"Well, Doctor Zhou, Brother Zhao's family are not here, they are all in the capital." Qi Xinghua said.
"They are all in the capital? Is it easy for them to come back?" Zhou Bingkun asked.
"It's nothing inconvenient. I'll just contact them and ask them to come back." Qi Xinghua said.
"Do you want to make a prescription now?" Ma Shouchang asked.
Zhou Bingkun did not answer immediately.
He thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Zhao, let me give you acupuncture first to make you feel less uncomfortable."
"Okay." Zhao Shumin nodded. He didn't say much, he seemed to be mentally prepared.
Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and asked Zhao Shumin to lie on the bed, and he started to insert acupuncture.
This time, he still used Qi to control the needle.
He inserted the needles very quickly, and in just a few breaths the needles were inserted all over his body.
After a minute, Zhao Shumin's frown relaxed.
Another minute and he was asleep.
Zhou Bingkun and others walked quietly to the living room outside.
"Brother Zhao is asleep. He has been tortured by illness and cannot rest well." Qi Xinghua said with an ugly expression.
"Yes, thanks to Dr. Zhou, otherwise we wouldn't know that Brother Zhao has been suffering from illness." Ma Shouchang also said sadly.
"Dr. Zhou, are you sure you can cure Brother Zhao's disease? What is his disease?" Qi Xinghua still asked.
"My whole body is sick, I don't know where to start, and..." Zhou Bingkun hesitated.
"And what? Say it!" Qi Xinghua said anxiously.
"And there is not much left to live." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly.
"What? Doctor Zhou, are you right?" Qi Xinghua asked hurriedly.
"You can basically tell Mr. Zhao's physical condition by finding a better Chinese doctor," Zhou Bingkun said.
"How long does Brother Zhao have?" Ma Shouchang asked.
"It's hard to say, but there are still cases of more than three months." Zhou Bingkun thought for a while and said.
"Is there nothing we can do?" Qi Xinghua asked.
"I don't have any good ideas." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly. Although he is inhuman, he is not a god, and he is often powerless.
"Then I'll notify Zhao Jianjun and ask him and his sisters to come back." Qi Xinghua said hurriedly.
"Qi Lao, please call a few more doctors to confirm." Zhou Bingkun took the initiative. He knew that Qi Xinghua would look for him if he didn't tell him. When he said it, everyone looked good.
"Okay, I'll contact the experts from the provincial hospital right away." Qi Xinghua said directly. He was in no mood to be polite.
"Then let me contact the experts from 131." Ma Shouchang also said. He was also a little panicked.
...
Half an hour later.
Many experts came from the Provincial Hospital, No. 131 Hospital, and the Municipal Hospital. Li Qingde also came.
"Bingkun, what's wrong? Why did you call so many doctors?" Li Qingde called Zhou Bingkun into the yard and asked in a low voice.
"Master, I can't say. Just wait and see what happens." Zhou Bingkun did not dare to tell the actual situation.
"It's hard to tell? Could it be that... Mr. Zhao is not in good health?" Li Qingde was very smart, and he guessed it right away.
"That's about right, Master, you can check my pulse later." Zhou Bingkun said. He knew that Li Qingde's medical skills could also be seen.
After a while.
yard.
After asking about the situation, Qi Xinghua and Ma Shouchang sent away the other doctors, leaving only Zhou Bingkun. When Li Qingde left, he specifically told Zhou Bingkun to be careful, not to make big claims, and to leave room for himself.
It is a good thing for doctors to treat diseases and save people, but if the patient's family members are dissatisfied, it will be troublesome.
"Dr. Zhou, those experts all said that Brother Zhao will not live for more than a month, but you are the only one who said that he will live for more than three months. What's going on?" Qi Xinghua asked.
"My acupuncture can alleviate Mr. Zhao's condition and allow him to have a good rest. After Mr. Zhao rests, his body will be better, so the time will be longer." Zhou Bingkun said casually.
"That's right. Then why didn't those experts talk about acupuncture just now?" Ma Shouchang asked. He knew that there was an expert just now who was also good at acupuncture.
"My acupuncture is quite special, that's why I have such an effect. Others can't." Zhou Bingkun said truthfully. Invisibly, he radiated light again. He is still different from ordinary people. Although he couldn't cure Zhao Shumin's disease, he could still make Zhao Shumin live a few more months.
"Doctor Zhou, your medical skills are better," Qi Xinghua said. He wanted to laugh but couldn't.
...
In the evening, Zhou Bingkun had a simple meal at Qi Xinghua's house without drinking because no one was in that mood.
Had a meal.
Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin another acupuncture, which helped him sleep well at night.
...
