In a house in a courtyard in a small town, Jiang Xingchen and the old man sat opposite each other with solemn expressions. Du Rushan stood on one side with empty eyes and a sad expression.
The reason why they are like this is not because of the killers sent by the enemy country before, but because of Xin'er.
Just when they arrived in the town and just settled down, Xin'er actually had another attack, and this time it was more severe than before. The old man's acupuncture techniques had lost their effectiveness. In the end, they had to cooperate with Han Yuan Ice Flower to relieve Xin'er.
of pain.
The situation is extremely bad. This situation shows that Xin'er's condition is already very serious, and the possibility of surviving for more than ten years is very slim, or even not long...
"It shouldn't be. Girl Xin'er hasn't been sick for a long time, and she has been taking Hanyuan Ice Flower before. My judgment will not be wrong..." The old man looked confused, and his tone was full of confusion.
Jiang Xingchen sighed secretly and blamed himself in his heart. The old man didn't know, but he understood. It could be said that Xin'er's condition worsened and it could be said that it was entirely his fault.
These days, he cooks different kinds of food every day, including fish, meat, and scallion pancakes, almost all of which are oily. He can't resist delicious food, so he eats a lot every meal.
In the last life, he always heard that he was not allowed to eat this or that when he was sick, and even colds were taboo... However, he never took it to heart. He should eat and drink and listen to the experts.
, what’s the point of living for this person? Moreover, he himself has never encountered any situation where eating affects his body. He even drank when he had a bad cold.
Now, he finally understood the seriousness of the matter. It was because of his previous indifference that Xin'er's condition worsened. When he thought of this, he wanted to hit himself twice.
"Looking at how Xin'er got sick tonight, the inflammation is already very severe. If it drags on any longer, the perforation will be troublesome!" Jiang Xingchen frowned.
The only solution was to have surgery to remove the appendix...but there was nothing he could do. Surgery was no better than stitches, it required too many things.
In his last life, he was not a doctor, but an ordinary college student with limited knowledge. But even so, he knew that before surgery, he must first disinfect and anesthetize, and then make precise incisions to find the lesions... There is no need to worry about suturing, but
Anti-inflammation after surgery is a big problem.
In the past, all the people he treated were martial arts practitioners. Their recovery ability was amazing and they could bear the pain. They could repair the wounds by themselves just by relying on the anti-inflammatory effect of hemostatic drugs. But Xin'er was not good. She was just an ordinary girl. There was no anesthetic, no pain.
As for antibiotics...you must know that in this world, the medical environment cannot reach the same level as in the previous life, and postoperative infection is almost inevitable.
And the most important point is that he doesn't even know what the appendix looks like, so he can't just operate it casually...
"Hey!" The old man sighed, shook his head, and said in a low voice with helplessness and unwillingness: "After decades, I am still helpless against this terminal disease!"
"Old man!" Du Rushan rushed over and fell to his knees: "You are a great doctor with unparalleled medical skills. You will definitely be able to come up with a solution... Xin'er can't die so early, she is only seventeen years old!"
Du Rushan's expression was agitated, and his violent mood swings made his speech somewhat incoherent.
"I want to save her too!" The old man patted Du Rushan's shoulder and said bitterly: "But I really can't do anything!"
"Master Jiang!" Du Rushan may have been a little confused. Seeing that asking for help from the old man was in vain, he turned to Jiang Xingchen and said, "Please think of a way. If you can cure such a serious injury like mine, there must be a way. Even if it costs me
It’s good that Xin’er lives a few more years!”
"Me!" Jiang Xingchen opened his mouth and was about to say that he couldn't do it. Du Rushan actually grabbed his trouser leg and said loudly: "Master Jiang, it was my fault on the road today. I should have come out to meet the enemy...
But Xin'er was ill at that time... You must forgive me and find a way to save Xin'er. As long as she can live a few more years, Du Rushan's life will be yours..."
As he said this, the big man burst into tears, with tears streaming down his face.
"You..." Jiang Xingchen stretched out his hand, finally sighed and said, "I'll try, but I can't guarantee..."
Du Rushan's nervous state at this time made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but think of the helplessness he felt when Feng Xueye held Mei'er for medical treatment. If Mei'er's terminal illness was difficult to cure, he might not be any better than Du Rushan.
go.
Before he finished speaking, the old man opposite him suddenly raised his head, and two rays of light burst out from his eyes, as if they were real.
"Boy, you really have a way, you're not kidding!" In an instant, the old man was at Jiang Xingchen's side and pinched his shoulders.
"Ouch!" Jiang Xingchen cried out in pain. He wanted to get out of the way, but the old man was too fast. Only then did he realize that the old guy didn't use any force that night when he ate secretly, otherwise he would have definitely avoided it.
but.
Du Rushan, who was kneeling on the ground, also had eyes wide open, and the expression on his face instantly turned into ecstasy: "Master Jiang, you..." After these few words were spoken, he no longer knew what to say.
"Old guy, let go quickly, your shoulders are going to be crushed!" Jiang Xingchen yelled, with a look of pain on his face.
