"A total of fifty-six yuan and five cents." Doctor He said, "Show me the letter of introduction."
Meng Zezhi took out the money and a letter of introduction to him.
The letter of introduction was opened with the help of Lin Erde's father-in-law, the leader of the production team in the village.
Doctor He was also very interested in the prescriptions that could treat uremia, and he originally wanted to chat with Meng Zezhi again. But Meng Zezhi didn't give him this chance at all, said 'Thank you doctor', turned around with the medicine and left the Rongsheng Hall.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he didn't care about taking the medicine he had caught, and hurriedly chased after him.
"Brother, brother, please stay..."
Meng Zezhi stopped when he heard the sound and looked back.
"Brother—" The middle-aged man was panting.
Meng Zezhi pretended to be puzzled, "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man grabbed Meng Zezhi's hand, and his face couldn't hide his excitement: "Just now, I heard you say in the pharmacy just now that the medicine you grabbed is for the treatment of uremia?"
"Well." Meng Zezhi nodded hesitantly.
"Then, does this medicine work?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.
"Should work."
The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly burst into a light, and he said incoherently: "Brother, my father also has uremia. In the advanced stage, the doctor said that he will not live in a few days... My father is not easy, my mother is early. I ran away with people for a few years, and he drenched and pissed our brothers all by himself. In the end, he got such a terminal illness before enjoying a few years of happiness. Brother, look, can you give me The doctor who prescribed the recipe introduced it to me."
There is no such thing as a kidney transplant these days. Basically, if you get uremia, you can only wait for death.
"This—" Meng Zezhi hesitated.
"I don't ask for your help for nothing, I'll give you the introduction fee." Said, the middle-aged man hurriedly took out a handful of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Meng Zezhi's hand. At a cursory glance, there must be dozens of pieces.
Rather a dutiful son.
Meng Zezhi gave him one more look and frowned, as if hesitating for something.
Seeing Meng Zezhi, he didn't even look at the money in his hand, the middle-aged man knew that this wasn't what people valued, and he was even more anxious: "Brother, I'm begging you, and I'll kneel for you. down..."
The heat is almost over.
Meng Zezhi hurriedly grabbed him and sighed: "For the sake of our family's similar situation... Let me tell you the truth, my ancestors were all doctors, and I figured out the recipe myself based on the medical books handed down from my ancestors. Yes, I haven't used it on people yet... You also know that uremia is a terminal illness, and I estimate that the possibility that this recipe can cure uremia is not high, and there is only a 40% hope at most."
The reason why I say this is to win the trust of the middle-aged man, and he doesn't need to believe it with all his heart. It only takes three days to believe it.
"Forty percent?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and there was actually forty percent, knowing that his father had already been sentenced to death by the doctor invited by Country M.
With a quivering corner of his mouth, he knelt down to Meng Zezhi sincerely: "Brother, please save my father, it's best if you can save it, but if you can't save it... that's life, we won't blame you, please. now…”
"What's the matter?"
"have no idea."
…
Seeing this scene, passers-by stopped one after another.
"Look at this big crowd—" Meng Zezhi frowned, but no matter how much he helped him, the middle-aged man would not stand up.
In the end, he can only say: "Since you have said it for this sake, then I will try it!"
"Okay." The middle-aged man was excited: "Please come with me."
The middle-aged man's surname is Cheng and his full name is Cheng Jichang. It's not long before the whole family has been rehabilitated. He himself is currently teaching at Ding City University. The eldest brother is the secretary of the Ding City Party Committee, the second brother works in a newspaper office, and the two older sisters are also civil servants who eat national meals.
When his family had an accident, it was his father who took all the blame, and this saved the family, but his father's body was exhausted when he underwent labor reform.
No wonder Cheng Jichang is so filial.
Otherwise, Meng Zezhi would not have carefully planned such an event.
"Doctor Lin, how are you?"
Seeing Meng Zezhi take back the hand on the old man's wrist, Cheng Jichang asked impatiently.