A few days later.
night.
Zhao Shumin's house.
Zhao Shumin's youngest son, Zhao Jianjun, and several daughters returned.
Zhou Bingkun is here. Qi Xinghua was there, but Ma Shouchang was not there.
Zhao Shumin's condition was known to his children.
In the living room, everyone was silent.
Zhao Shumin's daughters couldn't help but wipe their tears.
"Don't be like this. Birth, old age, illness and death are normal for human beings. It's no big deal." Zhao Shumin said with a smile. In the past few days, Zhou Bingkun came to give him acupuncture every day so that he could have a good rest, and he felt better.
"Dad, I let you down." Zhao Jianjun lowered his head and said. He was Zhao Shumin's only son. Zhao Shumin hoped that he could have a son so that the Zhao family could have children, but he was found to be infertile and could not have children, not even daughters. He is about forty years old, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, his eyes are bright, and his status is not low, but he also has troubles that cannot be solved.
"This is not your fault, and you don't have to blame yourself." Zhao Shumin said with some disappointment. He is not afraid of death, but it is difficult for him to accept not having grandchildren.
"Jianjun, can't your illness be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.
"It can't be cured. I've gone abroad to see it, but it can't be cured." Zhao Jianjun said helplessly.
"Then do you want to let Dr. Zhou take a look?" Qi Xinghua asked. He has great confidence in Zhou Bingkun's medical skills. He personally experienced Zhou Bingkun's miraculous medical skills. The cough that had troubled him for many years had left many experts unable to do anything, but Zhou Bingkun was cured with a quick slap.
"Then give it a try." Zhao Jianjun actually didn't believe Zhou Bingkun, but he did not refuse Qi Xinghua. There is always a glimmer of hope in his heart. He hopes that he can cure his illness and continue the family lineage of the Zhao family. He didn't want to make his father regretful, nor did he want to make himself regretful.
Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and began to feel Zhao Jianjun's pulse.
A minute later, Zhou Bingkun finished reading. He said directly: "This infertility should be cured."
"What?"
"ah?"
"Yeah?"
Zhou Bingkun's words broke the silence and surprised everyone.
"Dr. Zhou, can it really be cured?" Zhao Shumin asked hurriedly. He is the most anxious person. He hoped that Zhao Jianjun's illness could be cured and he could have a son.
"Yes." Zhou Bingkun nodded. Zhao Jianjun's illness was nothing to him. He shines again. He is always different, and his talent makes him always so dazzling. He's always unintentionally showing off. he did not do it on purpose.
"How to treat it?" Zhao Jianjun asked calmly. He had heard that it could be cured, but it was not cured either.
"That's easy to say. I'll just give you acupuncture a few times and you'll be fine. Uh... you and your lover can drink a few more Chinese medicines. This way, you have a greater chance of having a son." Zhou Bingkun said casually.
"Ah?" Zhao Jianjun was a little surprised, "What does it mean that you have a better chance of giving birth to a son?"
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you ask Dr. Zhou to give you an acupuncture?" Zhao Shumin was a little anxious. He wanted to know that the Zhao family had an offspring before he died. He did not dare to expect to see the child born.
"Dr. Zhou, where do you do acupuncture?" Zhao Jianjun asked nervously.
"Go to the bedroom. You should be asleep after I finish the acupuncture, so just have a good sleep." Zhou Bingkun said casually.
After a while.
Zhao Jianjun fell asleep.
Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin acupuncture again and made him fall asleep.
...
Say goodbye to the Zhao family.
Outside the villa.
"Dr. Zhou, can Zhao Jianjun's disease really be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.
"Yes, for this kind of infertility, Western medicine can only be used for a few times. For difficult and complicated diseases, you still need to see Chinese medicine." Zhou Bingkun said casually.
"Really? I have a relative who is also infertile..." Qi Xinghua hesitated.
"That's easy to say, Qi Lao, you can arrange it, I'll be there when you call." Zhou Bingkun said casually.
"Um, Doctor Zhou, what Chinese medicine did you just talk about that can help you give birth to a son?" Qi Xinghua asked. He is interested in this. Of course, it's not that he wants to give birth, he wants to give birth to his son Qi Peng. He has a granddaughter and is anxious to have a grandson.
"That is a prescription to regulate the body. The medicine should be prescribed according to the body's condition. But it only increases the chance of giving birth to a son. It is not completely certain that you will have a son." Zhou Bingkun said. He didn't expect Qi Xinghua to be interested in this, he just said it casually.
"As long as the chance is higher, um, Doctor Zhou, go to my house now and show Qi Peng and his wife. I also want to have a grandson." Qi Xinghua said with a smile.
