After Zhang Heping was slightly shocked, he put his hand on Huang Youwei's pulse.

After a long time, he took his hand back and said, "Okay, you can take it back."

Huang Sanli asked tentatively: "Doctor Zhang, what do you say?"

Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Good boy, you can go with Zhong Yue to buy something for me, can you?"

Huang Youwei sat in her seat calmly and said, "Doctor Zhang, I should have died long ago. Many uncles and uncles said that it is a miracle that I can live to be eighteen years old, so just tell me if you have something to do, and don't avoid it."

Zhang Heping glanced at Huang Sanli.

The third master nodded.

"Okay, I can have such a mentality. Mr. Huang, your granddaughter is the most optimistic one among the patients I have ever treated. Judging from the records I have read, there are only two cases of your disease."

Huang Sanli's pupils shrank, "So, have you seen other cases like this?" You know, they have been to too many hospitals, and those doctors have never heard of Huang Youwei's illness.

No matter how low a person's hand is, it cannot be lower than room temperature, right? What's more, the hands of ordinary people, whether in season, are kept at around 33 degrees Celsius. This is also the physiological structure of humans as constant temperature animals. However, when Huang Youwei... Zhong Yue first touched her hand this summer, he felt that the temperature of this girl's hand might be only about twenty degrees... The weather was hot at that time, with a difference of more than ten degrees, and it felt very obvious.

"Yes." Zhang Heping nodded, "A case was actually recorded in the medical records of the Jin and Tang dynasties. It was a three-year-old child with a temperature of his hands as low as hers, below room temperature."

Huang Sanjia asked anxiously: "What's next?"

"During the Jin and Tang Dynasties, people's life expectancy was generally not long. It was a normal person who lived to be fifty years old. In addition, the average life expectancy may be only 30 years old. Of course, most of them were affected by war. There were many children who died prematurely in ancient times, so the child was considered ominous after that diagnosis and starved to death."

"Starting to death?" Zhong Yue asked in surprise. He was shocked. He was shocked. As a parent, he actually thought his child was an ominous thing, and then starved him to death alive. Is this still a human?

Zhang Heping said calmly: "You sound ridiculous, but it was too common in ancient times. In some disasters, or after the catastrophe of war, there were no harvests, and the situation of changing children to eat each other occasionally. In this case, survival became their only requirement. Not to mention that such a child can be raised but not raised, even if he can be raised, for an ordinary family, it may have to lose all his money. In ancient times, there was more than one child, and what should I do if I wanted to support a family of young people? Perhaps ominous is just an excuse for their comfort."

Huang Sanjia took a sip of tea and asked, "What's the other case?"

"The other case was slightly closer. During the Republic of China and the age was close, so the narrative was very detailed and the number of visits was also very frequent. Due to the special cases, the doctor also recorded it in detail. However, the patient lived until the age of fourteen and passed away that winter."

The atmosphere in the room became solemn.

Zhong Yue knew that this news was undoubtedly a gloom for the Huang family's grandfather and grandson, but he had to ask again. Even if what Zhang Heping said next would make Huang Youwei, who had a glimmer of hope for life, even more invisible to see the light.

"Doctor Zhang, how did that case die in the end?"

Zhang Heping glanced at Huang Youwei.

"In the end, the cold symptoms gradually affected the brain and heart, right?" Huang Youwei looked at Zhang Heping, and her cold eyes seemed to be unable to see any sadness and despair.

"Um."

Zhong Yue asked: "Does the case state what medicine is effective or what method can control the disease?"

Zhang Heping shook his head, "The doctor tried all drugs, exercises, including constant greenhouses, but there was no effect during the five years of the treatment period. In that era, the patient's family was considered a wealthy family, otherwise he would have been abandoned long ago. If Mr. Huang, you need that detailed case, I can help find it, which may take a while."

"That's so thankful to Dr. Zhang. I wonder how Dr. Zhang treats my granddaughter's disease?"

Zhang Heping said: "Mr. Zhong, are there any pens and ink here? I am used to using soft pens when practicing medicine and prescriptions."

"For use, please do here."

"Should you wait."

Zhong Yue took Zhang Heping to the desk beside him. Zhang Heping whispered: "Mr. Zhong, I really can't help with this disease."

"ah?"

"This is fate, not disease." Zhang Heping narrowed his eyes, "The person who wrote the case was a very famous doctor during the Republic of China. He had seen Mr. Zhongshan for all the treatment. He had been diagnosed for five years, and finally wrote these six words on the diagnosis of the case."

"Then the prescription you came over and said was..."

Zhang Heping picked up the pen and wrote four words on the cut rice paper - "Living toward death".

