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Sun Sicheng went downstairs, and Ming Wanli and Ping'an followed closely behind.
"Master, I beg you to save my life."
Sun Sicheng had dealt with Bao Wangfa before and always thought that he was a good person. But after what happened two years ago, he began to disbelieve what he saw. The father was not good and the son had a bad reputation. It remained to be seen whether the son and father of such a man were really of good character.
Although no clues about Bao Chengyang were found later, he still stubbornly believed that the fact that the Dali Temple was able to initially point some clues to Bao Chengyang could not have been aimless, and the initial judgment was often possible.
It’s a pity that my ability is still not enough.
Or maybe the second son of the Bao family still has some skills.
"Master Bao, I just arrived at the inn and I'm still hungry, but what can I do for you?"
"My Lord, is it possible to talk at the same time?"
Sun Sicheng slowly walked to the side and said, "You're in a hurry, but I'm not. There are not many people in the inn today, and most of them are people he brought with him."
"My dear, the injured person is my old father. I really can't talk about some family scandals. As a man, it's okay to do some romantic things, but my old father was unlucky. He got into trouble accidentally. Several major medical clinics in the city didn't dare to take him. It was also my father's good luck that he happened to meet my dear."
"Master Bao, I still don't understand. What happened to your father? Did he have a stroke?"
"No, no, it's not that kind of disease." Bao Wangfa hesitantly told the injury, his old face turning as red as a monkey's butt.
It was indeed embarrassing, even though Bao Wangfa had covered up a lot for his father.
Sun Sicheng shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Master Bao, that kind of injury is very difficult to treat. I've never even heard of a treatment for that kind of injury. I'm going to Yunzhou tomorrow and I really don't have time to try. Let's send him to the capital as soon as possible. There might be a doctor in the Imperial Hospital who can save him."
"Master, please help my father get treated. I won't blame you whether you can cure him or not. In such a hot day, my father is so old and with his injuries, he won't be able to make it to the capital alive."
Sun Sicheng said helplessly, "Well, how about this, I'll go with you to take a look. Speaking of which, I may not be able to cure it. Wanli, go get me a medical kit. Ping An, you take them to eat first."
Ping An nodded. Even if he covered his face, he didn't want to see that beast.
Ming Wanli's heart was beating fast. His master was never one to suffer a loss. He also always believed that even if Bao Chengyang was not the main person involved in the affairs of the eldest and second young ladies, he must have been involved, otherwise many things would not be so coincidental.
Putting Bao Chengyang aside, that old man also deserves to die.
Ping'an followed him upstairs. The master had two medical boxes like him. One of them was smaller and had several special compartments inside, which contained many rarely used items.
He watched Uncle Ming take away the smaller medical box. Could it be that his master actually wanted to eliminate evil and protect the good?
The master has always been a very cautious person, and he could have simply refrained from treating the disease after making the diagnosis. In this way, the old man would have received retribution and would never be able to do evil again.
What is this for? The time is already very tight, will it be delayed for a few more days?
It is said that after Sun Sicheng went to the medical clinic, he found that the old man was still humming, but an hour had passed since the accident and he was already quite weak.
"Manager He, please carry the man to the emergency room. There are some things that cannot be said here."
Bao Wangfa looked uneasy: "That's best, that's best."
I don't know which black-hearted person spread this matter. I'd better ask the eldest master to come to the house for treatment tomorrow. It's too embarrassing to do it in the clinic.
"Dad, Dad, is grandpa okay?" A young man ran over like the wind.
"Cheng Yang, calm down, what's the point of saying this?"
Sun Sicheng lowered his eyes. What a coincidence, he walked into the emergency room without stopping.
A quarter of an hour later, he came out and said, "Master Bao, your father's injury is serious. It will be difficult for him to recover his previous functions. The most worrying thing is inflammation. Inflammation will cause high fever, and the wound may also deteriorate. In the most serious cases, it may even rot. He has a fever now."
"Ah? Young Master, please save my father. Nothing else matters. As long as he can save his life." Bao Wang selfishly thought that it would be better if he didn't have that ability. He could just stay at home and enjoy his retirement peacefully and not bring trouble to the second son.
Sun Sicheng caught a glimpse of Bao Chengyang from the corner of his eye and saw that he looked a little unnatural for a moment, but he soon became natural, with only anxiety remaining on his face.
"Let me prescribe a medicine to relieve the inflammation first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
"Young Master, can you come to my home for treatment tomorrow? My father's illness really requires running around."
Sun Sicheng said in a dilemma: "I will stay for a day tomorrow. Actually, I really have something to do and cannot delay for a day. I will write the prescription later. I will do my best for some things."
Bao Wangfa sighed and said, "Young Master, we can talk about it later. Please save my father first."
Ming Wanli had been standing nearby. There was something indescribable about this young man. At first glance, he seemed like a nice person, but he gave people an indescribable feeling, which was a very bad feeling.
He has met countless people over the years and has a natural intuition that rarely goes wrong.
Sun Sicheng quickly wrote out a prescription and asked Wan Li to go to the hall to get the medicine.
"My Lord, doesn't my grandfather use acupuncture?"
"Who is this?"
"My son, Bao Chengyang, is still young and a little nervous when asking questions."
"Oh, it's Master Bao. Your grandfather's injury is not suitable for acupuncture. Use medicine first. After it gets better, use massage and other methods. As for whether it can be cured, I have just told your father that it may be difficult to recover to the original state. However, if the imperial doctor in the capital treats it, it is hard to say for sure."
Ming Wanli quickly brought the medicine.
"Master Bao, take him home and have him take the medicine as soon as possible. This is an external medicine, so there's nothing else to do for now."
"Okay, thank you, Master. I will take him home first. If anything happens during the night, please help save his life. This is some money for the medicine. Please accept it. I will pay for the consultation later."
Sun Sicheng waved his hand and said, "No need for so much, let's settle it all together later."
Bao Wangfa insisted on giving the banknote to Sun Sicheng, and Sun Sicheng took it after thinking about it.
But some silver bills mean nothing to the Bao family, and to him too.
As for whether he would have a high fever at night, that is certain. In the short time it takes to talk like this, even if the imperial physician comes to check, he won’t be able to find anything.
Without waiting for the Bao family to leave, Sun Sicheng leisurely left Baicaotang and walked towards the inn.
"Dad, this young master Sun is so arrogant."
"Don't make trouble. It's normal for him to be a little arrogant. Besides, how can he be arrogant? He is the son of the head of one of the best medical families in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He just came to the inn after a long journey. He came to the medical hall with your father to treat your grandfather. What are you waiting for?"
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