In Xue Qiyuan's "confusion", Huang Wendao's slightly confused expression on his face flashed away, and Zhang Shou and his two children: "Go back to the room first."
Lin Mei waited until the child returned to the room before she sat down with a pale face.
Xue Qiyuan finally realized that there was something wrong with this, and asked slowly: "Uncle Huang, what exactly did Yang Can mean by asking, what blood clot in the brain?"
"This is the end of the matter, I won't hide it from you." Huang Wendao looked a few years old in an instant, and pointed to his head calmly: "Xiaoyuan, please calm down and listen to me. I have an intracranial blood clot here. , It oppresses blood vessels or brain tissue, sometimes... sometimes it makes me have some functional "sexual" obstacles..."
Huang Wendao did not explain what is a functional "sex" disorder, but anyone with a little bit of medical knowledge knows that blood clots in the brain compress the nerves, which can cause blindness in both eyes, and symptoms such as syncope, which are quite dangerous for anyone.
Xue Qiyuan stood up immediately, her voice trembling, and she took Huang Wendao's hand: "How come Uncle Huang, you have always been in good health, how can you have blood clots in your brain, can you undergo surgery?"
Yang Can took out a cigarette next to him, and faintly "interrupted" to explain: "Do you remember the car accident five years ago? I think Uncle Huang should be the root cause of the disease at that time."
With these words, Huang Wendaofu's "women" all looked at Yang Can with surprise. They had been careful to conceal this matter, except for their husbands and "women", even the closest people knew about it.
Lin Mei's hand trembled slightly, and she gently pressed Huang Wendao's arm and shook her head desperately. Huang Wendao was indeed very talkative. This matter has always been his heart disease. Since it has been exposed, there is no need to hide it. Now, looking at Xue Qiyuan with a wry smile:
"The doctor said that the blood clot was caused by the external impact which caused congestion in the brain. The craniotomy is too dangerous. I do not recommend it. I will be able to move around freely within a few years. I am afraid that I will have to lie down and live my life. ."
Huang Wendao's ambitions were all buried because of this blood clot. How regretful and unwilling he was in his heart, but what about it, it has always been God's will. If God wants to accept him, how can he struggle
"You... why didn't you tell us earlier..." Xue Qiyuan's elegant face was intertwined with sadness and pity, trying to calm herself as much as possible, but the left hand that was gently pinched was trembling, if it weren't for Yang Chan stretched out his hand to support her, and she would collapse on the spot.
Nowadays, Xue Qiyuan can’t be used to describe Xue Qiyuan’s fit. She actually knows that Huang Wendao’s qualifications in the Democratic Party are not enough. There is little hope for this election, but this election lays a solid foundation for a four-year election. Networking is an essential link.
Before she came, she had formulated a four-year plan for herself. She had secretly contacted all the forces that could be contacted within the Democratic Party, and was ready to make a big splash in the United States and develop her own career. She wanted to let her relatives who looked forward to her family understand that she Xue Qiyuan can accomplish a great career even without the Meng Yin of her ancestors.
In terms of ability and skill, no one in the younger generation of the Xue family can compare with her.
But this cruel reality destroyed her only yearning so ruthlessly, Huang Wendao, the most critical link in her plan collapsed.
"Xiaoyuan, don't blame me, don't blame me...I am selfish..." Huang Wendao took a deep breath and stammered. He regretted this decision in his life.
Five years ago, he was hit by a car accident and left this blood clot in his head. After seeing it at that time, the experts were helpless and only reminded him not to worry about it and to rest at home.
But back then, his career was thriving, and his integrity was golden years. He didn't believe in this evil, so he forcibly concealed it. He wanted to rush for it, but he did not expect to rush to the current dilemma.
He concealed it for so long not only did not make progress in his political career, but also aggravated his illness. If Mr. Fu and the Xue family knew that the people they supported had concealed such a big thing, the severe punishment would result in him who could not believe it. He harmed him. The interests of the entire group.
With so many resources and so much time spent on a half-dead person, what a ridiculous thing for those ambitious people behind!
At this time, Xue Qiyuan felt sorry for Huang Wendao’s destiny and felt sad for her own future. She was cold, and she did not expect that such an opportunity she had worked so hard for was a dead end..