"This little girl is stronger than you and I think. If she is completely unaware of it, she may also use some placebo, but now, I think that only this prescription can save herself."

Zhong Yue said: "Doctor Zhang came here as the honorary director of Xiling Seal Society before. I was puzzled. After reading your pen, I realized that you are a dual cultivation of calligraphy and doctors."

"I'm just joking. You'd better give this prescription. No one can cure this disease. It's a miracle to live until the age of eighteen."

Zhong Yue held this prescription, "Do you really not help with treatment anymore?"

"This is life, how can I help?"

"Are you so superstitious? I heard someone say, 'The King of Hell's name is called, and pulling will make you live a life.' Although it is a bit offensive, I still want to ask you, as a doctor, are you too unprofessional?"

Zhang He smiled calmly, "I said before that the patient's family needs psychological comfort. Zhong Yue, then I will ask again, as a doctor, do you need psychological comfort?"

"you……"

Zhang Heping patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, "I heard a little about you and Wang Ge, and I was also moved by what you said later, but Zhong Yue advises you to keep calm and calm down. This is more important than anything. If you have time, go to Gushan, Lin'an. There are many like-minded people there, who are very interested in you."

"thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhang Heping walked over, "Mr. Huang, I'll take the lead. Fangzi has already given him what he wants to explain. This is not a clinic. It's an exception to see a doctor."

Before Huang Sanli could react, she stood up and said, "Doctor Zhang, alas, wait. Why don't you see it again..."

"If I find that case, I will send it to Mr. Zhong. For the rest of the matter, Mr. Zhong will convey my meaning, and I will really not stay anymore."

"Then...well. Youwei, thank you Dr. Zhang."

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang, I'll send you there."

Zhang He made a move, "Stay, stay tuned. Come here today, it's not the doctor's identity, it's already a bad rule. If you continue, it won't be very suitable."

Zhong Yue sent Zhang Heping to the door and watched the old man walk away before returning to the house.

"Hold it, this is the prescription that Dr. Zhang prescribed for you."

Huang Youwei said, "It's useless."

"You kid, we came from all over the world. Didn't we just see a doctor? The person prescribed a prescription. What do you mean?" Huang Sanjia took the prescription, "Zhong Yue, thank you this time."

The cruel man Huang Sanli, these days, gave Zhong Yue the impression that he had given him was completely another person. It seemed that in front of this granddaughter, the big horse golden sword sitting in front of the temple, smiling at the old world with a dilapidated yellow-haired man, retreating into an ordinary old man.

"San Master, please be polite."

Huang Sanjia opened the prescription and said, "Live to death?"

Huang Youwei sat in her seat and read a book, "I said it, it's useless."

"You kid..." Huang Sanjia sat in the seat. This experience may have happened to the grandfather and grandson too many times. It may have been a long time, but from the initial disappointment, it later became numb. Maybe after experiencing it for a long time, I will take it lightly.

Huang Youwei closed the book, "We should leave, grandpa?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Zhong Yue looked at the time and said, "It's almost rush hour now, and the viaduct is probably blocked. I'll call you..." He saw Huang Youwei's clean face and didn't say it halfway, "I'll give it to you."

This girl survives by infusion.

Huang Sanjia smiled and said, "What's wrong? I'm afraid we will be poor."

"The third master was joking, but I heard Youwei say before that she can't eat, she only relies on infusion to maintain it."

Huang Sanjia's face became complicated and she laughed: "By infusion? Xiaowei, did you really say that to him?"

Zhong Yue was stunned, wasn't it?

"I just told him that I don't eat anything outside, it's too greasy. Who knows how he understands it."

“…”

Huang Sanjia shook his head and smiled, "I really don't understand you young people. Can you say something directly? You always like to beat around the bush."

"Then I'll order some light." Zhong Yue thought about it now. When he heard the infusion, he thought Huang Youwei really only survived the infusion, but now after thinking about it carefully, he realized how stupid he was. With infusion alone, the human body would have been ruined long ago, and it would be strange if he could still be so lively.

After being fussed like this, the originally depressing atmosphere in Gengyunxuan disappeared.

Huang Sanli said, "Don't order your phone, the food delivered is cold. Today, Zhong Yue, you have helped me a lot. I'm working on it. Let's find a clean restaurant near your Huamei."

Huang Youwei put the book "Alive" into that backpack, "Grandpa, I want to eat Xiaolongbao."

"Don't you like eating oil-dipped things?"

"I want to give it a try."

Huang Sanli's eyes were full of joy, "Okay! Grandpa accompanied you to eat all the bun shops in Shanghai!"
Chapter completed!