243 Finally Can't Toss Anymore
"Master, please treat my son no matter what. The cost is negotiable."
Sun Sicheng thought that Bao Chengyang was only slightly insane at the moment, and if he didn't take any action, it would be okay for Bao's family to take him to the capital and ask the Earl's Mansion to help invite an ordinary imperial physician.
Since this kid has harmed so many people, he even colluded with the small tribes in the southwest for the sake of profit, and almost harmed his Awu and Xiner.
It would be good enough if we don't kill such a person, but we can never allow him to continue doing evil.
If he really had no way before, the chronic poison made by Ping An and Zhang Xiaoshan last year could control the time of onset by controlling the dosage properly, and the onset could be at most three years later.
Then cure him temporarily, and then let his madness break out two years later, and no one will be able to detect it, because once this drug enters the body, it will be hidden in the body after a quarter of an hour, and even the most skilled doctor will find it difficult to detect it.
No one doubts that after the madness is cured, the personality will become more irritable. As for the sudden temper tantrum two years later, this is also understandable. But it is impossible to cure it.
It doesn't have much impact on your lifespan, as long as you don't seek death. The Bao family is rich, so it's okay for you to be a rich and idle person.
Sun Sicheng sighed and said, "Well, I'll give it a try. I'm not too sure if I can cure him, but I can't bear to see him so young."
Bao Wangfa felt somewhat guilty. What would the eldest master think if he knew that this evil son had done something wrong to the Sun family?
He was wrong after all. He was too indulgent towards children and the elderly.
"Thank you very much."
"Master Bao, I'll come over this afternoon. I need to prepare some medicine."
Ping An's lips curled slightly, the master was about to take action.
"well."
Just as Sun Sicheng was about to take a step forward, a servant came running over and said, "Oh no, oh no, Master, the old man suddenly collapsed from anger, foaming at the mouth and twitching."
"No, maybe it's a stroke."
Bao Wangfa almost fell to the ground in shock: "Master, please help me save my father. Nothing can happen to him."
But can't something happen? If something happens now, the second son will have to observe mourning for three years. It is unknown what will happen after three years, and it may be too late.
"Go and have a look. But Master Bao, it would be best if you ask another doctor to treat you. I really don't have the time. I can stay for one more day tomorrow at most. I have to leave the day after tomorrow."
"Let's not talk about these for now. Please help me take care of my father first, young master."
What Bao Wangfa was thinking was that the money had not yet reached Sun Sicheng's pocket. His son was so sick that ordinary people could not cure him at all. If his father really had a stroke, everyone in the Great Zhou would know about it. In this regard, the eldest son was no worse than the imperial physician.
I'll give you the silver later.
Nothing that can be settled with money is a big deal. The Bao family is not short of money, but the son cannot go crazy and the father cannot die.
Not long after, Sun Sicheng looked at Old Master Bao lying on the kang. He was no longer noisy, his nose and mouth were crooked, and drool was flowing from the corners of his mouth from time to time. He was already unconscious.
Bao Wangfa was completely panicked.
"My father, he..."
"Master Bao, your father obviously had a stroke, and it was a very severe stroke. Nowadays, many old ladies and old men in wealthy families are prone to this disease. They eat well and don't like to move."
He still went forward, took the old man's hand and examined it carefully, and it turned out to be a serious stroke.
He doesn't mind treating him. It's meaningless if a person dies. Being neither dead nor alive is the best way to punish a person.
Bao Wangfa knew how serious his father's illness was at a glance: "My Lord, I hope you can help. I don't expect him to recover. I am satisfied as long as he is alive."
"I can only say let's give it a try. Ping'an, take out the silver needle and help Master to diagnose it. Ruyi, take the people to the medical hall to get the medicine. Once my needle is taken out, you have to drink this medicine."
Ping'an took out the silver needle and handed it to the master, then sat down on a low stool in front of the kang and took the old man's pulse. He quickly told the master his judgment, and Sun Sicheng nodded repeatedly, judging from his complexion, it was indeed the case.
But he still sat down and examined the patient: "Yes, Ping An's pulse diagnosis is now as good as Master's."
"Master Bao, your father has definitely had a stroke, and it's quite serious. Fortunately, it was discovered early, and I should be able to save his life, but from now on, I'm afraid he will have to lie on the bed for a long time. Of course, you can find another doctor. There are always better doctors out there, and you can't say that there is no one who can treat stroke better than me."
"As far as I know, the eldest son is the most expert in treating this disease. Please treat my father. I will be satisfied if you can save his life. It would be even better if he can walk in the future."
"Okay, then I'll give him acupuncture."
"Excuse me, young master." Bao Wangfa hurriedly took the servant out. Acupuncture is not shown to ordinary people, and he would not understand even if he was shown it.
It is better to give the silver to the people quickly, and give some to this little apprentice as well. With the silver in hand, his old father's life will be more secure.
He often heard of acquaintances who had suffered strokes, and he had visited patients in person, but none of them were as terrible as his father's. It was as if the whole person had changed.
He was already satisfied that he could save his life.
However, no matter how disappointing his son is, he still hopes that he can be cured. After all, he is the eldest son. Besides, if the younger son goes to high school in the future, how will others look at him if they find out that he has a crazy older brother?
After the people left, Sun Sicheng said to his disciple, "Ping An, you come and do the piercing."
Ping An knows what's going on and just wants to stay alive, he doesn't ask for a cure.
He picked up the silver needles and inserted thirteen needles in a flash, which was three less than the original sixteen. His movements were so skillful that Sun Sicheng was distracted and his little apprentice was about to master acupuncture.
Each needle was inserted just right, not too deep or too shallow, and the acupuncture points were also accurately positioned, almost perfect. Even he himself could do this.
A quarter of an hour later, Bao Wangfa came in and saw Sun Sicheng pulling out the needle. His old father, who was seeking death, looked much better, and even his mouth and nose didn't seem to be crooked anymore.
He was delighted, thinking that the eldest young master was very capable.
"My dear, thank you for your hard work these past two days. These are my tokens of my appreciation. We have agreed in advance. This is not the medical fee. We will settle the medical fee together later."
Sun Sicheng pretended to push it and then accepted it. His purse was empty, so it must be a silver note.
Bao Wangfa gave Ping'an another purse, which was obviously heavier. Ping'an thanked him and put it in his arms.
Ruyi just came in with the medicine, and Bao Wangfa handed him two small purses, saying that one of them was for the person guarding the car outside.
That is He Jin.
Sun Sicheng asked Bao Wangfa to call two personal attendants in: "It is not easy to feed medicine to a patient like this. Let them watch how my people feed the old man medicine. Otherwise, if half of the bowl of medicine is spilled, what effect will it have?"
Soon, Ruyi demonstrated to the servant how to feed medicine to the patient. The movements were simple and rough, but very effective. A bowl of medicine was gulped down, even though the patient was still semi-conscious.
This made Bao Wangfa's eyes widen. Every profession has its top talent, the old saying is true.
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