The desolate atmosphere filled the room, and Lin Mei couldn't help crying: "Old Huang, this all blames me. If I hadn't insisted on letting you do this at the beginning, things wouldn't have gotten into this situation."
"Don't say it, it's all for the children." Huang Wendao shook his head calmly, and put his arms around his wife's shoulders to comfort him.
While everyone was silent and weeping, Yang Can's face was calm. He gently placed his hand on Huang Wendao's hand. The energy of consciousness spread over and explored his body. The energy followed his arm into his body and reached his brain. Chan felt the blockage of the large shadow in his brain, and he probably knew in his heart.
"Uncle Huang, there is a cure for this disease." Yang Can smiled freely and freely: "I know a qigong expert who specializes in treating this disease."
"Qigong? Lao Huang has tried it, but the effect is not ideal." Lin Mei shook her head without any expression of excitement. They have tried all the ways they can try these years, what cocktail therapy, spiritual "Sex" music therapy and Hawaiian massage therapy have all been done with weird methods, and the popular Qigong therapy in San Francisco is of course no exception.
Knowing that he couldn't convince them now, Yang Can directly turned on the computer and showed the two couples a video of the previous Nanchu Satellite TV, while explaining the principle.
The two couples even took Xue Qiyuan with each other with suspicion, and could heal the illness with the wire? Is Yang Can still a student of the qigong master in the video? It sounds really unconvincing.
"Do you know Qigong?" Xue Qiyuan was still mourning the autumn moon, but she was forced to laugh when Yang Can suddenly took out the video. Her eyes were as beautiful as lake water.
Yang Can smiled indifferently. He didn't want to force Huang Wendao to believe this. This was a chance he gave him. If he forced it, he could heal it. I was afraid that the favor would be sold too cheaply. They just waited for them to speak. .
The two couples looked at them and still felt that the matter was hanging. Under hesitation, Huang Wendao gritted his teeth and nodded: "Since there is a new treatment, let's try it. Xiao Yang is here anyway."
Lin Mei didn't mind trying the new therapy, but she was still a little frightened looking at the wire that was energized. This wouldn't be enough to electrocute people without curing her illness.
"Well, I think I will call Dr. George from Los Angeles Hospital. Is it convenient for you, Xiao Yang?" Lin Hai cautiously suggested that when you go to a regular hospital, your safety and "sex" will be guaranteed with Dr. George by the side. .
Knowing that there was a reason for their caution, Yang Can readily agreed.
On the way back, Yang Can and Xue Qiyuan were silent. Both people were a little thirsty. They stopped to buy a drink at the Wal-Mart supermarket on the roadside. When they walked halfway out, there was a downpour in the sky, and they hurriedly hid under an eaves next to them.
There was still some distance from the parking lot. Watching the huge raindrops hit the ground, Xue Qiyuan bit her lower lip, looking very aggrieved. She was silent for a few seconds, biting her silver teeth and wanted to rush out, but she was immediately exposed to the heavy rain for two seconds. , Miss Xue shivered and ran back under the eaves, and could not help but suddenly raised her voice and shouted to the sky:
"God Hun~~ Are you trying to'force' me to death~! Why am I not a man! Why should I let these bad things happen~!" The voice was full of sadness.
Yang Can was smoking a cigarette and watching, feeling a little sympathetic to her experience, and at the same time feeling a little interesting. Usually when you encounter this kind of situation, you have to vent, don't you want to rush into the rain and kneel on the ground to shout to God? That seemed bleak enough, how did Miss Xue rush halfway and come back...
Seeing Yang Can not moving, after scolding God, Xue Qiyuan couldn't help but nodded angrily with his toes: "Hey! What are you doing standing there?"
"After smoking this cigarette." Yang Can lifted his foot gently to avoid the celebrity who was angry with the eldest lady.
"What cigarettes do you smoke? Why don't you go buy an umbrella with me~" Xue Qiyuan pushed Yang Can, with a arrogant taste.
Normally, although this sister Xue is a bit arrogant, she still seems quite considerate. Today, she finally broke out and started to make trouble like a little girl. Yang Can pinched out the smoke in an angry manner, not wanting to entangle with her, after all, on the street with her. What a ugly woman pulling and pulling.
