Old man Zhao was so sleepy that he didn't feel anything when the doctor from the county came. He didn't respond even when someone took his pulse while he was lying there. Zhao Dashu didn't know whether he had fainted or was asleep.
"How is he, Doc?"
"I'm afraid I don't have much time left. I'm so angry. What could make me so angry? Plus, I didn't take good care of myself before, so I guess I didn't eat well on weekdays, but I've been holding on. Now that I'm sick, all the symptoms are here."
The old doctor next to him nodded. It was the same as what he judged. In fact, the old man’s health had not been very good before. He had reminded him several times, but he didn’t take it to heart.
This time, I was so angry at my own wife that I almost died. What a sin!
"Is there no other way? I just gave him some ginseng soup."
"Don't waste things. No matter how many good things you have, you can't get them back if you're not energetic. It'll only take about ten days. If he wants to see someone, let him see him. If he wants to eat something, let him eat it."
The doctor felt that there was no need to waste good things on useless people. The person on the kang was obviously already in a critical condition and was too weak to be replenished. He couldn't save the patient. After examining him, he got on Zhao Dashu's mule cart and returned to the city without even prescribing any medicine. Finally, the old doctor in the village prescribed some qi-replenishing medicine for him to take for a few days.
"father!"
Zhao Dayong noticed tears on his father's temples, and it seemed that he had listened to what the doctor said just now. Zhao Dayong felt sad. His father was almost madly angered by his gossiping mother. How could he seek justice?
I don't know who to blame.
"Boss, tell the boss to come home." The old man ordered softly. He didn't expect that he was so useless. After beating up the old woman, he ended up in hell.
He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die. He is in good health and full of energy. Why does the doctor say he is sick?
He felt that he could still be saved, so why didn't they prescribe him any medicine and just gave up on him?
"Third brother, please help me find two better doctors, quickly!" He wanted to ask him to go to the city to find a doctor, but the round trip was too far, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wait.
The old doctor was speechless. What did the old man mean? He didn't trust him and thought he was a quack, right? Didn’t the county doctor say the same thing as him? He really wanted to throw up his sleeves and walk away, but when he saw Zhao Dashu's pleading look, he held back. He didn't want to bother with a dying person.
"Okay, Dad, I'll send the butler to find a few more famous doctors to see you." Zhao Dashu could only comfort him patiently. The old man wanted to find a doctor, could he say no?
"Boss, call me boss!"
Zhao Dayong wanted to curse, it was the boss who made him like this, but now he was still calling him big brother. Forget it, he didn't want to care about it anymore. There was nothing to worry about. After his father passed away, they would no longer have any contact with his eldest brother.
"Okay, I'll ask my eldest brother to come home right now, don't worry, Dad!"
"Second brother, stop crying. Tell me where our eldest brother lives and I'll ask someone to call him later." Zhao Dashu stopped him. It would be better for them to stay by his side for now. Who knows when the old man will die.
He looked at his father's face and found it creepy.
Since his third brother was willing to make one trip, he naturally didn't want to make more than one trip.
"Dad, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom is in my room, do you want to see her?"
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