"Hey!" The old man reacted and quickly let go, showing a sly smile: "I was also excited for a moment... you see what happened!"
As he said that, he took out a half-meter-long thin needle and stabbed Jiang Xingchen's shoulder a few times like lightning.
"Eh!" Jiang Xingchen, who was still gasping for air just now, suddenly relaxed: "It's so magical, it doesn't hurt anymore! This old guy is awesome..."
Although he had seen the old man treating Xin'er before, experiencing it himself now still made him feel a little incredible.
"Boy, tell me quickly! Do you really have a way to cure this terminal disease?" the old man asked impatiently.
Jiang Xingchen pondered for a moment and said: "I can only give it a try, but I can't guarantee it. If the treatment is not good, it may be more serious... and I need the old man to help me!"
"It's okay to help you. I can do whatever you want. Just tell me the treatment method!" the old man said urgently.
Jiang Xingchen did not answer the old man, but looked at Du Rushan and asked: "The hope of cure is not more than 40%. Are you really sure you want treatment?"
"No more than 40%!" Du Rushan was stunned, and his joyful mood suddenly fell silent. The meaning of Jiang Xingchen's words was obvious. If it couldn't be cured, he might have to prepare for Xin'er's funeral.
"Treat!" Before Du Rushan could say anything, Xin'er opened the door and walked in, choking and saying, "Brother! I really don't want to suffer this kind of pain anymore!"
Du Rushan was in a dilemma. This was the only hope, but if he didn't care, he would die earlier. He really couldn't make up his mind.
"Brother! I don't want to be hurt to death in the end, so just let Sir Sir treat me!" Xin'er shouted again.
Du Rushan stared at Xin'er for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Okay! Then I'll trouble Sir... No matter whether the treatment is successful or not, from now on I, Du Rushan..."
"Let's not mention this for now. Get up quickly!" Jiang Xingchen patted Du Rushan's shoulder lightly, turned to the old man, and asked: "Is there any way you can make the human body partially unconscious and unable to feel any touch or contact?"
pain!"
The old man thought for a moment and said, "Yes! But it won't take too long, about two months at most."
"Two months should be enough!" Jiang Xingchen nodded and asked: "Then do you know which medicine is most effective in treating wound infections...the kind that can be put into the body!"
"The best one is of course Han Yuanbinghua. If it wasn't too expensive, I would probably put this medicine in all hemostatic medicines! It not only relieves pain, but also prevents infection!"
"Han Yuan Bing Hua! That's right..." Jiang Xingchen's eyes lit up and he said secretly: "The old man said before that if you take Han Yuan Bing Hua, your heart can live for more than ten years! It's not obvious that this medicine has sterilizing and anti-inflammatory effects.
What!"
"How do you want to be treated?" The old man couldn't bear it anymore and asked again.
Jiang Xingchen smiled and said: "I have to think about it again! Treatment is not something that happens in these two days. There is a lot to prepare for!"
"Ugh! Is this soulless boy thinking about it again? He is deliberately trying to offend me!" Cursing secretly, the old man gave Jing Xingchen a hard look. At this time, his heart was really lifted up, and he felt like there was a small hand grabbing him.
It felt like my heart was aching. However, seeing Jiang Xingchen's unmoved look, he finally shook his head helplessly and sat back.
Afterwards, Jiang Xingchen told Xin'er to calm down, don't be nervous or excited, and asked Du Rushan to take her back to the house.
As soon as the Du brothers and sisters left, someone came looking for them. He was the lord of this town.
Jiang Xingchen was personally rewarded by Marquis Dingbei in the singing and dancing preliminaries, and his reputation in Hongyuan City was at its peak. This lord certainly knew about it. Therefore, when he heard that there was a killer, he was immediately frightened. If something happened on his own territory,
He is in big trouble. Who knows if the Marquis will be angry with him.
Therefore, as soon as he heard the news, he immediately led his private soldiers to the place where Jiang Xingchen was attacked and captured all the dozen killers who were almost frozen into sticks.
When the old man saw these people being captured, he immediately smiled and felt relieved.
Originally, he had a vague feeling that there was still danger, but he couldn't be sure. He just felt it intuitively. That's why he deliberately threw the restrained killer into the snow just to see if there was anyone else on the other side. If there was anyone, he would definitely throw those people away.
Killer rescued!
Now that he saw the lords of the town arresting people one by one, he was certainly relieved: "It seems that people are getting older, and their intuition is not as sharp as it used to be!"
After the lord said goodbye and left, the old man said hello to Jiang Xingchen and went out. The danger had been eliminated, and the soulless boy didn't mention the treatment method. The old man turned his depression into appetite and prepared to go out to find more wild pheasant eggs and fry them in pancakes.
He hasn't had enough eggs yet.
There was silence in the room, and Jiang Xingchen fell into deep thought. It wasn't that he didn't tell the old man the treatment method. It was just that he didn't know where to start.
And not long after the old man left, a figure lightly jumped down from the courtyard wall, stood there, twitched his ears, then gently tapped the bamboo pole in his hand, and walked towards Jiang Xingchen's room.
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