Gu Qi listened to these doctors and walked around a lot of function words, and he could understand it.
"In other words, you have been studying here for almost a month, but you still can't be sure why the old man fell ill?"
Because the old man was seriously ill, Fanze specially invited several internationally renowned doctors. He was worried that he could not speak, so he specially arranged an interpreter for each doctor.
The old blond and blue-eyed doctor frowned slightly after hearing the translator's words, feeling a little unhappy.
He said a lot of more, which was conveyed by the translation.
"Madam Fan, have you not understood what we said yet? The old man has many diseases, and this time he fell ill is not something that can be caused by a single disease."
Gu Qi ignored the foreign doctor and glanced at Fanze.
"Where did you find such a quack doctor?"
Gu Qi said rudely, and directly blushed the doctors present with anger. They stared at the "Mrs. Fantasy" who appeared in front of them. If it weren't for the other party's identity, they would have left long ago.
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The translator was even more embarrassed and stood there in a daze, not daring to convey these words to foreign doctors.
Gu Qi knew that he couldn't find out what he asked about the doctors, so he went upstairs to find the old man.
In the bedroom, the butler Song Zhizhong was guarding the bed of Mr. Fan. As soon as Gu Qi pushed the door and smelled the strong smell of medicine in the room.
"Young Madam." Song Zhizhong immediately stepped aside when he saw Gu Qi appear.
Gu Qi walked into the room. The old man Fan, who used to like to sit on a rattan chair in the yard and bask in the sun, was lying on the bed with a haggard look on his face.
It was clearly a sunny afternoon, but the curtains in the room were tightly pulled, covering up the sunlight, and leaning against the dim light of the wall lights to illuminate the huge bedroom.
Mr. Fan was lying quietly on the bed, with the faint ups and downs on his chest, as if proving that he was still alive. His arms were placed outside the quilt and could not support his wide sleeves, which was so thin that he was shockingly thin.
The needle on the palm of his hand was hung with hanging water, and he delivered the medicine little by little to the gradually weak old man Fan.
With just one glance, Gu Qi's chest seemed to be hit by someone.
Mr. Fan’s condition is far more serious than Fan Ze described.
How long ago did she last meet the old man?
One month or more than twenty days?
The old man at that time was blushed and full of energy, and he could not compare with the withered old man in front of him.
Looking at the current old man, Gu Qi seemed to see the scene of the last side of the old man after Mr. Fan died of illness.
The old man at that time was the same...
She was so thin that she almost lost her human form.
"We called Dr. Du, but... he was not willing to go out. The old man's current physical condition was really impossible to move easily." Song Zhizhong looked at the old man on the bed with a worried look on his face.
The doctor Du in Song Zhizhong's mouth was the barefoot doctor from Gu Qi's neighbor.
The look of Gu Qi and Mr. Fan is also because of Doctor Du.
"Sister-in-law... You and that Doctor Du are in the same place. Can you think of a way... He can do as much money as he wants..." Fanze looked at Gu Qi. He didn't know much about Gu Qi's past, but he just vaguely heard it.
Grandpa mentioned that he lived next door to Dr. Du.
Gu Qi glanced at Fanze.
"You are such a clever one. Do you think it's money?"