"How's it going?" Wei Geng asked eagerly as soon as he got out of the car.
The young man who greeted him immediately replied: "Master, my ancestor hasn't woken up yet. I asked a doctor I know well to come over and say it's not an illness."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Geng rushed upstairs like the wind.
"Dad, you're here!" When Wei Changyuan saw him, he seemed to have found a backbone: "My ancestor, I'm afraid he's not going to be well."
In addition to him, there were several people standing in front of the bed. When Wei Geng arrived, they all turned around to greet him.
Wei Geng only nodded briefly, then came to the bed and stretched out his hand to feel Yu Ruisong's pulse.
The latter's face was now ashen, and he was twenty or thirty years older than he had been in the past few days. His skin had also become old and wrinkled, without any luster at all.
Wei Geng discovered that his Qi was extremely weak, and he was already running out of gas.
Why did it happen at this time? He sighed in his heart, relaxed his hands and stood up.
"Tell me, what's the specific situation?" he asked Wei Changyuan.
"Early this morning, my ancestor asked me to accompany him to the Great Wall. He said that he hadn't been here for many years and wanted to take a walk around it."
"I asked him to take the cable car up, but he refused and insisted on walking by himself. Unexpectedly, he felt weak just after going up. When he came down, he suddenly fainted."
"I am also a medical student, so I had a check-up at that time. My ancestor's blood pressure, heart rate, and breathing were normal. There was no problem. It was as if he was too tired and fell asleep."
"My ancestors told me not to go to the hospital if anything happens, so I asked Fang Qianhui, a famous Chinese medicine practitioner - he just returned from visiting relatives in Haishi, which was a coincidence."
Fang Qianhui was standing aside at this moment. Hearing this, he quickly said: "The patient is very healthy and has no other illnesses. He is just at the end of his life span."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Wei Geng glanced at him lightly.
Just at this glance, Fang Qianhui felt his heart tightening and sweat dripping down his back. He vaguely understood that this man was by no means an ordinary person, so he cheered up and answered:
"This old man looks to be hundreds of years old, and his time has come. Logically speaking, he should have no regrets."
"That's not what I want to hear." Wei Geng interrupted him: "Can you possibly make him wake up and survive?"
"This" Fang Qianhui shook his head: "Medicine can't cure the disease. This old man is no longer treatable by medicine. But if there are old ginseng, his life can be temporarily suspended."
Another man standing respectfully aside said immediately: "I have a three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng here. I'll take it here and give it to our ancestors."
Wei Geng nodded lightly, and the man led Fang Qian back to cook the medicine.
In the room, everyone met Wei Geng again and called him: "Master."
"There is no need to be polite at this time." Wei Geng sat down with a serious look on his face:
"The news about our ancestor's accident must be strictly sealed and must not be spread outside - otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."
"Yes, we all know the seriousness of the matter, but the fire can't be contained in the paper. Once the ancestors are in trouble, the two old guys outside will only make trouble." A middle-aged man said.
His appearance is similar to Wei Geng's, but he is slightly younger.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Wei Geng walked around the room for a few steps and suddenly made up his mind: "Lao Wu, you set off immediately to invite the head of the Xue family to come over."
Old Wu Weiyin nodded: "The Xue family should still have the medicine passed down from their ancestors, but they have always had a huge appetite, so I'm afraid the asking price won't be low."
"I don't care about so much anymore!" Wei Geng said in a louder voice: "Mr. Fu has been in seclusion for so long and hasn't been promoted. I don't know if he can succeed. If our ancestors leave like this, no matter how big our family fortune is, we won't be able to do it." I can’t defend it!”
"The sect master is right." Wei Yin nodded: "I will set off immediately. But it will take at least two or three days to get there. In between"
"Fifth Uncle, just go ahead." Wei Changyuan said, "Doctor Fang is here to hang himself with old ginseng. He should be able to hold on until you come back."
"Fang Qianhui is only a little famous and may not be reliable." Wei Geng shook his head:
"The ancestor mentioned that day that he had a connection with Zhou Jishen back then, and even visited him once - so he invited him over to help protect him."
An hour later, Zhou Jishen was "invited" to the manor by several people.
"What are you going to do in broad daylight?" he said angrily: "There are several patients in the afternoon who have made appointments to wait for my diagnosis and treatment!"
"I invite you here to give you a chance to repay your kindness." Wei Geng said leisurely: "Look over there, do you still have any impression?"
Repay a favor? When Zhou Jishen saw the person lying on the bed from a distance, his heart skipped a beat and he rushed to the bed in a few steps.
He has white beard and hair, and his beard is tied in a knot on his chest. This person has always been in the back of his mind and has never been forgotten.
It turns out that he is really still there. So a few days ago, he was not wrong?
I just don't know why, but he suddenly became so old.
"It's my benefactor." He pressed Yu Ruisong's pulse with trembling hands.
The pulse he received made his heart sink.
He had encountered similar situations countless times, and every time, it was equally heartbreaking.
Birds pecked three or five times in a row, a drop fell from the leak in the house for half a day, the slings and stones scattered when they were hard to find, the fingers were scattered and the real solution was solved, the fish seemed to be flying and seemed not to exist, the shrimps and shrimps jumped in silence, and even the cauldron was boiling. Just like a soup, there is no need for medicine when one is lucky and dead in the evening.
This is the true viscera pulse, which is unique to the dying elderly. Because the vitality is exhausted, there is no stomach, no spirit, and no roots.
Zhou Ji sighed deeply and stood up: "The deadline has come, and medicine and stone are difficult to cure. Even if I try my best, I can only prolong his life for three days."
Wei Geng was overjoyed: "Three days are enough."
Zhou Jishen had some doubts in his heart. He knew that his benefactor came from an unnameable place, so the people in this room should also be from that place?
But the medical methods there are almost miraculous, much more sophisticated than what I have mastered. It can be seen from Tao Le, why are they looking for me?
He was about to ask when he heard Wei Geng say: "Please Mr. Zhou stay here and try your best to last for three days. After three days, someone will naturally come to rescue you."
I see. Zhou Jishen understood. It turned out that there was indeed an expert, but it would take three days before he could arrive.
At that moment, he nodded: "Without my benefactor, I wouldn't be where I am today. Ji Shen must do his best."
At the end of the free clinic on the last day, Tao Le and Xiang Yuan said goodbye and left Renhe Hospital.
Before leaving, she wanted to go to her nominal master Zhou Jishen to say goodbye, but unexpectedly she couldn't get in touch with him.
"Master said he was going to see an acquaintance for medical treatment. He might stay for a few days. He told us not to look for him and not to worry." Su Yuzhang told her.
Tao Le didn't think too much and just told Xiao Qi and Xiao Lin to pack their things and prepare to return to Yun City.
She didn't expect that she would not make it.
(End of chapter)
