Renhe Hospital in Beijing.
Inside the VIP deluxe ward.
Wu Shengde, accompanied by a group of doctors and nurses, followed closely behind Xu Jiayin, saying anxiously:
"Mr. Xu, it's not in accordance with regulations for you to suddenly bring other doctors to our hospital to treat your father. Perhaps you should talk to our department head first!"
"Um?"
Xu Jiayin looked at Wu Shengde with displeasure. This doctor, who was known as the most skilled attending physician in the internal medicine department of Renhe Hospital, wished he could punch him twice.
Ever since his father was transferred from Guangzhou to this hospital, the other party has been in charge of his father's condition.
The result was that not only did they spend tens of millions of yuan, but his father's condition worsened.
That's what really angered him.
He has plenty of money!
But at least make some difference when you treat someone, right?
What kind of rubbish is this, getting worse the more it's treated? Are you sure you're not just trying to rip me off?
Xu Jiayin glared at the other party and snorted coldly:
"What? Do I need your hospital's permission to see another doctor? Is this how your hospital treats patients?"
"this....."
Wu Shengde's face was somewhat unpleasant, but he dared not refute it.
Immediately, Xu Jiayin turned to Su Zhengnan and Li Huai'an and said with a smile, "Dr. Su, Director Li, please take a look. If you can cure my father, I will definitely pay you the full consultation fee."
Although Xu Jiayin didn't know anything about medicine, he was rich!
Having money is his greatest source of confidence.
Su Zhengnan nodded and replied, "I'll check on your father's condition first."
As he spoke, Su Zhengnan walked to the bedside, placed his hand on Xu Jiayin's father's wrist, and carefully took his pulse.
The father, lying on the hospital bed, looked as thin as a bamboo pole. He had been ravaged by the disease and was no longer recognizable as a human. His body was covered with various tubes, and he could only be fed by intravenous nutrition to keep his body alive.
Su Zhengnan didn't look at Xu's father's Western medical records. Instead, he carefully felt the other man's pulse, his brows almost furrowing together.
The patient's pulse was very strange, unlike that of a normal patient.
Su Zhengnan placed one hand on Xu's father's wrist and felt that the other's pulse beat only once every long time, and the intervals were uneven, slow and weak, like water dripping from a leaky roof, only one drop after a long time.
This is... a leaky roof vein?
Su Zhengnan's face darkened. He stood up, pried open Xu's father's mouth, and examined his tongue. He took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing this, Li Huai'an couldn't help but ask anxiously, "How is it, Junior Brother?"
"This isn't good. Judging from the pulse, it might be a 'leaky roof pulse'!"
Su Zhengnan replied with a frown.
"What? A leaky roof?"
Li Huai'an was taken aback and didn't know how to respond.
Listening to their conversation.
Xu Jiayin looked completely bewildered and couldn't help but ask:
"Director Li, what is 'leaky roof pulse'? Can my father's illness be cured?"
Li Huai'an couldn't help but sigh and explained, "The so-called 'leaky roof pulse' is one of the seven deadly pulses in traditional Chinese medicine. A leaky roof means that the stomach qi and the body's defensive qi are about to be exhausted."
The "leaky roof pulse," also known as the "seven deadly pulses," or one of the "ten strange pulses," is a type of pulse that is considered unlucky.
Patients with this kind of pulse usually mean they are about to die, and there is no way to save them. Even Hua Tuo would have to think twice before deciding whether he could cure them.
The *Suwen* (Plain Questions) chapter "On the Pulse of Normal People" states: "When the pulse of a dying spleen comes out... it is like a leaking roof, like flowing water, which means the spleen is dead."
Yuan Dynasty physician Wei Yilin's "Effective Prescriptions for Physicians" states: "If the pulse is between the muscles and tendons, like a dripping stream, lasting for a long time before a single drop is released, weak and feeble, resembling a water droplet splashing on the ground, it indicates that the stomach qi and the body's vital energy are completely depleted."
If the stomach qi is exhausted, the body will die!
This is an age-old medical principle.
As the saying goes, "With stomach qi, one lives; without stomach qi, one dies!"
To be honest, if they hadn't been constantly feeding Mr. Xu with intravenous fluids through a tube...
This old man must have died long ago; he simply couldn't have held on until now because his stomach energy was almost completely depleted, and his body was unable to digest or absorb any energy needed to sustain life.
Xu Jiayin didn't understand these theories of traditional Chinese medicine, but he realized that Li Huai'an was saying that his father's illness was almost incurable, which seemed to mean that he could only wait to die.
"Director Li, is there really no way to cure this roof leak pulse?"
Xu Jiayin asked somewhat anxiously.
