Chapter 67
He really didn't know why the two children left the kindergarten, so Zhao He shook his head.
"Little Lingling said her father was sick and she wanted to take Yaya with her to get him treated. That's why the two children left the kindergarten. They might be planning to look for you."
Zhao He was both moved and angry after hearing this. If this disease could really be cured, how could he not take his child for treatment? His health would not have been in such a bad state, and the child's grandmother would not have passed away so early because of this disease.
He knew the pain of this disease, and the child knew it too. How could he not be moved by the child's heart? He also wanted to spank her: "I'm so sorry. Because of Lingling, I let the two children take risks. I will definitely teach Lingling a lesson when I get back."
"What's wrong with a child liking his father? Before that, can I diagnose Mr. Zhao's health?"
"Well?"
"I do have some skills. Yaya learned a little from me, so I thought of treating Mr. Zhao. Now that Mr. Zhao is here, let me see if there's any chance of treatment. If it's just heart valve regurgitation like Lingling's, it can still be cured."
Because it is a hereditary heart disease, he and his daughter have the same symptoms, but the severity is different. His condition is more serious due to the long-term reflux of blood in the heart, and the possibility of surgery is extremely low. He only thinks about making money and making enough money for his daughter before he dies. Maybe in the future, when medical technology is better, there will be enough funds for treatment.
Now, when the parents of his daughter's classmates suddenly said it could be treated, he felt like they were kidding. Then, remembering the moment he first walked in and saw his daughter, rosy and healthy, running and jumping around, he couldn't help but believe it, and his hope was gradually ignited.
Rong Zhou gestured for him to open his mouth. The color of his tongue coating was bluish purple. He also observed the blood flow in the veins at the base of the tongue. The veins at the base of the tongue were dark purple and dilated.
The pulse pillow he took out was made of navy blue fabric embroidered with dark patterns. Zhao He placed his wrist on it and it felt silky and soft. Due to long-term illness, his skin was pale and bluish. Rong Zhou felt his pulse and felt that it was weak and irregular. The man could still sit here so calmly, which showed his extraordinary willpower. Apart from some thin sweat on his forehead, you really couldn't tell that he was suffering from internal weakness and shortness of breath.
Rong Zhou calmly withdrew his hand and stood up first: "It's not a big deal. There's a bed behind the screen. Take off your shirt and lie on it. I'll give you a few stitches.
Zhao He's head was buzzing. Could he be saved? He'd been to so many hospitals, both domestic and international, and it was practically a death sentence. Could he really be saved? The people here looked unusual; who would have long hair? So, he instinctively categorized them as exceptional.
He didn't dare to express his doubts out loud, as the other party was so confident that he could be saved. To question him would mean he didn't trust him. When he took off his shirt in a daze and lay down on the bed behind the screen, he looked around nervously.
The screen and the bed he was lying on were full of ancient style but not common styles. They seemed to be a unique style. The cushions under him were embroidered with patterns. They were used to treat patients and were really luxurious.
While Zhao He was considering whether to pull a thin silk blanket over his naked upper body, Yaya's father, supported by a beautiful woman, gently wiped his hands. His fingers were slender and with distinct joints. Even if a classical beauty took out a silver needle that shone with cold light from the tray, it was still very beautiful.
"You should rest for a while. When you wake up, it won't be so hard." The voice was slow and clear. Her long hair was draped behind her gently. Her eyes looked at the patient lying on the bed without any fluctuation.
Zhao He didn't know if he was mesmerized by the person, or the beautiful hands, or if he was frightened by the silver needles in the hands. Anyway, his mind was blank. He heard a sentence, but he didn't have time to process it. His eyelids were heavy, his head was cold, and he couldn't open his eyes.
The silver needle pierces the Baihui point from the top of the head, and the energy seeps into the brain along the silver needle, quickly causing the person to fall into a deep sleep.
The silver needle in the Danzhong acupoint trembled slightly, protecting the heart meridian continuously. The fingertips of two fingers were put together and a faint green light appeared. Xuanji, Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, Danzhong, Rong Zhou controlled the energy and injected it with the gentlest means to stimulate the missing heart valve to grow again. The process was not pleasant, but the person who endured it had fallen into a deep sleep. Apart from the constant sweating, there was no more reaction.
The treatment took only a cup of tea. Rong Zhou took out the silver needles inserted into his acupuncture points one after another. Although Zhao He was still sweating, his frown had relaxed and he began to snore lightly after a while.
He checked his pulse again and found it strong and long, indicating a good result. Rong Zhou went to wash his hands and told Wen Zhezhi, "Let him sleep. He'll probably wake up by the beginning of the Yin period, so let the children play for a while longer."
"Yes." Wen Zhezhi pulled the quilt over and covered him.
Zhao He slept soundly in the villa, and had never felt so relaxed.
Outside the Jinshuize community, in a police van, five police officers did not ask people to sign and then leave. Instead, they sat in the car and observed the community.
"When did this place become like this? What happened to the entire military camp? Why didn't we get any news?"
Two of the police officers were in charge of this area: "The director called a while ago and transferred us away. I guess there's some action from higher up."
"So are we going to take care of it or not?"
"I can't control it. Although it's not obvious on the surface, this is a completely secret military base. The military and police are divided into two groups and each is in charge of their own. I can't control it even if I want to."
"We are here to make sure Mr. Zhao can get his daughter out safely. Don't ask about some things." The team leader said politely.
At this time, a jeep drove up with an ordinary civilian license plate. It was not stopped when entering the community like they were. It didn't even stop to check and went straight into the Jinshuize community.
"I'm just curious. This is an ordinary residential area. I'm sure I'm curious about what's going on when I suddenly join the army." The person who answered was a young man who had only been in the police force for two or three years.
In the villa next to 8168, Wen Ci Qiu was trimming the unruly branches with a pair of small scissors. From time to time, he looked up and saw Jun Fenghuo assembling a handsome black motorcycle in the middle of the courtyard.
Jun Fenghuo said that if you start with two wheels first, it will be easier to master four wheels. Wen Ci Qiu agreed very much. It was not that he was not talented, but that learning needed to be gradual.
Jun Fenghuo clapped his hands: "Okay, add gasoline and we can try it."
Wen Ci Qiu had just put down the kettle in his hand when the door was knocked and Jun Fenghuo's uncle led two people in.
Jun Fenghuo seemed to know what was going to happen, and he shrugged helplessly at Wen Ciqiu: "It seems that I can't learn it recently. I will teach you when I come back."
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