740 Having Only Yourself to Blame (1/2)
”Maybe we should invite Dr. Chen to come here to take a look,” the woman said. As soon it slipped out of her mouth, she realized she had said something inappropriate. ”Sorry, I didn't mean it.”
She shouldn't have said she wanted a different doctor to see Hou Shida. It indicated that she didn't trust Dr. Li. It was like a man talking about a pretty woman in front of his wife.
”Never mind, I know you are worried about him.” Li Shengrong waved his hand to indicate he didn't care.
After being a medical practitioner for such a long time, he had stopped caring about a lot of things, including what people thought about him. In addition, Hou Shida was a distant relative. Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen him in the hospital.
”I don't think I can help him,” Li Shengrong said. ”Call Dr. Chen. But, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to help him either.”
”OK,” the woman said.
”Wait, leave it to me. I'll call him.” Li Shengrong dialed a number.
”No, not playing chess with me. Never mind, I'll arrange someone to pick you up later.” He hung up the phone after talking briefly. ”I've spoken to him. You can arrange a car to pick him up.”
”Thank you,” the woman said.
She quickly arranged a vehicle to pick Dr. Chen up. An hour later, the thin and old Dr. Chen had arrived at the hospital.
”Hey, did you lose a game again?” Li Shengrong asked as soon as he saw Dr. Chen.
”Humph!” Chen Zhouchuan didn't reply. ”Where is he?”
”He is in the hospital room,” the woman said as she led him to a private hospital room. ”Can you two please stop arguing for a moment?”
Hou Shida had just fallen asleep. He rarely got a chance to sleep. He didn't know when the pain would return. Once the pain came back, he would suffer a great deal. He would rather be dead.
Chen Zhouchuan came to his bed to check his pulse.
”Hmm, his pulse is weird.” He frowned and said, ”He had blockage in multiple places in his head and stomach. He shouldn't have this condition at his age,”
”Save the nonsense,” Li Shengrong said. ”Can you help him?”
”I can try to treat his stomach problem, but I can't do anything about the problem in his head,” Chen Zhouchuan said. ”And, I think you should keep an eye on him from now on. He's done so many bad things.”
”Sure.” The woman nodded.
She needed the two old doctors to help Hou Shida. Even when she didn't need their help, she still paid great respect to the two old men.
”I'll give him an acupuncture treatment after he wakes up,” Chen Zhouchuan said.
Since he didn't think Hou Shida would wake up any time soon, he left with Li Shengrong.
”Hey, slow down,” Li Shengrong said.
”What?” Chen Zhouchuan unhappily asked. ”Don't ask me to do things like this anymore. You know what Hou Shida is like.”
Hou Shida didn't have a good reputation in Beijing. He was different from Guo Zhenghe, let alone Su Xiaoxue, who was favored by almost everybody. Chen Zhouchuan didn't want to help a spoiled brat like Hou Shida.
”Well, you know my relationship with his family. I just need your help this time. Only this time.” Li Shengrong apologized. ”However, that kid's condition is really weird.”
”He deserves it,” Chen Zhouchuan said.
”Hey, I find you are increasingly grumpy,” Li Shengrong said. ”Have you had an argument with your wife?”
”No,” Chen Zhouchuan replied.
”Well, I've got some really nice tea at home,” Li Shengrong said. ”Would you like to come?”
”No, thanks,” Chen Zhouchuan said. He left without any lingering.
”What a stubborn old guy!” Li Shengrong was confused about how his old friend had become so grumpy.
Fortunately, Chen Zhouchuan promised to treat Hou Shida, which was a good thing. Li Shengrong knew his friend well. He knew Chen Zhuchuan was a better doctor in terms of his knowledge in meridians. Of course, just slightly better.
…
Soon after dark, Wang Yao went back to Nanshan Hill, which was earlier than normal. He needed to brew two decoctions for the patient he was going to see the next day.
One of the decoctions was the nerve calming powder, which would calm the old patient's nerves and assist with sleeping. The other one was the regather soup, which would consolidate the old man's fundamental health and improve his immune system. The two decoctions would solve the problems.
Wang Yao had brewed these two decoctions many times. He was very familiar with the process, so it was an easy job for him. However, no matter how proficient he was to make those decoctions, it still took him the same amount of time to brew the decoctions.
Meanwhile, in a hotel of Lianshan town center, the old patient was talking to his son.
”Dad, how are you feeling?” the old man's son asked.
”I feel better,” the old man said. ”My headache is not that bad now. The treatment worked.”
He hadn't had a bad headache since he left Wang Yao's clinic. He was really happy with the treatment.