Chapter 87 Acting on one's own initiative
"It's starting to itch again. It's killing me. Miss Chen, please help me stop the itch. I can't stand it anymore."
Fan Tongyi was shouting and scratching his belly, leaving several bloody marks on his belly in an instant.
Chen Qingqing knew that it was unpleasant to be itchy. When it itched, one would want to peel off the skin. No matter what, she had to relieve the itch first.
She ordered, "Just lie down and don't move. I'll give you a few injections to relieve the itching."
"Okay, okay, I won't move. I won't move."
Chen Qingqing took out a silver needle from her backpack and first pricked a few needles into the acupuncture points on his belly. Then she killed most of the lice in his belly button, leaving only two big fat lice, just to punish him.
Feeling that the time was almost up, he pulled out the silver needle and said, "Okay, how do you feel, Master Fan?"
"A miracle doctor, you're worthy of being called a miracle doctor!" Fan Tong immediately felt the itch go away. He stood up and walked down the stairs, feeling refreshed and relaxed. "Miss Chen, you're amazing! You cured the disease right away. The itch is gone."
Mrs. Fan's eyes widened, her face filled with surprise and doubt. "Master, are you really not itchy anymore?"
"It really doesn't itch anymore. Look, all the illness is gone. I feel like nothing happened." Fan Tong was so happy that he spun around in circles.
Fan Hun curled his lips and chuckled, "Dad, you're not fully recovered yet, so it's not time to be happy. Hurry up and ask Miss Chen to prescribe you some more medicine so I can find a place to dig out some horse urine for you."
Shi Taishou quickly said, "Miss Chen, my master has been taking the medicine according to the prescription you gave him. He was afraid that the medicine was not strong enough, so he specially got a few more pig gallbladders and collected two liters of horse urine.
At first, the smell of the medicine was a bit pungent, and my master was a little uncomfortable with it, but he still drank a large bowl and gradually got used to it. He drank it morning, noon, and night without fail. Since this rotten navel disease can still be cured, I would like to trouble Miss Chen to take the trouble to cure my master's illness.
Upon hearing this, Fan Hun quickly interrupted, "Yes, yes, yes. My father has been drinking horse urine every day as you instructed. He's addicted to it now. He has to have some horse urine with every meal, otherwise he says the food doesn't taste right."
"Hun'er's words make sense." Fan Tong looked at Chen Qingqing with a smile on his face. "Miss Chen, you just said that my condition has worsened. Does that mean I need to increase the dosage of the medicine? Don't worry, I've had people get a lot of pig gallbladders these days, and I've even collected several jars of horse urine."
Chen Qingqing shook her head. "Your illness has become more complicated now. No matter how much medicine you take, it won't help."
"Miss Chen, what do you mean by that?" Fan Tongyi's heart skipped a beat when he heard that. He felt that the problem seemed to have become very serious, and his face turned pale with fright.
Before Chen Qingqing could answer, Fan Hun started to explain, "Dad, you are getting more confused as you get older. You don't even understand what this means.
Miss Chen said that your illness is very serious now. Even if you drink horse urine every day, every meal, and all the time, it cannot be cured.
From now on, you should just eat and drink, don't take things to heart, and be open-minded."
"You, you, you little bastard, what do you mean by open-minded? Get out of my way." Fan Tong was so angry that his head was buzzing. "Why are you going to destroy me just by talking?"
Mrs. Fan was so angry when she saw her son always saying stupid things that she couldn't hold back her face. She glared at Fan Hun fiercely and said, "Hun'er, stop talking nonsense and listen to what Miss Chen has to say."
"You really don't know what's good for you. Can I just keep quiet?" Fan Hun turned his face away unhappily and said no more.
Mrs. Fan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Chen, I made you laugh. You said that the medicine for my master's illness is no longer effective. What should we do? Miss Chen, please prescribe a few more prescriptions to save my master!"
Chen Qingqing frowned and glanced at Fan Tongyi. "If you are not trustworthy and want to default on your debt, but I can't deal with you, a miser, then my life will be in vain."
"Master Fan, it's not that I don't want to save you, but your illness is a bit tricky and difficult to treat! Although you appear to be a good person after my treatment, your illness will relapse in three days.
I made it very clear last time. You have a rotten navel. The navel is the root of the internal organs, the source of vital energy, and connects to the mind and spirit above and the kidney essence below. It is the gateway to life. Now your heart and intestines have begun to rot. It is extremely difficult to cure this disease completely.
Mrs. Fan stared and swallowed her saliva, "Miss Chen, are you saying that my master is incurable?"
Fan Tong was so frightened by Chen Qingqing's words that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
"Miss Chen, please save me. I don't want to die from itching. Please think of a way. As long as you can cure my illness, I'm willing to spend any amount of money."
Mrs. Fan was also panicked and said with determination, "Yes, Miss Chen, our family is rich. As long as you can cure my master's illness, I will reward you handsomely."
Chen Qingqing felt that the time was right. If she scared them too much, they would get upset, which would be bad.
"Don't worry, Master Fan. Let me take your pulse again."
"Okay, okay." Fan Tong stretched out his arm.
Chen Qingqing placed her hand on Fan Tong's pulse with a serious expression.
After a moment, she shook her head and said mysteriously, "Logically speaking, if you miss the best time to treat your navel rot, you'll be dead. But after taking Mr. Fan's pulse twice just now, I found that there seems to be a trace of life in your body. May I ask what kind of magic medicine you have taken these days?"
Fan Tong pondered for a long time and shook his head. "No, I didn't eat anything. I just had three meals a day and took the medicine according to your prescription."
After hearing what Chen Qingqing said, Fan Hun slapped his thigh with a smug look on his face.
"Dad, thank goodness I acted on my own initiative and saved your life by accident. Otherwise, you would have died of rotten intestines."
"Hun'er, what's going on? What do you mean by acting on your own?" Fan Tong was a little confused.
Fan Hun chuckled, "That's what happened. I thought heating the horse urine would definitely affect the efficacy of the medicine, so I told my servants to soak pig gallbladder and other herbs in the horse urine and give it to you directly."
"What the hell?" Fan Tongyi frowned upon hearing this. "You bastard, I was told that the drink didn't taste right these past two days. I wonder if you're the one behind this."
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."
Chen Qingqing almost laughed out loud. She bit her lips hard to suppress her smile, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but turn upwards.
"No wonder Master Fan has some life in his body. It turns out that your son accidentally saved your life."
"What do you mean, drinking raw horse urine can cure diseases?"
"Yes, although it can't completely cure the disease, it has alleviated the symptoms. At least there is a chance of survival. However, your illness is still a bit troublesome."
When Fan Tong heard that Chen Qingqing didn't directly sentence him to death, he knew there was still hope, and he quickly said, "Miss Chen, if you have any requests, please let me know. I promise to satisfy you."
"This..." Chen Qingqing hesitated. If she asked for the consultation fee, her motives would obviously be impure. Since ginseng was valuable, why not...
The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile...
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