Chapter 510: Legs Broken
"Erya, I'm not saying this, but you're too stingy. I'll give you five cents." Dan'er said.
"Tsk, look at the way you guys are digging, I'll give you ten cents!" Ohmae said.
"Then I'll add a little more, I'll bet twenty cents." Da Wang said.
"What's the point of playing with money? If you want to play, play big. The loser will stand at the door of the clinic and shout three times, 'I am a pig.' Do you want to play?" Jiang Fubao would never be interested in such a small amount of money.
Don’t even mention twenty cents.
She doesn't even look at twenty taels.
Now she has become a truly wealthy woman.
There was a box full of silver in the box under the bed at home.
If she doesn't work hard in her life, it would be enough for her to just lie down for the rest of her life.
"Miss, you are so... um." Dan'er was shy. She looked at Jiang Fubao and hesitated to speak.
"I'm just a pig, so what if I say it?" As a man, Ohzen Daiwang was thick-skinned and agreed directly.
"If you want to play, let's play together. Let me guess first. What about you guys today?" Jiang Fubao rolled his eyes and spoke first.
"Today? I don't think it's likely, but the weather is so cold and it's going to snow soon, so I'll guess it's ten days later." Lu'er looked at the sky outside and then said.
"Ten days later? That's a bit late. It will definitely snow in five days at the latest. So I'll guess five days later." Pan Erya continued.
"I guess three days later." Daner replied.
"Have you finished guessing? I guess it won't snow this year!" Ohmae seemed confident.
It didn’t snow in Lianshan Town every year in previous years, but it has snowed in recent years, and it’s time for it to stop snowing.
"Then what should I guess? Let me think about it and I'll guess tomorrow." Da Wang couldn't make up his mind.
Just mentioned a date.
Jiang Fubao secretly thought that this was not good.
She got up in the morning and heard Phoenix say that it would snow tonight.
Animals have strong senses, so it will definitely rain tonight, but it might be delayed by a few hours.
If it's past midnight, it's the next day.
She won't lose, right?
Jiang Fubao was a little uneasy.
Before she could open her mouth to persuade Da Wang to change the date, she suddenly heard a loud commotion outside the clinic.
As someone who loves to watch the excitement, Jiang Fubao naturally rushed out first and opened the door of the clinic. The cold air immediately rushed in, and Jiang Fubao shuddered.
She shrank her neck and wanted to close the door, but she couldn't control her curiosity.
She wrapped her clothes tightly and went out after all.
Pan Erya followed closely.
"Tsk tsk, what kind of disease is this? His feet are rotten and stink. When he passed by me just now, I thought someone was carrying a shit bucket."
There were quite a few people outside watching the excitement.
A fat woman covered her mouth and nose and whispered.
Jiang Fubao also looked over there.
I saw the entrance of the clinic not far ahead.
Sheng Youwei was crossing the threshold carrying Fan Yuhong on his back.
The cloth on Fan Yuhong's right foot got caught on something and fell off, but neither Fan Yuhong nor Sheng Youwei noticed.
The paw was as dark in color as marinated meat. It was already rotten and dripping with black water. The meat was minced and rotten, red and yellow, and mixed with pus and blood. You didn't need to get close to know the stench.
It's disgusting just looking at it.
Jiang Fubao frowned.
It seems that this woman's diabetes has become very serious.
She lost interest, and the cold wind felt like a knife scraping across her neck.
Jiang Fubao and Pan Erya went back.
Don't forget to close the door.
I was afraid that the smell would come in.
Diabetic foot odor is not just ordinary odor, even a cesspool that has been filled with feces for a month cannot match half of this odor.
In the clinic next door, Doctor Hu, who was examining Fan Yuhong's pulse, vomited twice and tears came out of his eyes.
It's impossible to diagnose the pulse.
I felt much better after staying away from him.
After he recovered, he took out a piece of linen from the cupboard and tied it around his mouth and nose.
Come back for pulse check again.
"Old doctor, how is my wife? The weather has been cold recently. Suddenly one day, my wife's feet started to become red and swollen. She thought her feet were frozen, and because of the pain in her feet, she stayed in bed.
As a result, within a month, her foot became like this. I was busy in Linxian County and had no time to take care of her. That’s why I came a little late. Can my wife’s foot be cured?”
Sheng Youwei also had a scarf tied around his face.
Even the closest people can't smell this stench.
His feet were almost crippled, but Sheng Youwei didn't care about the old doctor checking his wife's feet.
"I can't cure it, you should find someone else." Doctor Hu put down his hand.
He shook his head.
Judging from her pulse, the woman in front of me will not live until the beginning of next spring.
But he didn't say that.
Since you can't cure it, don't offend people.
"Incurable? I just have frostbite, why can't it be cured? Please prescribe some frostbite medicine for me." Fan Yuhong has lost a lot of weight again.
Her face was sallow.
He is now just skin and bones.
Due to excitement, the blue veins on her neck were particularly obvious.
Her eyes were bulging out, and her high cheekbones made her look particularly mean.
"My medical skills are not very good, you should go somewhere else." Doctor Hu was not angry.
He waved his hands and chased them away.
The sackcloth on his face was never taken off.
Because her right foot had no feeling, Fan Yuhong couldn't walk at all, so Sheng Youwei had to carry her out again, put her on a cart outside, and push her to another clinic.
When passing by Jiang Fubao's clinic, he turned his head and took a look.
Seeing that the door was closed, he did not go in.
"It stinks. Get out of here right away. There's no cure."
"It's a strange disease. It doesn't look like frostbite. There's no cure. You should go find someone else."
"Your wife has diabetes. She has taken medicine but it hasn't gotten better. But this foot injury is strange. I can't cure it. You should all leave now."
"She is already dying. You should hurry home to prepare for her death. It will be March at the latest, and she may not survive until New Year's Eve at the earliest. It is better to prepare as soon as possible."
"......"
There is no law in every clinic.
There was even a younger doctor who directly said that Fan Yuhong didn't have much time left to live.
The couple were shocked and despairing.
Sheng Youwei, pushing a cart, came to the outside of Yaoxiangshan Pavilion again.
The door is still closed.
There were sounds of playfulness coming from inside.
"Wife, there is nowhere to go. If you don't get treatment, you will lose your leg and your life... You decide for yourself, do you want to go to the little doctor's clinic, or should I rent a carriage and take you to Chang'an for treatment?"
Sheng Youwei put down the cart, stood in front of Fan Yuhong and asked.
"Go to Chang'an Town. I don't believe her, little girl. What disease can she cure? Hurry up and rent a carriage. I have to save my feet. No, save my life first!" Knowing that she didn't have much time to live, Fan Yuhong didn't have the strength to speak.
When she started scolding people, she actually breathed heavily.
Sheng Youwei could only push the cart away mumbling.
An hour later, the carriage left the city.
Rushed to Chang'an Town.
There were not many people in Jiang Fubao's clinic in the afternoon.
She got home before it got dark.
"It's so cold today. Let's have hot pot hot pot tonight. Don't use plain water or spicy food. Use pork ribs and chicken bones to make a soup. I don't want spicy food today."