Chapter 501 Diabetes

"We were about to get married to the Jiang family, but you did this. Now they don't want to be engaged to us anymore. The marriage is off! I wonder what kind of girl you can marry in the future!"

Qian Weidong kicked him.

Qian Liangjie covered his thigh in pain.

It hurts so much, it must be bruised.

"Dad, when did I go to the brothel?" It has come to this.

He still refused to admit it.

"We all saw it clearly, and you even went out the back door. Are you afraid of being seen? Tell me, where did you get the money? The marriage is off, and you even caused me to lose twenty taels. You little bastard, I shouldn't have given birth to you. You are not even as good as your eldest brother's hair."

Qian Weidong kicked again.

Yan Xiu felt very distressed.

But she didn't dare to step forward to stop it.

If she gets in the way when the boss is angry, she will be the one to get beaten.

"You won't tell me, right? Go, get the firewood sticks in the backyard. I'm going to beat him until he admits it." Qian Weidong yelled at Yan Xiu.

Qian Liangjie was immediately scared.

"Dad, I said, I only went there once, and Mom didn't give me any money. Yes, yes, I sold one of my eldest brother's books and left..."

Qian Liangjie said timidly.

In fact, he has been there seven or eight times.

My eldest brother didn't read those books at all, and he sold five of them.

"What? You sold your elder brother's books? You beast! I'll beat you to death." These words completely ignited Qian Weidong's anger.

Why did he come here with his family?

Isn’t it just for the eldest son to be able to study in Sanshan School?

It's a pity that I couldn't get in. I had originally thought that after I married into the Jiang family, I would use the back door to get my two sons and grandson in together. Now I can just take a bath in the hot spring, and there are fewer books.

Those books were all bought with money.

Qian Weidong rushed to the backyard to ask for firewood.

He beat Qian Liangjie half to death and even broke a finger.

Qian Liangjie suffered a lot.

After Jiang Wangyou decided not to marry into the Qian family, she became a lot more cheerful.

There are more smiles.

In addition to embroidery, she would visit Jiang Fubao's clinic and shop from time to time.

The house and shop were bought, whether used as a betrothal gift or dowry in the future, all of them were given to Jiang Wangyou.

The shop was a bit old, so Zhu Yingqiu sent people to renovate it. Once it was completed, he was going to let Jiang Wangyou run it.

Early July.

The weather turned hot and dry.

The door of Jiang Fubao's clinic was opened and the gauze curtain leading to the backyard was hung.

It's cooler now because of the cross-breeze.

Pan Erya stood beside Jiang Fubao and fanned her.

Jiang Fubao is taking the pulse of a little girl.

"Don't worry, it's just that your mother's internal heat is too strong, and she got a little hot after drinking your milk. There's no need to take medicine, because medicine is toxic. She's still too young. So, I'll prescribe you a medicinal diet recipe, and you can go upstairs and eat it for five days. The child will drink your milk and the internal heat will naturally go away."

Jiang Fubao put his hand down and touched the little girl's face. It was soft like cotton candy.

"Okay, little doctor, please prescribe the medicine." The woman holding the little girl was a regular customer of the clinic.

She had a cold body and weak qi and blood. If Jiang Fubao had not protected the fetus for her, the child would have been born in August.

After being married for several years, they finally got pregnant and had a daughter.

The woman treated her like a treasure and doted on her. Whenever the child felt something wrong, she would immediately come to Jiang Fubao's clinic.

Therefore, the two are very familiar with each other.

After the woman carried the child upstairs, Jiang Fubao was finally able to take a rest.

"Erya, stop fanning. It's not that hot. Don't tire your arms." Jiang Fubao turned his head and said to Pan Erya.

People who practice martial arts are different. They have been fanning for nearly half an hour.

Pan Erya didn't even complain of being tired.

"Miss, I'm not tired." Pan Erya said with a smile.

"I need to take a break even if I'm not tired. I've been sitting for too long. I need to stand up and walk around."

After Jiang Fubao finished speaking, he left the chair.

Sitting for a long time can easily cause hemorrhoids. She is so young, she can't ruin her body.

Jiang Fubao simply started practicing Ba Duan Jin in the clinic.

The servants and maids were stunned.

Pan Erya even followed Jiang Fubao and learned how to do it.

"Little miracle doctor, please help my wife and tell her what's wrong with her." After practicing for a while.

Then I saw a man walk in, and when I looked closely, I found he was an acquaintance.

It was the first day of the clinic's opening, and Jiang Fubao had his tongue pierced and bled the fat man.

"Little doctor, my wife has lost a lot of weight in the past few months. She eats five meals a day, but her food intake has not decreased but increased. I always feel something is wrong. Can you please take a look at her? She is so frighteningly thin. When she woke up this morning, she said she couldn't see clearly. Is she sick?" Sheng Youwei's face was filled with worry.

The woman next to him had changed drastically.

If he hadn't mentioned it, Jiang Fubao would have thought that this man had changed his wife.

"Sit there." Jiang Fubao said in a light tone.

She knew what the woman was suffering from before she even took her pulse.

This disease cannot be cured, but it can be controlled.

However, he always pretended to take her pulse to prevent her from doubting his medical skills again.

"I'm not sick at all. My eyesight is blurry because I didn't sleep well. Why did you drag me to the clinic? If we have money, we can go to the restaurant and have a good meal. Why spend it here?" Although Fan Yuhong sat down, she was mumbling to herself.

"So, do you want to take your pulse?" Jiang Fubao didn't rush to reach out his hand, but looked at Sheng Youwei.

"Yes, of course. Thank you, little doctor." Sheng Youwei glared at his wife.

Only then did Fan Yuhong calm down.

"Your wife has diabetes. If she doesn't control her diet, she won't live for many years." Jiang Fubao quickly put down her hand and said bluntly.

"What, diabetes? No wonder, I've heard of this disease before. It's said that people with it will be thirsty and hungry, but they won't gain weight even if they eat. But my wife isn't thirsty, and she doesn't drink much water."

Sheng Youwei was shocked.

But I felt it was strange.

"If you don't drink water, what can you drink to quench your thirst?" Jiang Fubao looked at the woman in front of him.

"I don't like drinking water, I just like eating melons and sweet fruits." Fan Yuhong swallowed her saliva and answered honestly.

"How many do you eat a day?" Jiang Fubao asked again.

"I eat it as a meal! Sometimes I feel that the fruit is not sweet enough, so I have to eat some cakes. Am I really suffering from diabetes? Can it be cured?"

Fan Yuhong, who was originally happy about her weight loss, became scared.

"Do you urinate often?" Jiang Fubao gestured to Pan Erya to grind the ink, while she spread out the paper and prepared to write the prescription.

"A lot! I can eat, poop and pee." Sheng Youwei replied confidently.

"You have diabetes. You have yin deficiency in your body. I'll prescribe a prescription for you. Take it daily. Also, let me say this in advance. You have diabetes. You must be prepared to control your diet for the rest of your life. You must not eat refined rice, refined flour, or sweets. You can only eat brown rice and coarse flour. Otherwise, the medicine will be useless."

Jiang Fubao gave a reminder before writing.