Chapter 711: The Great Tang Dynasty. Prescription
Chu An and the other two got off the car and came to the Chinese medicine clinic, which was not large, only about 20 square meters.
There is a consultation desk in the middle, which is just a long table with a pulse pillow, straw paper and pencils on it.
The entire back wall, except for a door on the far left, is filled with Chinese medicine cabinets, reaching from floor to ceiling, with a small sliding ladder in the middle.
At this time, the door inside was open, and one could see a small courtyard outside. There was a scent of medicine coming from it, and the plaintive voice of a woman could be heard.
"I told you not to let my son go to the police station, but you insisted. Look at him, he always comes back with injuries, and this time he was even slapped in the face. I feel so depressed every day."
"Be a man, it's okay to get hurt." Then came the voice of a middle-aged man.
The wound on Ye Hang's head had been bandaged. He smiled shyly, "My mother likes to nag. She is not in good health. She usually helps my uncle to see a doctor in the Chinese medicine clinic. My father occasionally goes out to see patients. He usually works as a night watchman in the factory and goes to work at night. You guys sit down, sit down."
He pulled out a stack of plastic stools and gave them all to sit on.
"I'll ask my great uncle for help. If my family asks me what happened to my injury, you just say you don't know."
"Okay." Lao Chu agreed.
Ye Hang returned to the yard, and soon a middle-aged man came in supporting an old man with white hair and beard.
"No need to support me, I can still walk." The old man was very thin, with white beard and eyebrows, and seemed... not much taller than Chu An.
"I know you are still strong and healthy, so please slow down." The middle-aged man, who should be Ye Hang's father, warned helplessly.
Ye Hang followed at the end, and a woman also popped her head out to take a look, then retreated back into the yard.
The old man was helped to sit behind the long table. He scanned the faces of Chu An and the other two one by one, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter. "You three are all blessed people, which is rare these days."
Old Chu smiled and bowed, "Thank you for your words, old sir. Even if I didn't have any blessings, now I have more blessings."
"Haha...good kids, good kids. Are you here to see a doctor?"
The three of them looked better than each other.
"It's like this, an old friend of mine is dying, and I had no choice but to buy a prescription, but I don't know if it will work. I hope you can help me see if it's the right medicine for my condition."
While Old Chu was answering, Chu An took out the prescription, the prepared Chinese medicine, and the printed medical records with the names hidden from Little Bee.
Ye Hang took it and handed it to Dabogong.
The old man first looked at the medical records, then the prescription, stroked his beard and nodded, "That's right, but the disease has already penetrated into the bones and blood, I'm afraid it's hard to cure."
Ye Hang's father had already helped to open the Chinese medicine. When the old man saw a corner of it, he stood up suddenly, scaring everyone.
"Dabogong, what's wrong with you?"
The old man hurriedly grabbed the medicine and put it to his nose to smell it, then said in a trembling voice, "Give me my...my magnifying glass."
Ye Hang immediately found it and sent it over.
The old man picked them up one by one and examined them carefully. He even broke some of them open and smelled them. His face showed surprise and joy. "Where did you get this medicine?"
Lao Chu said, "It was given by others."
"Who is that person?" The old man just wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Lao Chu, "......"
"Old sir, do you think this medicine can cure this disease?" Chu An wanted to know the answer.
The old man came to his senses when he heard the clear female voice. He realized that he had lost his composure and quickly cleared his throat and sat back in his seat. However, he pulled the herbs towards him again. Even though he knew they were not his, he still wanted to keep them under his eyes.
"It can be cured, but if the person is over 65, it can only delay life by two years at the least and five years at the most."
The three of them were overjoyed. Chu An hurriedly edited the information and prepared to tell Mou Ci the news.
"But..." The old man stroked his beard. Chu An hesitated as he nodded. "If I were to take care of you, it would take at least 5 years, and at most 10 years."
Oh, I was shocked. Chu An decisively clicked send.
"But...I am old now and don't have the energy to follow up with you."
"Mr. Ye..." Chu An wanted to beg, but swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.
In the last days, she asked herself to do things for herself first and for others second. Therefore, anyone can ask for help except her, as the saying goes, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.
"Mr. Ye, is this the case because you can't find a good medicine for your body?" Chu An never compromises easily. Since he can't get it, he might as well make a deal.
"You are half right, young friend." Old Ye stroked his beard and sighed, "I am already in my eighties, and medicine is only one aspect."
"But if there was good medicine, you wouldn't have to endure the pain of arthritis every night." Father Ye muttered.
"No need to say so much." Old Master Ye rarely showed displeasure. He glanced at the medicines in front of him, and they could not afford any of them.
Even before the end of the world, they might not be able to buy even one or two. The things in here are at least a hundred years old, and at most a thousand years old. This is the reason for the rudeness just now.
There are too few good Chinese medicines these days.
Elder Ye stroked his beard and continued, "But your friend is still a little conservative. A serious case of Yang loss is like fighting for life with the King of Hell, so you have to use strong medicine. There is an ancient prescription that is the best in the world. It only contains two medicines. You can also try it."
"What medicine?" asked Lao Chu.
"Ginseng and aconite, called ginseng and aconite soup." If it were someone else, he wouldn't have mentioned it either. Without good medicine, any prescription would be in vain.
Chu An thought for a moment. She seemed to have heard Wang Ce mention it before, but everyone was unprofessional and was afraid that too much would be as bad as too little.
Old Chu and Gu Ye looked at Chu An at the same time, and Chu An asked again, "Mr. Ye, the friend who gave me the medicine has some good medicine. If you can help me with some advice, I can ask her to give it to you to treat your arthritis."
"Really?" Ye's father and Ye Hang said at the same time.
Mr. Ye was obviously not as excited as the father and son, and there was even a hint of anger on his face.
"Mr. Ye." Old Chu stood up hurriedly and bowed. "It's like this. The seriously ill person is not an ordinary person. He is a great man who has served the country and the people. Such a person should not die young."
Chu An also figured it out. Mr. Ye was unwilling to treat curing illnesses and saving lives as a transaction. But she couldn't understand why the old man didn't charge for consultations.
But when it comes to reading people's expressions, her father is still better.
"Oh?" Mr. Ye raised his eyebrows, his expression much more relaxed, "There are still people like this?"
Lao Chu didn't know the official, but he recognized Mou Ci, "Yes, if the old gentleman is not feeling well, I can recommend someone to assist you.
Although he is not from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, his elders have been studying and have dabbled in both Chinese and Western medicine, and he personally prefers Chinese medicine.”
"Who?"
"He used to live in the inner city of Sheng Tang, but he disappeared recently for some unknown reason." At this point he looked at Ye Hang, "Chief Ye, you know a lot about the Public Security Bureau, I wonder if you can help find out."
Chu An instantly withdrew half of his admiration. Old Chu’s little thoughts were buried here.
When Ye Hang heard the word "missing", he instinctively felt that it was related to the Blue Gold Society. Then when he heard Lao Chu mention Feng Zhuoyi's name, he instantly took a breath.
He knew this man, and he was captured by their auxiliary operations team. However, he didn't know where he was being held now, and he might have been executed.
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