"Difficult." Meng Zezhi flipped through the medical records on the side. The patient was so skinny that it was no exaggeration to describe it. The symptoms had already extended to the internal organs, severe muscle weakness, difficulty in standing up, and vomiting blood was a common occurrence. The exhaled air has a smell of urine. In addition, he also suffers from various complications such as high blood pressure and diabetes.
In short, the patient's body is on the verge of collapse.
While speaking, the corner of his eyes fell on the young man who was waiting beside him. The other party noticed his gaze and nodded at him.
Unexpectedly, I ran into an acquaintance.
Isn't it the young man who wrapped all his seafood in the black market before.
Cheng Jichang was overjoyed: "You mean, can it be cured?"
Dr. Zhao on the side curled his lips. He did not believe that a problem that cannot be solved by modern medicine can be cured by a man from Yamano who came out of nowhere with water from dead trees and rotten leaves
It's just that at this moment, all the Cheng family members regard Meng Zezhi as a life-saving straw, and it's not good for him to say some spoilers at this juncture.
"Try it." Meng Zezhi said, "Give me a pen and paper."
"Okay." Cheng Jichang touched his pocket subconsciously.
Seeing this, the nurse on the side hurriedly handed over the ward round record book in her hand.
As Meng Zezhi wrote, he said: "The old man's condition is more complicated. I mean to treat the symptoms first and then the root cause, take your time..."
"Even if it can be cured... The old man is getting older. No matter how well he takes care of him on weekdays, it can last for at most five years. You have to be mentally prepared."
The Cheng family on the side just nodded in agreement.
"Okay." Meng Zezhi carefully checked the two written prescriptions twice before handing it over to Cheng Jichang: "Please, Mr. Cheng, prepare all these medicinal materials, and then help me prepare a set of silver needles and a set of Fire pot."
"No problem." Cheng Jichang said hurriedly.
Just as he was talking, Cheng Jichang's eldest brother Cheng Zhongyue came back: "How is it?"
The young man Cheng Guangzhi looked at Meng Zezhi and whispered a few words in his ear.
"Black market? Sea goods?" Cheng Zhongyue frowned, the word liar flashed across his mind instantly, but he still had luck in his heart: "Send someone to check his details first."
"good."
That afternoon, Cheng Jichang prepared everything Meng Zezhi wanted.
Meng Zezhi asked the Cheng family to ask for two rooms, one for storing medicinal materials and one for decoction.
He tried to inject a period of True Qi into Mr. Cheng's body, and then used acupuncture and cupping to guide this True Qi to slowly repair the wounds in his body, and then supplemented with medicinal juice to warm the internal organs.
He never prescribes medicines, whether it is taking medicines or decoctions, he does it himself. The reason for this is to maintain one's sense of mystery, and secondly, isn't it normal for Chinese medicine practitioners to protect their precious prescriptions from being leaked out
As it turns out, his treatment was on the right track.
three days later.
"Dad, it's found out." Cheng Guangzhi rushed home in a hurry.
Cheng Zhongyue also just came back from get off work.
"That Lin Suihan is just an ordinary fisherman who has never even attended school. His adoptive father is an old Chinese medicine doctor, but he is only a half-assistant. I heard that he has cured people, and he has no medical experience at all. "
"What?" Cheng Zhongyue's expression changed. He thought that Lin Suihan was a liar at best, but he didn't expect that the other party was not even a doctor.
"Master—" Cheng Zhongyue took a short breath, "Go."
As he was talking, Cheng Jichang came downstairs excitedly and saw Cheng Zhong's father-in-law and son, he couldn't wait to share his joy with them: "Brother, Dad, he didn't vomit blood this afternoon, Doctor Zhao said that Dad's stomach ulcer has begun to improve. ."
"What?" Cheng Zhong's father-in-law stagnates, and his expressions change again.
"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Jichang realized that something was wrong with the expressions of Cheng Zhong's father-in-law and his son.
Cheng Zhong's father-in-law and his son looked at each other in dismay, and it was impossible to say that they were going to find Lin Suihan to settle accounts just a second ago.
"Nothing?" Cheng Zhongyue didn't care about the embarrassment: "Good thing, let's go, let's go see the old man, and thank Dr. Lin by the way."