He took off his jacket and blinked at Xue Qiyuan over his head: "Let's go." Compared to the way back to the supermarket, the road to the parking place is much closer. Because of the rain, Yang Can ran back to buy an umbrella stupidly.
"That's it?" Xue Qiyuan pointed to Yang Can's coat in disbelief.
"What's the matter, Giorgio Armani ~ $800 umbrella, can't reach Sister Xue's level?" Yang Can's slumped mouth means you love it or not, I'm not interested in wasting time with you.
Xue Qiyuan looks above the top. When she was in China, how many people rushed to help her with an umbrella. They did not expect that they would end up like this when they came to the United States. Looking at Yang Can bitterly, he directly grabbed his coat and flicked it. Throw it far into the trash can on the side of the road.
"Asshole~ Go pick up the umbrella~!"
Seeing his Armani jacket being thrown on the ground, Yang Can, who was smoking a cigarette, was a little speechless, but not very angry. After all, he still sympathizes with Sister Xue. His big man doesn’t care about a piece of clothing, but he doesn’t. In the habit of serving people, he patted and smoked his last cigarette freely, dropped his cigarette butt, and walked slowly into the rain indifferently.
Back then, intensive training in the rain lasted for most of the day, and a little rain was actually quite pleasant for Yang Canlai.
Xue Qiyuan looked at Yang Can’s back and was stunned on the spot. She bit her lower lip and was a little shaken. She suddenly took off her jacket to block her head, ran into the rain, and covered Yang Can’s head, looking with a very complicated expression. Looking at him, Yang Can still looks like a foolish man, neither angry nor moved.
"You man! Why are you so disrespectful!? A woman loses her temper and throws your brand-name clothes in the trash can, and you shout at me and let me pick it up! Or make me apologize! Why are you so stupid to get in the rain!"
Yang Can looked at her indifferently, and pointed to the trash can in the distance: "Then you can pick it up for me."
"Can't just apologize!?" Xue Qiyuan widened those beautiful eyes and said sorry, but her tone was as if Yang Can was his cheating husband.
Yang Can was so dumbfounded by the eldest lady's reaction that she let her put her clothes on the two people's heads and get in the car.
On the road, Xue Qiyuan sat in the car without doing anything, looking at the bustling urban area outside the car window, a little confused and a little lost. Due to claustrophobia, the car window was still open with a slit, and Xue Qiyuan’s soft side face was lined in the night breeze. Unspeakable beauty.
Yang Can held the steering wheel and said calmly: "Don't be bored, cry if you want." He could see how hard Xue Qiyuan was hit today, and tried to tease her.
"Why should I cry..." Xue Qiyuan turned around and stared at Yang Can, but immediately sighed: "I... I don't seem to remember how to cry."
Yang Can leaned over and passed the napkin in his arms, which meant that he could cry now.
Xue Qiyuan took the napkin, and was stunned for a few seconds, but a hand of Yang Can's shoulder was pulled over: "Shoulder... lend me a bit."
Although Yang Can complained in his heart, you threw my coat away, and you still want to cry to wet my clothes. I was inviting you to provoke you, but my heart softened for no reason. I loosened my shoulders and only felt Yang Xiuya. Leaning lightly on his shoulder, quietly, warm breath floated over his face.
Yang Can thought to himself, cry, cry, it will be better if you cry out, a woman should look like a woman, why pretend to be a strong woman, I haven't seen your thoughts, obviously it's not that piece of material that pretends to be so hard.
When the night breeze was blowing, Yang Can drove the car as far as possible and stabilized. He felt Xue Qiyuan softly sobbing on her shoulders, making a "woooo" sound, and she did not consciously sympathize with her, she was a good girl. The president was robbed of business twice by himself, and he was even sent to a foreign country. He can be regarded as one of the victims of his own path of success. He has committed sins~~
At the time when Yang Can's conscience was flooding, Xue Qiyuan sighed quietly: "Hey... I still can't cry after brewing for a long time."
Turning her head and looking, she saw Miss Xue clutching her shoulders, her painful hands tightly pinching her clothes and rubbing her body, sobbing and "crying", but there were no tears in her beautiful eyes.
