"Why don't we ask Dr. Chen to come and have a look?" After saying that, the woman immediately realized that she had said something wrong.
"Please don't mind me. I didn't mean anything else."
She had obviously committed a big taboo. She had said to ask another doctor in front of one doctor. This showed that she did not trust the doctor's ability. It was like saying that another woman was beautiful in front of one's wife.
"It's okay. I know you are anxious." Li Shengrong waved his hand to show that he did not care. At his current age, level, and state of mind, he did not care much about these things. Moreover, there was a layer of relationship in it. Otherwise, he would not have appeared there.
"I can't treat it. That stinky guy is also terrible. You can ask him to have a try."
"OK."
"Wait a minute. You don't have to run away. I'll ask him to come over." Li Shengrong made a phone call.
"Stop playing chess. OK, I'll pick you up in a car later." After saying a few words, she hung up the phone.
"OK, you can arrange a car to pick him up."
"Oh, OK."
The woman immediately arranged a car to pick up Dr. Chen. After nearly an hour, the skinny old man arrived at the hospital.
"Stinky guy, did you lose again?" Li Shengrong asked as soon as he saw him.
Chen Zhouchuan snorted coldly and did not say anything.
"Where is he?"
"He is in the ward." The woman hurriedly led the way. "Why don't you stop talking?"
On the hospital bed, Hou Shida had just fallen asleep. It was a rare rest time for him. The pain might break out at any time. When that time came, it would be like a year. He even wanted to die.
Chen Zhouchuan came to the bed and checked his pulse.
"Well, it's a strange pulse." He frowned.
"His head, abdomen, and meridians are blocked in many places. Logically speaking, such a situation should not happen at such a young age." He also felt that it was very troublesome.
"Cut the crap. Is there any way?"
"I can try to solve the problem of the abdomen, but I can't do anything about the problem of the head," the old man said.
"Also, he is young and doesn't learn well. You have to teach him something," Chen Zhouchuan said mercilessly.
"Ai." The woman hurriedly nodded. Not to mention that she had something to ask of them, even if it was a normal day, these two old men would say the same thing.
"Wait until he wakes up."
Seeing that the young man would not wake up for a while, the two of them bid farewell and left.
"Hey, stinky bastard, wait for me!" Li Shengrong shouted.
"What do you want?" Chen Zhouchuan said unhappily. "Don't look for me for such things in the future. Don't you know what kind of person Hou Shida is?"
Young Master Hou did not have a good reputation in Jing City. He was different from Guo Zhenghe. He could not be compared with Su Xiaoxue, who was the daughter of an aristocratic family that everyone loved. For such a playboy, Young Master Hou disdained to help.
"Hey, you know my relationship with their family. Just this once, just this once!" Li Shengrong hurriedly apologized.
"However, that kid's illness is quite strange."
"He deserves it, he only has himself to blame!"
"Hey, why are you getting more and more stubborn? Did you quarrel with your sister-in-law?"
"No."
"I just made some good tea. Do you want to try it?"
"I'm not going."
After that, Chen Zhouchuan left without looking back.
"Hey, this old stubborn guy!" Li Shengrong was a little confused. He did not know what had happened to his old friend and why his temper had become so bad.
However, since Chen Zhouchuan had agreed, it was a good thing. He knew his old friend's methods. Chen Zhouchuan's research and treatment of meridians was indeed a little better than his. Of course, it was only a little better.
The sky soon turned dark.
That day, Wang Yao went to Nanshan Hill early. He needed to decoct two decoctions for the next day.
One decoction was Anshensan, which helped the old man calm down and sleep.
The other decoction was Primordial Spirit Soup, which was mainly used to restore the old man's vitality.
These two decoctions were enough to solve the old man's problem.
He had brewed these two potions many times. It was very easy for him to brew them. However, it still took time to brew them. It wasn't because he was proficient now, or because of the improvement of his ability, that he could greatly reduce the time needed to brew the potion.
That night, in a hotel in Lianshan County.
"Dad, how do you feel?" the middle-aged man asked his father softly.
"Well, the headache is better. It's effective," the old man said. The old man said. His head hadn't hurt since he came out of the clinic, which made him very happy.
"That's good. You should rest early."
"Oh, you should also go to bed early. You've been tired all day."
At night, the old man felt good in the first half of the night. After that, his head began to hurt again. However, the pain was not as bad. It was intermittent. Anyway, he did not sleep well. Compared to the past, this was considered light.
The sky gradually brightened.
"Ah, it's another night!" The old man rubbed his forehead.
He did not have a good rest the night before, but it was considered good. At least, he fell asleep. The quality of sleep for the first half of the night was not bad.
"Dad, did you sleep last night?" the middle-aged man asked during breakfast.
"Yes, I slept quite well, especially for the first half of the night," the old man said.
"Wait here. I'll get you the decoction."
"Oh, OK."
Before 8 a.m., the middle-aged man had already arrived in the mountain village and waited outside the clinic. Wang Yao usually went down the mountain at 8 a.m.
"Dr. Wang."
"Hey, you're early."
"I just arrived."
After entering the clinic, Wang Yao took out the two decoctions that he had decocted the day before and told him how to use them.
"Two decoctions for a three-day course of treatment."
"Oh, I'll remember it all," the middle-aged man said.
Then, it was time to pay the bill. The price of the Primordial Spirit Soup was not very expensive. The price of a few hundred yuan was acceptable to most families. However, the price of the Anshensan surprised him.
It was indeed expensive.
"Do we need to continue to stay here?"
"Come back in three days."
"OK," the middle-aged man replied. Anyway, he had already stayed there for a few days. Three more days would not make a difference. The main purpose of his visit was to help his father see the doctor.
After seeing the middle-aged man off, a total of three people came to the clinic in the morning. It was a leisurely day.
Thousands of miles away, in a hospital in Jing …
Chen Zhouchuan had just finished giving Hou Shida an injection.
Ah!
The young man wailed and rolled on the bed in pain.
"It hurts, it hurts so much. Old man, do you know how to treat me?" Because of the pain, he spoke without thinking. His mother did not stop him in time.
Humph!
Chen Zhouchuan snorted coldly. He then packed his things and left.
"You only have yourself to blame!"
"Ah, you're so smelly." Li Shengrong wanted to stop his old friend, but he was pushed away by his friend's outstretched arm.
The doctor sighed.
"Dr. Li, look."
"I don't know what to do," Li Shengrong helplessly said.
"You can't just let Shida be like this, can you?" Her son was simply living a life of suffering. He was better off dead. As a mother, how could she not be distressed? At this time, she would rather he be the one suffering.
"I don't know what to do," Li Shengrong said.
"Then, what can we do?"
"I can't treat him, but someone should be able to," Li Shengrong said as he looked at Hou Shida, who was lying on the bed and struggling in pain.
"Who is it? Where is he?"
"A young man named Wang Yao, but he is not in Jing at this time."
"Where is he?"
"In a small mountain village."
"What?" The woman was stunned.
A small mountain village?
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