Chapter 165
"Is that so?" Zhong's mother smiled. "You really should have come back earlier. You two are so absorbed in your business. Every time I cook, the food is cold by the time you get back. Today is good. You're back early, so you can finally have a hot meal. I don't have to keep heating it up for you."
Zhong Qiao stepped into the room. To prevent her mother from noticing anything was wrong, she intimately took her mother's arm and pushed her into the house. "Mom, I'm hungry. What delicious food did you make today?"
"Pork ribs in clear soup, steamed eggs, and a stir-fried winter melon," Zhong's mother replied, "all your favorites. Mrs. Qian's family also sent a plate of spicy stir-fried snails, which is perfect for your father to enjoy with his wine."
Mr. Zhong put aside his previous unpleasantness and walked into the door happily.
"This is such a great relationship! I haven't had spicy fried snails in a long time. Sister Qian's family is so thoughtful. They know what I like to eat and always think of me when they have something delicious."
Mother Zhong snorted softly: "Other people are considerate, but I am not considerate if I wash clothes and cook for you every day?"
Father Zhong quickly begged for mercy: "Thoughtful, you are thoughtful too. Everyone in this family knows that you are the busiest person. You take care of our daily lives very well."
Only then did Mrs. Zhong leave with satisfaction.
At the dinner table, Zhong Siqi lowered his head to eat, and Zhong's mother picked up some food for Zhong Qiao.
"You've been out a lot lately. Did something happen in the warehouse? You look tanned."
Zhong Qiao touched her face and it was true. She was exposed to the wind and sun every day. Although the interpersonal relationships in the warehouse had been rearranged by Jingui, she was very busy as new products were about to be launched.
"Nothing, just a little busy, so I kept an eye on it for a while longer." Zhong Qiao told the truth.
Mother Zhong nodded in understanding. "She does need to be watched a little longer. Jingui is a motivated child, but she still has a child to look after at home. Don't throw everything at her. Let her go back and spend some time with the child."
When talking about Jingui, Zhong's mother cried until her tears dried up. This poor child had the same miserable life as Qiao Qiao. She finally had a good life, but her husband died, leaving her a widow and a young son, and they were bullied. If she hadn't been lucky enough to meet Qiao Qiao, she would probably have died long ago.
Zhong Qiao responded with a smile, then looked up at his father who had been eating quietly beside him. Their eyes accidentally met, and they immediately looked away, fearing that their mother would see what was happening.
"Mom, I'm done eating." Zhong Siqi hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of rice and ran out.
"Hey, this kid." Mother Zhong hadn't even finished the food in her mouth when she saw a shadow flash out of the house. "It's strange, running outside every day."
Zhong Qiao also looked over curiously: "Mom, has he been running out a lot these days?"
"Can't it be more?" Mother Zhong got angry when she mentioned this. "I can't control him anymore. He's harder to control than a sow during Chinese New Year. He's not home every day. I don't know where he's been hanging out with his friends."
"Forget it." Mother Zhong was too lazy to care. "As long as he doesn't cause trouble for our family, let him be."
The matter was left unresolved. The next day, Zhong Qiao secretly asked Zhong's father to go out and meet him. The two of them went out one after the other and met at the corner in a tacit understanding.
Mr. Zhong glanced back and said, "Why do you keep asking me to come out? Don't let your mother find out, or there will be another quarrel."
"Dad, no matter what happens today, you have to come with me to Luo Xiu's place again. I've already sent someone a message asking him to help you take a look. He Bai is here too, so he should be able to figure out the reason."
Mr. Zhong was helpless with her: "If I don't go, you will keep pestering me. If your mother finds out, I will be finished. I can go with you, but you have to promise me one thing."
Zhong Qiao pricked up his ears to listen. Zhong's father said helplessly, "If we can't find the exact cause this time, forget it."
Zhong Qiao hesitated for a moment. This matter was very unusual, and she couldn't guarantee what was wrong with Zhong's father, but she was determined to find a way to find out the truth.
Seeing the rejection in Mr. Zhong's eyes, Zhong Qiao nodded guiltily, "Okay." He was determined to drag him along this time.
After getting her reply, Mr. Zhong reluctantly followed her to Luo Xiu's house. As for Ji Hebai and the others, they had been waiting for a long time.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhong Qiao saw bottles and jars, even acupuncture tools and acupuncture point maps on their table. The two people were wearing white coats and gloves, and they looked like they had been waiting for a long time.
"Uncle Zhong." Ji Hebai was the first to come over and say hello. Father Zhong smiled and nodded at him in a friendly manner.
However, Luo Xiu, who was standing by, was a little slow to react. When Zhong Qiao looked at him, he said awkwardly, "Hello, Uncle Zhong."
Mr. Zhong recognized him as the doctor he had been in the hospital with before and was about to exclaim, but when he met Zhong Qiao's gaze, he calmed down. He finally understood that it was fate and they had known each other for a long time.
Ji Hebai said, "Uncle Zhong, come with me." Then he showed the acupuncture and human body position chart behind him, as well as a bed.
Mr. Zhong looked bewildered: "What is this?"
Ji Hebai explained: "This is the method of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Uncle Zhong, since you have been examined in the hospital several times before, and Western medicine has not been able to diagnose your physical condition, then we can only try the method of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Don't worry, just get some sleep."
He thoughtfully prepared sleeping pills for Mr. Zhong. When Mr. Zhong heard that it was from traditional Chinese medicine, he did not reject it too much. He took it and drank it all in one gulp. About half a quarter of an hour later, as Zhong Qiao was anxiously waiting, the medicine took effect and he finally fell asleep.
"Wait here." Ji Hebai left Zhong Qiao in the living room after saying this, pulled the curtains, and began to check Zhong's father's physical condition with Luo Xiu.
Mr. Zhong had fallen into a deep sleep at this moment. Ji Hebai used the method recorded in ancient books, using silver needles to explore the body's blood vessels, and then using Chinese herbal medicine to force out the blood clots, and then judging by the blood. Luo Xiu assisted on the side.
Inserting the silver needles into the acupuncture points of the human body one by one to force out blood, Ji Hebai looked at the bright red blood on the silver needles and couldn't help falling into deep thought.
There is no problem.
"No problem." Luo Xiu took out the silver needle from the sole of his foot and shook his head again.
This is puzzling.
Ji Hebai didn't believe it and took out several other silver needles one after another, but there was no problem.
"That's very healthy." Luo Xiu also fell into deep thought. "Then why would a person vomit blood and faint for no reason? Could it be that those people deceived Zhong Qiao?"
"Impossible." Ji Hebai said firmly.
But the facts were before him, and Ji Hebai was a little confused. He had been practicing medicine for many years, but he had never encountered such a situation. Since even the Western medicine hospital could not find the cause, he used the ancient method, but he didn't expect it to work. So what went wrong?
Ji Hebai held his forehead and felt his eyebrows throbbing.
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