"Why can't I cry?" Xue Qiyuan sighed with regret on Yang Can's shoulder.
Yang Can couldn't help laughing and crying, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit in her heart. A woman who was stunned in the business field but forgot how to cry, what happened to her? It wasn't that the night when she lied to herself, she seemed to shed tears, is that a cry
The car stopped at the door, Yang Can opened the door and sent Xue Qiyuan out of the car. The lady looked back at him before entering the door and asked hesitantly: "You really know qigong, isn't that nonsense?"
"Would you like me to show you, you seem to have some gastrointestinal problems" Yang Can squeezed into the door as he said, he kept thinking about it in the car.
"Don't think I don't know how to undress for qigong treatment~~!" Xue Qiyuan closed the door fiercely and made Yang Can sigh. This young lady hasn't collapsed yet. It seems that this desperate atmosphere has not been completely created.
***
The next day, in the Los Angeles suburban hospital, in Dr. George's treatment room, Yang Can, Huang Wendaofu "women", and Xue Qiyuan stood in front of a huge instrument.
"No, how is this possible? Qigong with wires is ridiculous." Dr. George is a typical American doctor who can't accept Yang Can's "novel" therapy at all.
Huang Wendao has signed the exemption letter and said with a smile: "It's okay, this is my friend will never hurt me, they saved a lot of people in China with this method."
Dr. George looked quite angry, and said firmly: "It may be a response to the activation of internal organs with voltage stimulation. There is no medical basis at all!"
Yang Can didn’t find it strange. When he was in China, his method was highly criticized. The U.S. has a more rigorous attitude towards medicine, so naturally he can’t accept it. In the past, the Chinese children were also sued by their father because they were scraped by their father. The Chinese parents *** the children.
Instead, Lin Mei said roundly next to him: "George, I know you are worried. In fact, this is why we came to you. You can look at the scan of the blood clot in Huang Wendao's head. If you find something wrong, you can stop at any time. This treatment."
When George heard that Yang Can, a person without a doctor's license, had previously guaranteed that it was valid on the spot, he couldn't help but laughed, and it was valid on the spot? You think you are doing magic. These Chinese people are really funny. They always believe in these god-given things, such as acupuncture, cupping, and Gua Sha. Now they actually use wire Qigong.
But looking at his old friend Huang Wendao’s look of expectation, George, as a private doctor, was embarrassed to stick to it. Anyway, if he was watching the instrument next to him, nothing big would happen. In case he refused them, Huang Wendao himself Let this madman be treated at home, even if the consequences will be even more disastrous.
"Okay." George finally nodded and looked at Yang Can: "But I want you to promise that you have to stop immediately when I say stop."
Finally an agreement was reached. In the tense atmosphere of the crowd, Yang Can let Huang Wendao lie down on his head. The fluoroscopy scanner on his head was linked to the screen in front of George. There was obviously a small abnormal shadow area in his brain, which was his congestion. .
Yang Can took the wire and asked Huang Wendao to remove the metal and magnetic cards from her body. He wanted to "plug" the "plug" head into the "plug" seat. George suddenly shouted, "Wait!" Everyone looked forward to it. Hold him.
"Wait for a minute." He was looking for a plastic bone pattern from under the hospital bed, and the piece with the thigh bone removed and took it in his hand before he swallowed nervously: "It's time to start. "
Yang Can smiled and shook his head, feeling that this doctor was afraid that he would be electrocuted, and wanted to save himself at a critical moment with a non-conductive bone.
The three of them watched nervously, and they saw Yang Can tell Huang Wendao to pinch one end of a wire, hold the other end by himself, and slowly put his hand on his hand. Huang Wendao shook like nervously instinctively as soon as he touched it, scaring George to jump. When he got up, Huang Wendao waved his hand awkwardly.
"it's okay no problem."
The three people were greatly relieved. Although Yang Can and the two were not electric, George did not believe that this ridiculous method was useful, and looked at the screen indifferently.
With Yang Can's energy instilling, fifteen minutes have passed, and the shadow of the blood clot on the screen is still silent. Xue Qiyuan and Lin Mei looked at each other and saw the disappointment in each other's eyes.
At this moment, George glanced at the screen inadvertently, and suddenly his whole body trembled...