Li Huai'an sighed softly and said, "There is a reason why this 'leaky house pulse' is called one of the seven deadly pulses. Even if my teacher came, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to diagnose it."
The probability of curing a disease that our ancestors called the "Seven Deadly Meridians" is almost zero.
Wu Shengde, standing to the side, couldn't help but scoff and said, "What nonsense about 'leaky pulse'? I think you Chinese medicine practitioners just love to dabble in these mystical things. Old Xu just has necrosis of the stomach. As long as we can find a matching stomach to replace it for Old Xu, I guarantee that Old Xu's condition will be cured immediately."
Upon hearing what the other party said...
Li Huai'an glared at him and said, "What do you know, you Western doctor? This kind of stomach failure can't be cured by replacing the stomach. Even if you replace it with a matching stomach, it will die back in the same way soon. This is not a problem with the stomach at all. Moreover, the organs are about to fail, and there is no way to save it."
Watching the two argue, Xu Jiayin said somewhat helplessly:
“I don’t understand what it means to have an incomplete stomach. A stomach transplant is really useless. My dad had one before.”
"What? Your father already had a stomach transplant once? Why didn't you mention it to us before!"
Wu Shengde was dumbfounded and asked in surprise.
Xu Jiayin raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you think your hospital can't find out if I don't tell you? What are you doctors doing? Who's the doctor, you or me?"
"Oh, this..."
Wu Shengde was speechless after being rebuked!
If this were an ordinary patient's family member, he would have verbally abused the other person to death, or even kicked them out of the hospital.
But this is Xu Jiayin...
Wu Shengde felt terrible. If Old Xu had already had a stomach transplant, he really wouldn't have any way to cure his illness.
But thinking about it, it makes sense.
Given Xu Jiayin's financial situation, it was impossible for him not to give his father a stomach transplant.
It was at this moment.
Su Zhengnan suddenly spoke up, "Actually, judging from Elder Xu's pulse, it's not entirely hopeless."
"What method? Dr. Su, I'm willing to pay any price as long as you can cure my father!"
Xu Jiayin's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.
After pondering for a moment, Su Zhengnan said, "Although Elder Xu's stomach qi is about to die, it is not completely severed from the pulse. If we can find a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, we may be able to prescribe a formula to temporarily stabilize Elder Xu's condition."
"At the same time, with the assistance of acupuncture to strengthen the stomach and dispel cold and stagnation, there may still be a glimmer of hope."
"but....."
"But what?"
Xu Jiayin quickly pressed for an answer.
Su Zhengnan blinked and looked at the other party, saying, "However, I don't have this hundred-year-old wild ginseng on hand right now, but my senior brother does have one. I just don't know what price Mr. Xu is willing to pay to buy it?"
He used to have more than a dozen wild ginseng plants that were over a hundred years old.
However, he sold them all.
Since the system's tasks hadn't been refreshed, Su Zhengnan naturally couldn't possibly have any more century-old wild ginseng.
Currently, only his senior brother has one left, which was bought from him by his senior brother Chu Xingyun with his own money last time.
As for the other buyers, Su Zhengnan didn't know any of them.
"You mean your senior brother has a hundred-year-old wild ginseng?"
Xu Jiayin said with a look of surprise, "No matter how much it costs, I will buy this century-old wild ginseng, as long as it can cure my father."
Hehe, that's exactly what I wanted to hear!
Su Zhengnan couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Then I'll contact my senior brother now."
As he spoke, Su Zhengnan took out his phone and dialed Chu Xingyun's number.
The call was answered shortly afterward.
Su Zhengnan explained the situation to his senior brother, Chu Xingyun.
After listening to Su Zhengnan's explanation, Chu Xingyun was silent for a moment, then said:
"Since he is your patient, then you can decide. You can set the price, and I will have someone send the ginseng to you right away."
"Alright, thank you very much, Senior Brother!"
Su Zhengnan hung up the phone with a smile, then looked at Xu Jiayin and said:
"My senior brother agreed to sell the century-old wild ginseng to President Xu, but he spent over 30 million yuan to buy it, so..."
Faced with Xu Jiayin, a wealthy tycoon, Su Zhengnan immediately doubled the price.
Upon hearing this, Xu Jiayin agreed without hesitation, "Okay, price is not a problem, I'll transfer the money to your senior brother right now."
As he spoke, Xu Jiayin turned and called over his female secretary.
Su Zhengnan then smiled and gave the other party his senior brother's account.
Soon, the other party transferred more than 35 million to Chu Xingyun's account.
For a big shot like Xu Jiayin, there are no restrictions on his bank card transfers.
He still has this privilege.
Otherwise, he shouldn't be in the real estate industry at all.
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