Curing a Disease
What the hell was this about seeing an old Chinese doctor! What exactly happened in the few days she was gone?
The corner of Qiao Qiao's eyes twitched as she asked, "Shaochen, are you sure you know what you're talking about?"
He Shaochen nodded affirmatively. He walked forward and hugged her waist, his eyes shining. "I know. Your infertility problem can be solved."
That old Chinese doctor was not really useless. It was not accurate to say that. He was indeed very useless, but the old Chinese doctor's wife's ancestral secret prescription was indeed miraculous. Although it was only in terms of preventing miscarriage and nourishing the fetus, in the beginning, with this ancestral secret prescription, the old Chinese doctor was indeed very famous in this area.
However, his wife was ambitious. She actually wanted to rely on this itinerary to become the village's specialty. When the villagers heard that there was a possibility of earning money, they also joined in the commotion. In the beginning, those who came were all begging for a son, a daughter, or to cure infertility. Later on, some exaggerated rumors spread from who knows where, saying that it could cure all diseases. After that, the rumors became more and more ridiculous.
The old Chinese doctor wanted to stop, but when he saw that he was earning a lot of money every day, the desire in his heart could not be stopped. In a moment of greed, he did not think of stopping, and now that things had gotten out of hand, it was impossible to stop.
Humans were always loyal to their desires.
"Then why did the police cover up this matter?" Qiao Qiao did not understand.
According to the old Chinese doctor's explanation, it was because the mayor of E City had come because of his reputation. His wife was also infertile, so the old Chinese doctor's family handed over the ancestral secret prescription. In the end, the mayor brought a son over to thank him the next year. After that, the old Chinese doctor's family was even richer.
With the mayor's protection, they became more and more fearless.
After hearing this absurd and bizarre story, Qiao Qiao did not know whether to be happy or disappointed.
She was happy that she could finally give birth, but this so-called old divine doctor was a fellow who deceived the world. He Shaochen's cold illness was still unresolved. Even if she could give birth, what was the use?
"So, you can cure my infertility, right?" Qiao Qiao asked.
"Erm, I'm not sure about that …" After being intimidated by He Shaochen, the old doctor didn't dare to lie anymore. He said honestly, "After all, everyone's body condition is different. However, those who took my daughter-in-law's secret recipe all gave birth to a son the next day."
"So effective?"
Qiao Qiao was a little suspicious.
"Whether it works or not, Madam will only know after you eat it."
The old Chinese doctor gave the ancestral secret prescription to Qiao Qiao and the others, and then repeatedly promised that he would not do anything fraudulent again.
Before Qiao Qiao and the others left, the old Chinese medicine doctor said, "Madam doesn't look well. Her body should be very weak. She's afraid of the cold and sleepy."
"You can tell?"
Qiao Qiao raised her eyebrows.
Her body had always been weak, and because of the abortion medicine, it had completely ruined her body. It would take a long time for her to recover.
The old Chinese medicine doctor smiled honestly and said, "Although I'm not as good as people say, I'm still a doctor after all. For some difficult and complicated diseases, I'm quite knowledgeable."
As he spoke, the chubby old woman behind him also walked forward with an awkward smile. She handed Qiao Qiao a bag of Chinese medicine wrapped in brown paper and said: "Go back and boil this medicine. Use a small fire to boil it into a bowl of medicine. Take it twice a day. In less than a month, your body will have a great improvement. It's better to wait until your body and bones are well before considering the matter of pregnancy."
Qiao Qiao took the medicine and thanked her politely.
She thought for a moment and asked, "Well, about my husband's illness …"
"We've seen Mr. He's illness yesterday. I'm sorry, with my medical skills, I can't do anything."
The old Chinese medicine doctor said regretfully.
"… Is that so?" A trace of disappointment flashed across Qiao Qiao's eyes.
He Shaochen went up and put his arm around her shoulder. He said to the old Chinese medicine doctor's family, "I can't send you to the police station, but you can't do these fake things in the future. I've already sent someone to talk to the mayor."
"Yes, yes, yes! We'll do as you say! "
After returning, He Shaochen gathered many famous doctors and did a thorough investigation of the medicine's composition. After confirming that there was no harmful composition, he dared to give the medicine to Qiao Qiao.
At night, after Qiao Qiao finished drinking the medicine, He Shaochen took the bowl of medicine away and smiled faintly. "Actually, it's not bad to go out occasionally. Who knows, you might meet a strange person one day."
Qiao Qiao's mouth tasted bitter. She was afraid of bitterness the most, but now, she felt that this bitterness was nothing.
She was actually a little depressed. Compared to her infertility, she was more concerned about He Shaochen's illness. If possible, she hoped that the old Chinese medicine doctor could cure He Shaochen's illness.
She nodded sullenly in response to He Shaochen's words.
Then she took his hand and felt his body temperature.
Cold.
Colder than a few days ago.
If it were her, she would definitely go crazy if her body was so cold. However, He Shaochen did not say a word. Even his expression did not change. However, Qiao Qiao knew that He Shaochen was also in pain. It was just that he had never shown his pain in front of her.
He was probably afraid that she would be sad.
Therefore, she could not be sad at all. Even if she knew everything, she had to smile and pretend that she did not know anything. She had to accompany He Shaochen until the last moment.
"Shaochen!"
Qiao Qiao suddenly propped herself up and threw herself on He Shaochen.
Without any warning.
He Shaochen put the medicine bowl aside and helped Qiao Qiao up. He said gently, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Qiao did not say anything. She just hugged He Shaochen tighter.
She leaned her face against his strong and powerful chest. She did not want him to see her expression at this time.
She did not want to lose him. She really did not want to.
There was no news from Freya. The hope of curing He Shaochen's cold disease was getting slimmer and slimmer. However, He Shaochen's life was passing away little by little.
What should she do?
"Haha … When did you become so clingy?" He Shaochen's helpless sigh sounded in the room.
Qiao Qiao shook her head. Her voice was a little hoarse. She said in a low voice, "Let me hold you like this. Please."
He Shaochen smiled bitterly and said, "Don't you feel cold holding me like this?"
He knew how cold his body was. The reason why he could still stay normal was that he was used to it. He was used to it almost numb. Then he did not feel cold.
Qiao Qiao continued to shake her head. Her voice became hoarse.
"I'm not cold. It's very comfortable to hold you like this."
In fact, it was really cold.
It was so cold that even the tip of her heart was trembling.
"Shaochen …"
"Yes?"
"No, I just want to call you."
"…"
"Shaochen …"
"Yes?"
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