372 A Body of Diseases
Sun Sicheng was anxious and took more than 20 people with him, riding at full speed and continuing on the road. During the journey, he passed through Huainan Prefecture and only rested for an hour at Sun Siyuan's house. He gave them the things he brought from the capital, talked to the two brothers for a while, and then left.
Finally, four days later in the evening, they entered the gate of Tianguang Temple.
As soon as Jueming saw Sun Sicheng, tears started flowing down his face.
"Jueming, what happened to the old abbot?"
"My Lord, please go and take a look."
"Ping An, Wan Li, Lin Feng, Ru Yi, you guys come with me. For the rest of you, please trouble Jue Xin to help me arrange accommodation."
"Yes, my Lord."
Jueming took Sun Sicheng to the old abbot's courtyard.
"Didn't you call the doctor from Baicaotang over?"
"I called him. Doctor Xing is still here. But the abbot's illness is too serious. It happened suddenly. He was fine half a month ago, but now he is extremely thin."
Doctor Xing is an old doctor with very good medical skills in Baicaotang in Yangcheng. Wu Qi sent him here because he valued the abbot very much.
Soon, they arrived at the abbot's courtyard and happened to meet Doctor Xing coming out.
"Young Master, you're here." Doctor Xing was extremely surprised. He really didn't know what to do next.
Sun Sicheng stood still and asked: "What is the abbot's illness?"
Doctor Xing said with a bitter face: "My Lord, I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, but I really cannot understand the old abbot's illness. It is very similar to diabetes, but I have been treating him with the prescription for diabetes for these days, and the symptoms have not improved at all.
He fell again at the end of the year and his pelvis was fractured but not broken. He has been unable to walk since then. In addition, there was a lump in his abdomen when pressed, but fortunately it was not big. I don't know if it was a malignant tumor.
In addition, the abbot's eyesight is not very good now, he can only see things blurry, his lumbar spine is not in good condition, his knee joints also hurt, in short, he is suffering from a lot of diseases."
Wanli and Lin Feng's eyes were red with anger.
Diabetes is not easy to cure, and bone fractures are also very distressing, let alone a 70-year-old man?
Not to mention malignant tumors, Master Ping An once said that the most likely thing about malignant tumors is that they will spread throughout the body. If they do, the patient may not be able to survive.
Ping An knew that the thirst disease at this time was actually diabetes. When diabetes was not serious, the diet could be controlled to achieve the desired effect, but if it was serious, it could be fatal.
The abbot's fractured bone has not healed yet, which may be related to this.
We don’t know whether the abdominal tumor is malignant or benign. If it is benign, we can just remove it through surgery and it will be fine. But if it is malignant, there is probably no way to do anything about it.
"I understand. Go do your thing."
"Yes, my Lord."
Sun Sicheng brought Ping An and a few others into the courtyard and walked towards the abbot's room.
"Is Sicheng here?"
Sun Sicheng's eyes suddenly warmed up, and he stood there for a few breaths, adjusting his facial expression: "Abbot, are you missing me?"
The old abbot struggled to get up from the kang, and Wanli hurried forward to help him put a pillow behind his back.
"Ping An, Lin Feng, Ruyi, you are all here. I knew Wanli would tell you when he returns, Sicheng, I am already seventy-three years old, what else is worth making you run around like this?"
Sun Sicheng took his hand and examined it: "Abbot, what's wrong with being seventy-three? You have to live to be a hundred."
The old abbot laughed out loud.
At one hundred years old, he should not be called an old abbot, but an old monster.
This month, his health has been deteriorating. He tried to tell fortunes for himself to see if he had reached the end of his life, but no result came out. A doctor cannot treat himself, and a fortune teller cannot tell fortunes for himself. Even at this point, he still cannot do it.
"Ping An, come and see me."
Ping An asked the old abbot a few more questions.
He turned to the master and said, "He is definitely suffering from diabetes. He drinks a lot, eats a lot, and urinates a lot. He is getting thinner day by day. In addition, the abbot has been feeling weak, and his injuries are difficult to heal. These are all symptoms of diabetes. Doctor Xing is right to treat him."
Sun Sicheng took his pulse again.
Diabetes is indeed difficult to treat, but there are ways to treat it.
"Wanli, help the abbot lie down. Ping'an and I will help him check for the mass in his abdomen."
As soon as the abbot lay down, Ping An felt a lump in his abdomen. The lump was in the upper abdomen and was as big as a child's fist. It was hard to tell what gender it was.
"Master, I can't feel any lumps anywhere else for now. You can cut it off, but the thirst disease must be treated first. Otherwise, the wound will not heal well, and the abbot's body won't be able to bear it."
Sun Sicheng also started to check.
"Ping An, you will take your people to Yingtian tomorrow. I will let He Jin follow you. I will stay here to treat the abbot's diabetes and other diseases. It is the beginning of February now. You can leave in early June or come back here. You will still be the surgeon for the abbot's abdominal surgery."
Ping'an nodded. It would take at least half a month to get to Yingtian from here, and he could only study with Lord Wang for three months.
"Sicheng, will this delay your work?"
Sun Sicheng rolled his eyes at the old abbot: "I just can't bear to let Ping An go alone, but there's nothing I can do. What has your body done to you? Don't worry, I'm here, you can't die even if you want to."
Wanli and Lin Feng also laughed. It was indeed safest if the eldest young master stayed.
There is nothing to worry about in the officialdom now. Besides, we are not cowards, and Uncle He is following us.
That afternoon, Ping An and the master spent the whole afternoon in the room studying the treatment plan. The abbot's diabetes was serious and his body was almost broken. While receiving treatment, he had to take medicinal food to restore his strength.
However, there are many things that people with diabetes cannot eat, and their diet is very strict, which inevitably creates many difficulties.
The next morning, Sun Sicheng stood at the intersection of the mountain road, watching Ping An and ten people walking down the stairs, and gradually their figures disappeared.
His heart ached. The journey lasted more than half a month and anything could happen. But if he didn't stay here, the abbot's body would probably die in a month.
Even now, he and Ping An cannot be sure whether the abdominal swelling is good or malignant. If it is malignant, even if the diabetes is better controlled, the result will be the same.
At this moment, Sun Sicheng felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
His own medical skills were still too limited, and the overall medical skills of this dynasty were still not good enough. He felt that he was stuck in a dilemma on the medical path, as if he was stuck in a bottleneck, unable to get out, yet unwilling to fall.
Ping An, who was going down the mountain, also had mixed feelings.
The old abbot was as helpless as a child. When people are alive and healthy, they always talk about not caring about life or death. But when it comes to life and death, very few people want to die.
After the college entrance examination, he decided to sort out the things from his past life. After living in this world for more than ten years, he found that the things that were once engraved in his bones were slowly becoming blurred.
It needs to be sorted out.
Life is still above all else. If he can save more people, or even pass on more medical skills, then his trip to this world will not be in vain.
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