Chapter 128 Known problems cannot be cured?

"Okay, old man, as long as you are not afraid that you don't agree with us young people's tastes."

In fact, this is easy to solve, old man can just order a little.

She just made up an excuse.

The phone rang.

It was Fu Shiran calling.

"Zhi Wan, where are you now? We are already in the restaurant, come over."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Zhiwan turned to the old man and smiled, "They are already in the restaurant, let's go directly there."

Old Man Di responded happily, "Okay, girl is really a kind child, you didn't refuse an old man like me."

Could she refuse?

Pei Zhiwan couldn't help muttering in her heart, she was decisive in killing, and she was also a ruthless person in her previous life, but she made exceptions for special people like the elderly, the weak, women, children, the sick and the disabled.

The two of them appeared at the dining table together.

Di Yale and Di Chen both almost popped out their eyes in surprise.

One was surprised.

The other was frightened.

"Grandpa? Why did you come with Sister Zhiwan? Haven't you been in poor health and haven't returned to the city? Are you okay?"

Di Yale stood up, walked over, held Grandpa Di's hand affectionately, and asked with great concern.

Di Chen's face became unpredictable, and he stood up subconsciously, looking at Grandpa Di, but did not move.

Fu Shiran and others also stood up to greet him.

Grandpa Di is the old patriarch of the Di family, and he is also a well-known figure.

But in recent years, Grandpa Di has been in poor health and suffers from chronic bronchitis and asthma. He has been staying at home since last autumn.

Therefore, Di Huainan took care of all the business of the Di family, and it became increasingly rare to see Old Master Di.

Old Master Di smiled kindly and said, "Children, please sit down. I, an old man, am here to join in the fun. Just don't mind."

Fu Shiran and others laughed, how could that be? It was an honor for the old man to come.

After everyone sat down, Old Master Di asked the waiter to prepare a set of tableware for him alone.

"I have asthma, and I can't infect you."

Pei Zhiwan's liking for him rose sharply because he was so self-conscious and particular.

During the meal, Old Master Di suddenly coughed.

He leaned over and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

But the coughing did not stop, and Di Yale was very worried and patted his back to relieve his breath.

"Grandpa, you are not in good health. You have been at the gambling conference for so long today. You should go back to the city. You must be tired."

Pei Zhiwan just realized that Grandpa Di was in such a bad health. No wonder Di Huainan was in charge of the Di family's industry and was powerless to do anything about Di Chen's affairs. It was likely that he was sidelined by the clan members because of his health problems.

"Cough cough... Le'er, I'm fine, don't worry. Grandpa has an old illness. I just choked and coughed violently. It will be fine after a while." Grandpa Di tried hard to finish these words, but he coughed even more violently.

He stood up and staggered out.

Di Yale was so anxious that she cried.

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

"My, my grandma... cough..."

Grandpa Di could no longer speak because of the cough.

Di Yale chased after him crying, and Di Chen hurriedly said, "I'll go call a doctor."

Pei Zhiwan didn't know why, but felt inexplicably distressed for Grandpa Di.

He coughed so hard, but he still thought about not affecting others, and struggled to walk out of the restaurant.

No more hesitation.

Pei Zhiwan chased after him, supported the old man, and took out a plastic bottle from his pocket and handed it to Di Yale who was crying beside him.

"Pour out three pills and let Grandpa take them."

Di Yale didn't hesitate at all, twisted the lid of the plastic bottle, poured out three small blood-red pills, put them in the palm of her hand and handed them to Grandpa Di's lips: "Grandpa, you take them, Sister Zhiwan's medical skills are great."

Grandpa Di didn't hesitate either, and swallowed the pills immediately.

In an instant, his cough became lighter, and soon he stopped coughing.

"Girl, your medicine is amazing. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would be sad today."

Master Di said gratefully.

Then he sighed self-deprecatingly: "Ah, I am a useless old thing. It's really tiring to live. I originally wanted to have dinner with you young people and get some energy. Who would have thought, ah!"

Pei Zhiwan hurriedly smiled and said, "Master, can I take your pulse?"

Master Di immediately stretched out his wrist and responded happily, "Okay, so many people have not been cured of my old illness, including famous doctors. You can stop my cough so quickly, it's really amazing, girl, can you take a look for me, can it be cured?"

Pei Zhiwan stopped talking and concentrated on taking the old man's pulse.

Her expression suddenly became serious. Master Di did have an old problem of asthma, but he had never been cured?

This is strange. Why can't he cure the obvious illness?

Moreover, the condition inside his body is very complicated, as if he has been invaded by something for a long time, so that all kinds of dirty organs have been boiled like a frog in warm water, but it is not very obvious when taking the pulse. If it weren't for her Taoism, she would not be able to tell at all, and Western medicine would not be able to tell either.

She exerted a little force and continued to press the pulse.

Yes, it is a kind of chronic poisoning, and asthma is allowed to develop, coupled with this chronic poisoning, so it is getting worse and worse, but as for what kind of poison it is, she doesn't know yet. It is caused by the long-term accumulation of trace doses.

It seems to be roughly the same as Di Chen's situation, that is, someone wants their lives.

No wonder.

Di Chen and Di Yale were once in such a miserable situation.

The old man can't save himself.

Di Chen had finished the call and came over.

When he saw Pei Zhiwan's expression, he frowned and had a bad feeling.

Pei Zhiwan finally pulled her hand back.

Master Di stared into her eyes but didn't ask any questions.

Di Chen did the same.

None of them dared to ask.

Only Di Yale asked anxiously, "Sister Zhiwan, how is my grandfather? Is he easy to cure?"

Pei Zhiwan knew the previous situation between Di Laoyezi and Di Chen, which must have been caused by the internal struggle of the wealthy family.

She didn't want to be implicated innocently. After all, it was the family affairs of the Di family, which had nothing to do with her, and she didn't want to get into trouble.

Pei Zhiwan smiled slightly and said casually: "Grandpa is in good health. The cough can be controlled with Chinese medicine and it won't hurt your body. I'll prescribe a prescription for you. Of course, you don't have to use it. After all, I only learned some folk remedies from traveling doctors in the countryside, and they may not be recognized by the family doctors of the Di family." But

Di Yale shook his head and said, "No, I believe in Sister Zhiwan, your folk remedies will definitely help grandpa. Those family doctors are very good, but they make grandpa's illness worse?"

Grandpa Di also laughed and said, "Le'er makes sense. I'll try Zhiwan's medicine, maybe it will help."

Pei Zhiwan then took out a pen and a notepad from his body, wrote a message on it, and then handed it to Di Chen.

"Does the clinic at the villa have Chinese herbal medicine? If not, go out and buy some. Just boil some. Start tonight, drink it three times a day for a week. Grandpa's asthma will be much better this winter. By the way, take this bottle of medicine. If you have a cough due to external factors, you can use it to temporarily stop the cough."