Yuantu said.
"I saw construction workers in the village. Are they from Dao?"
"Oh, Sun Zhengrong bought two houses here. It's convenient for his son to see a doctor," Wang Yao said.
"Well, are there any vacant houses in your village?"
"I think there are two more." Wang Yao said. He had asked his father about this matter. There were two or three vacant houses in the village. They were the kind of old stone houses with a history of decades. No one lived in them.
"OK, I'll buy one when I have time."
"What do you want to do with it?"
"The quality of the air in the mountains is good," Tian Yuantu said with a smile.
Haha. Wang Yao laughed. It was said that the air in the mountains was good. If people from the big cities came to live there for a day or two, it would be good. It was fresh for a while, but it wouldn't take long. After living there for a week, people would feel bored.
There were no bars, no karaoke halls, no supermarkets, and no restaurants.
Life there was simple and plain. It was not as colorful as the big cities.
"I'll help you confirm it and let you know the news."
"OK." Tian Yuantu didn't lack money.
It didn't cost much to buy four big tile-roofed houses in such a mountain village. In such a place, far from the suburbs, there were no classics or resorts nearby. It was estimated that it would cost less than 100,000 yuan.
In fact, most of the young people in the village had moved to the city. Most of the people left were middle-aged people and old people.
"I'm leaving."
"OK, take care." Wang Yao walked him out of the door.
Buy a house and come to the village?
Tian Yuantu deliberately stopped when he walked into the village. He got out of the car and looked at the two newly built houses.
The design was very delicate. At first glance, he knew it was designed by a high-end designer. The two houses were connected to each other. There were eight big tile-roofed houses. It was very spacious. There could be a basketball court in the yard.
"Not bad!" He walked around and nodded.
He understood why Sun Zhengrong built such a house there. It should be for his son's illness. It was convenient for him to receive treatment.
In fact, there was no need for him to do that.
At about 5 p.m., Wang Yao closed the clinic and went home for dinner.
There was one more person at home.
It was Du Mingyang. He was helping Wang Yao's mother cook in the kitchen.
"Hey, you're back." He smiled and greeted Wang Yao.
"Hello." Wang Yao smiled and shook hands with him.
"You don't need to, Du. Go to the nest and talk with your uncle."
"OK."
"What's going on?" Wang Yao said.
"I don't know. He just came in the afternoon. He brought a lot of things."
"Does my sister know?"
"I guess she doesn't know," Zhang Xiuying said.
"I'll tell my sister."
"Don't. I think this young man is good. Let's observe him first."
"Observe? Mom, don't joke. If my sister doesn't agree, what are you observing?"
While they were talking, the iron door was opened with a bang. It was kicked open.
A woman rushed in from outside.
"Sister, why are you back? You don't have a holiday today, do you?"
"Cut the crap. Where is Du Mingyang?"
"He's in the house," Wang Ru said.
She rushed into the house like a gust of wind. In the living room, Du Mingyang was respectfully pouring water for her father.
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