According to Dean Lin's suggestion, Tang Wen should be hospitalized immediately and start a series of examinations that night to prepare for tomorrow's consultation.
After careful consideration, Zhou Jishen declined him. He was going to take Tang Wen back to Tianshi for surgery.
Zheng Yidao, director of the Department of Neurology at Tianshi Third Hospital, is also his old friend.
Although Yunshi No. 1 Hospital is good locally, from Hong Kong Province and nationwide, it is only at a medium level. The Tianjing Third Hospital is at the top level.
When we returned to Wuming Villa, it was nearly ten o'clock. Tang Wen couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in the car.
As the car approached the main building, Zhou Jishen discovered that the lights upstairs were still bright at this time, and figures could be faintly seen moving in front of Cheng Yue's bedroom window on the fifth floor.
At this time, Cheng Yue should have rested. His body and spirit were not strong enough to sustain him for such a long time.
Zhou Jishen shook his head and planned to go over and give some advice later.
When the car arrived at the door, someone was already waiting here and took Tang Wen from his arms.
"Madam is waiting for you." He Qingqian's assistant said politely: "Young Master Tang will let them take care of him. Please come with me."
To Zhou Jishen's surprise, not only He Qingqian was in Cheng Yue's room, but Tao Le was also there.
He Qingqian's energy was quite good, and the smile at the corners of his eyes and lips could not be blocked. He was no longer as lost and desperate as before.
Could it be? Zhou Jishen turned to look at Cheng Yue in disbelief.
He sat upright on the bed, and his energy seemed to have returned.
"Brother Shen is back? Please help me take a look at Ayue again." He Qingqian said.
No matter how good Tao Le's previous treatment was, she still had to pass the examination before she could rest assured.
This is not out of distrust of her, but just like after surgery, an image needs to be taken for reconfirmation.
"Okay." Zhou Jishen was also curious, so he sat next to Cheng Yue and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. left hand right hand. Then he fell into deep self-doubt.
Neurotoxins are regarded as wind poisons in traditional Chinese medicine, also known as wind evil.
Although Cheng Yue's pulse was still thin and rapid due to wind evil entering his organs, it was more than 10% stronger than when he took his pulse in the afternoon.
The poison deep inside the body that left everyone helpless suddenly weakened inexplicably and silently.
Of course this couldn't be God's will, otherwise he wouldn't have to appear here.
"How is it?" He Qingqian, who had been watching him, asked quickly when he saw him let go.
"The toxicity has become weaker... It's incredible..." He murmured, then turned to Cheng Yue and asked:
"Ah Yue, do you feel anything different from before?"
"Uncle Zhou." Cheng Yue smiled in his eyes and couldn't help but look at Tao Le: "Although my ten fingertips can't move yet, they are already feeling - I can feel pain and know it is itchy."
Zhou Jishen's eyes followed him and fell on Tao Le.
Since it wasn't God's will, it could only be this little girl. To be able to achieve this in just one afternoon is simply miraculous.
Zhou Ji stood up abruptly, without his usual unhurried demeanor.
He rushed to Tao Le in a few steps, stared at her eagerly and asked, "How did you do it? What method did you use?"
Tao Le just pursed his lips and smiled. Seeing that he asked anxiously, he said, "I've told you before, it's a secret that is not passed down by the sect."
"Then..." An idea suddenly flashed in Zhou Jishen's mind, and he asked in a strange way: "Does your master have any other acupuncture techniques that can cure malignant brain tumors?"
As soon as he said these words, the three people in the room were startled.
Cheng Yue and He Qingqian didn't know why Zhou Jishen hurriedly asked for the car just now. They thought he was going to visit an old friend again. Little did they know that Mr. Tang's life had entered a countdown.
Tao Le was the first to react: "Mr. Zhou, are you already here?"
Zhou Ji sighed deeply: "I should thank you for reminding me in time." Thinking of Tang Wen, his heart ached again: "This is also the disaster of that child."
"Brother Shen, is Mr. Tang in poor health?" He Qingqian asked. She was a little confused. Isn't it great when you see it during the day?
Zhou Ji briefly explained what happened today.
Finally, he said: "My whole life of practicing medicine is in vain. I might as well be as observant as Miss Tao. If the delay continues, I might not even have a chance to operate."
He turned to Tao Le and said solemnly: "I would also like to ask you to forgive me for my previous rudeness."
Neither He Qingqian nor Cheng Yue expected that long before Zhou Jishen and Tao Le came to the villa today, they had met in the first hospital and had a not-so-pleasant exchange.
But no matter what, knowing that Mr. Tang, who was like a young master, had such a terminal disease, made the two of them feel nervous.
"If you need any medicine, just tell me. No matter how expensive or difficult it is, we can find it for you." He Qingqian said.
Zhou Jishen was still looking at Tao Le, because he understood the hesitation on the other person's face.
This is not a look that means you want to say no directly. The other party should really have acupuncture that can treat brain tumors, but he is just considering whether to tell it.
Zhou Jishen was overjoyed. If there really was such an acupuncture method, even if it was only half as effective as expelling poison from Cheng Yue, Xiao Wen would be saved!
"Miss Tao, Doctor Tao! As long as you are willing to save Xiaowen, no matter what you need me to do, I can do it! Xiaowen has been sensible since he was a child and wants to be a doctor who saves the world. He shouldn't even have this opportunity. ..."
At this point, Zhou Ji Shenqiang burst out the grief he had suppressed for a long time, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Please."
He Qingqian was stunned. Although the changes in Cheng Yue were right in front of her eyes, and she knew that it was Tao Le who could save A Yue, not Zhou Jishen, the impression that had been ingrained for many years was still in her heart.
That was Zhou Jishen, one of the most famous doctors. Countless people were queuing up to beg him for diagnosis, but they couldn't get it.
But here he is, crying and begging a little girl for his disciple's illness.
If this were told, who would believe it? Who dares to believe it?
"I can indeed cure it." Under the unanimous expectant gazes of the three of them, Tao Le spoke slowly: "Besides, there is no need for craniotomy. However, I have a condition."
That night, Tao Le failed to win over Ms. He Qingqian's kindness and stayed at Wuming Villa.
The guest room that entertained her was exactly the same as Zhou Jishen's. They were all luxuriously decorated suites, which looked much more luxurious than Cheng Yue's bedroom upstairs.
The service staff of the villa are well-trained. They have already bathed Ximu, dried his hair, and sent him back to Tao Le.
"Miss, this is the bed we specially prepared for your cat." The young manager of the housekeeping department pointed to the foot of the bed and said.
When Tao Le and Simu Qi looked at it together, they saw a large round cushion placed neatly there. It looked loose and soft, with a cover made of silk on the outside.
Next to it, there are cat litter boxes, food bowls and water bowls.
"I just went to buy these myself. Cat litter and cat food are the most expensive and best, and the water is pure water imported by air."
It really took a lot of thought. Simu was so angry that his teeth started to itch. Thank you, boy!
