Chapter 119: The mighty and domineering general waits for death peacefully due to illness
Worried that Zhou Siwen didn't know how his illness came about, Du Wanwan decided to give him some scientific advice. In fact, his illness was caused by hardened stools accumulating in the abdomen, and it had nothing to do with Bodhisattvas or immortals.
Zhou Siwen's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, that's right, the doctor is amazing, he even knows this."
Du Wanwan continued to ask: "Is it that sometimes you clearly want to defecate, but you can't defecate because you sit on the toilet for a long time? And you have blood in your stool from time to time?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhou Siwen didn't expect Du Wanwan to mention the symptoms he often experienced when he was young. He nodded hurriedly, "Doctor! Am I suffering from a disease?"
"You can say that." Du Wanwan got up to get medicine for Zhou Siwen, and answered the old man who followed her, "Your illness is caused by excessive internal heat, which has caused your stool to form hard lumps and blockage in your large intestine.
To put it bluntly, your body is suffering from yin deficiency, blood dryness, qi deficiency, stagnation of dryness and heat, and habitual constipation, which have led to your current state over time."
Zhou Siwen listened to most of what was said, but seemed to understand it, not quite.
In short, Dr. Du really found the crux of the problem. He was able to describe the symptoms he had when he was young, which means that he really prescribed the right medicine.
If he could really cure his illness, he would definitely become good friends with Doctor Du in the future. With him around, the Zhou family would be safe.
Money is nothing. Even if you spend all your money, you can get it back. For a capable person, any amount of money is worth it.
Zhou Haotian, who was standing by, broke out in cold sweat after hearing what Du Wanwan said. It is true that one cannot judge a book by its cover.
Although the doctor at the People's Hospital is young, his medical skills are excellent. He can even tell the cause of my grandfather's illness when he was young, which shows how capable he is.
She would not dare to act cool when she saw him in the future, and she would not dare to let others pat her horse, but she would pat other people's horses. If she really cured Grandpa's disease, Grandpa would definitely treat her as a guest of honor.
If I become good friends with her, my grandfather will definitely be happy to see it.
With this thought in mind, Zhou Haotian walked over and smiled at Du Wanwan with a warm and gentle face: "Doctor Du! I'm sorry for offending you just now! Forgive me!"
Zhou Siwen turned around and glared at him, scolding: "Get out of the way. Can't you see the doctor is dispensing medicine? What are you talking nonsense about? You are just wasting the doctor's time."
Zhou Haotian didn't dare to say a word after being scolded by the old man and could only apologize with a smile. Du Wanwan didn't have time to pay attention to him. She grabbed the medicine, wrapped it up, tied it tightly, and handed it to Zhou Siwen.
"Old man! The medicine is ready. Go back and boil it and take it once in the morning and evening before meals." Du Wanwan reminded him again, fearing that he would forget, "You must remember to take it 25 minutes before meals. The order cannot be messed up."
Zhou Siwen nodded quickly: "Okay, okay! Remember, take the medicine before eating, I will remember it."
Zhou Haotian said flatteringly: "Don't worry, Doctor Du! I will help you remember it too."
After seeing the doctor, the grandfather and grandson walked away supporting each other with the medicine. Ye Zhenghai's leg no longer hurt, so he came over and said something to Du Wanwan, then left the People's Clinic.
After getting on the carriage, he was not in a hurry to leave, but was thinking. This Miss Du is really a strange person. It seems that no matter what kind of disease she has, she can't be troubled.
His brother Yan Hong suffered from a very strange disease. His hands and feet were often paralyzed, twitching for no reason, the nails on his fingers and toes fell off, and his hands and feet were often out of control.
It was fine before, just paralysis and convulsions, but in the last one or two years, it has started to ulcerate for no apparent reason, and I have seen countless doctors but none of them could cure it.
With Miss Du's superb medical skills, could she know what disease he had? Why was this happening?
Yan Hong was his life-long brother, two years younger than him, and they had worked together for more than ten or twenty years. His disease was very strange, and even the imperial doctors in the palace had seen it, but they were still helpless.
He looked fine, could eat and sleep, but his hands and feet were out of control. No matter what medicine he used, the festering part could not be healed. The Yan family was considered a well-established family in Kyoto. Although Yan Hong was a bastard, he was highly valued by the Yan family because of his outstanding military exploits.
Now that he has contracted such a disease, the Yan family is extremely worried, but Yan Hong himself is open-minded and always comforts him.
"Brother! Life and death are determined by fate. We cannot force it. The only regret is that I didn't die on the battlefield." It is really unwilling to die from this inexplicable disease.
Even if he shed his blood on the battlefield and died on the battlefield, he would have no regrets.
But he was tortured by illness and was neither a human nor a ghost. How could a man of seven feet endure it? Seeing that the enemy was approaching and besieging him, if he could cure Yan Hong, he would have one more powerful general under his command.
This matter cannot be delayed, we must quickly bring Yan Hong here. He has nothing to do today, so it's just right for me to accompany him to see the doctor.
"Go to General Yan's residence."
“Hey!”
The Marquis gave the order, and Chang Sui did not dare to delay, and drove the carriage to Yan Hong's residence.
When Ye Zhenghai arrived, Yan Hong was sitting in a chair basking in the sun, bored. He looked up at the golden sun in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.
The subordinate wanted to report but was stopped by Ye Zhenghai. He kept everyone outside and walked over alone.
Hearing the footsteps, Yan Hong looked down and saw it was him. He wanted to stand up to greet him, but when he stood up, his legs were not strong enough and he fell back without paying attention.
He couldn't even use his hands to block the attack. His hands were out of control and he fell hard onto the armchair. His chin was hit and he frowned in pain.
The once invincible general was now unable to even stand up. Ye Zhenghai was heartbroken and hurried over to hug him.
The voice was hoarse: "Brother!"
Yan Hong smiled indifferently: "Brother! It's okay, it's okay."
In fact, he was even sadder in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it in front of Ye Zhenghai, as it would make him seem too incompetent.
"Brother! I have found a great doctor who has a good prescription for treating strange diseases. How about coming with me to take a look?"
Yan Hong shook his head: "Forget it! Even the imperial doctors in the palace are helpless against my illness. I have also seen all the civilian doctors in Liangjun City. Who can guarantee a cure?"
"Don't be discouraged, my dear brother."
Ye Zhenghai also knew that such words of comfort seemed pale and powerless, but he could only say this, what else could he do?
"I will not lose heart and will wait for death in peace."
The calmer Yan Hong looked, the more uncomfortable Ye Zhenghai felt. Even ants would try to survive, so why would a living, mighty and powerful general wait for death?
No, this was not what he wanted to see. He must find a way to take him to Miss Du. He believed that she would be able to cure him.
"My dear brother! I came here today to take you to see that amazing doctor. I just came out of her clinic." Ye Zhenghai patted his injured leg. "My leg has been hurting a lot. The doctor gave me a painkiller pill. Now it doesn't hurt anymore."
Yan Hong was surprised: "So powerful?"
(End of this chapter)
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