"Dr. Li, I need three days. As long as you can hold on until I finish the matter, you can get one hundred thousand dollars." Matsui Shi began to seduce Zhu Tong again. No matter how good the plan is, it can only be sustained if the body can support it.
it works.
What the little liar was thinking about was: How much is this news worth? He was asked by Matsui Shi and didn't know how to answer. It was quite difficult for him to keep the old man in a normal state for three days. It required a lot of internal energy and the black power of the Butterfly God.
Mist should always be by his side.
Zhu Tong glanced at Jing Chixue's expectant eyes and nodded: "Don't mention the money. I can get these magic needles, thanks to Mr. Ikeda. Mr. Matsui, your body is already very weak, I can
What you do is to ensure that you work within four hours a day, but not more than half an hour at a time."
"I need three days, you must have a way." Matsui Shiki was not satisfied with this restriction. Presumably, he said that three days should be a high-intensity continuous working time.
"I can't do it." Zhu Tong pulled out the phoenix star; "Doctors are not God, there is nothing they can do... Huh?"
When Zhu Tong was speaking, he did not dare to touch the eyes of Ichi Xuemi and Ikeda Kazuo, and happened to see a picture held by Zheng Shurong.
"This is the tumor in Mr. Matsui's body?"
"Yes, pancreatic cancer is very difficult to deal with. Its location is hidden and difficult to operate on; this tumor is close to the liver. You see, after the last operation, the tumor has metastasized to the stomach and liver area." Zheng Shurong explained in detail to Zhu Tong.
With.
"What Dr. Zheng means is that if all these red spots can be eliminated, Mr. Matsui's illness will be cured."
"Theoretically, it is like this. However, even with the current medical conditions in Japan, it is impossible to do it. There are too many lesions." Zheng Shurong pointed to a few tiny red dots and said: "It is impossible to do it here.
knife."
"Is it impossible?" Zhu Tong rubbed his nose. At this moment, he wanted to sneeze too much; what could not be done by conventional surgery might be very simple for Gu worms.
It's just that Zhu Tong hasn't sneezed for a long time. It's not that he doesn't want to sneeze, but it's because the Butterfly God hasn't produced any signs of chrysalis for a long time. The Yintang Cave shrouded in black mist is almost an uncontrollable world for Zhu Tong.
"Dr. Li, what have you thought of?" Jingchi Xuemei was smart and saw that Zhu Tong had an idea; "As long as you need it, we can provide you with any conditions."
Any conditions? Get Auntie Die here within three days, maybe Matsui Shiki can be saved; but, is it possible? Just a passport and a set of procedures, don't even think about completing it in less than half a month. Zhu Tong once discussed with Auntie Die
Regarding the chrysalis, Auntie Die couldn't figure out what was going on in Zhu Tong's body. It was also more difficult for her to release the chrysalis now. She could only release the chrysalis once every one or two months, which was much less than before.
On the other hand, Zhu Tong could not practice the Heart-Learning Flame that Auntie Die learned from the Butterfly God; it was just because the Butterfly God in Zhu Tong's body secreted black mist, not the green mist in Auntie Die's body.
"It's nothing. Let's go back and discuss it carefully and try to satisfy everyone." Zhu Tong stood up and said goodbye. Kazuo Ikeda seemed to see hope and diligently sent them back to Zhu Tong's residence.
"I'm really sorry that I have made you two feel wronged just now. Miss Xuemi has prepared a room for you two and the servants are cleaning it up. After dinner, you two can have a good rest." After finishing his explanation, Ikeda Kazuo bowed and left.
The door was closed, and Zhu Tongcai turned over and lay down on the floor. He closed his eyes and asked Bai Jiashu: "Brother, do you have any suggestions?"
"From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, Mr. Matsui is terminally ill and has no cure."
"What does Dr. Zheng think?" Zhu Tong asked Zheng Shurong again.
"There is no way. In his current condition, it is impossible for him to undergo any surgery. The cancer has spread. If he is treated strictly according to Western medicine theory, all the organs in Mr. Matsui's body may have to be removed." Zheng Shurong said very cruelly, Zhu Tong
Open your eyes and look at him: "In that case, is he still a human being?"
"What does Director Li want to do?" Bai Jiashu is older and thinks more comprehensively. He knows what plan the young Director Li is thinking about, but he is not sure.
"Senior brother, if you only use herbal acupuncture, how long can you maintain it? I mean, you just need to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the source, and ignore the cancer in his body." Zhu Tong finally turned to him.
According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, cancer, like other diseases, has another set of solutions; however, today's traditional Chinese medicine doctors are mostly trained in Western medicine, and there are very few doctors who can truly differentiate and apply medicine based on syndrome differentiation without interference.
Bai Jiashu calculated silently for a moment, then said: "If you just want to maintain it for a while, there is a way. I know a prescription, but there are a few herbs that are rare. The most rare ones are about a hundred years old ginseng and high-quality ginseng.
Bezoar. If such a good medicine is not used to treat diseases, it would be a waste to use it on him."
"Waste and money shouldn't be a problem, right?" Zhu Tong jumped up, took out a pen and paper, and placed it in front of Bai Jiashu; "Just prescribe the medicine, I'm not short of money."
At dinner, Xuemi Ichi came to invite me in person; Kazuo Ikeda and Hui Heji accompanied me.
Jiujin's food and wine were said to be excellent, but Zhu Tong couldn't enjoy it, and Bai Jiashu didn't eat much, but Zheng Shurong ate very happily.
"Is there any other wine?" Zhu Tong couldn't help but ask Ikeda Kazuo after drinking two glasses of sake. The Butterfly God had not yet fully recovered, and Zhu Tong needed strong wine. Sake was too light for him.
"This is the best wine in Japan. If Mr. Li needs anything, please feel free to ask." Xuemei Jingchi sat opposite Zhu Tong and kept looking at the young doctor.
"I want stronger wine, such as... Erguotou."
There is no Erguotou in Jiujin. In the end, Zhu Tong got vodka, a liquid like fire.
At the end of the dinner, Hui Heji said to Zhu Tong: "Can you let me appreciate the pair of magic needles again?"
The dragon and phoenix stars were given to Zhu Tong by Kazuo Ikeda, and it is said that Hui Heji had seen them. Zhu Tong drank a whole bottle of vodka, and his head was a little hot, so he took out the dragon and phoenix stars and handed them over without any care.
Kazuo Ikeda stood next to Zhu Tong and tugged at the hem of his clothes. Zhu Tong was a little alert now, seeing Hui Heji holding the dragon and phoenix star in his hand, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes full of fanaticism and a bit greedy.
"If Mr. Li can cure Grandpa Shi's disease, these magic needles are the reward you will get." Xuemi Jingchi, who had been drinking tea, raised a glass of sake; "I hope Mr. Li can create a miracle."
Hadn't this pair of dragon and phoenix stars been given to him? Zhu Tong was confused, but still maintaining the proper courtesy on his face, he clinked his wine glass with Jingchi Xuemei: "Thank you very much."
Kazuo Ikeda concealed his embarrassment and also toasted to Zhu Tong: "The dragon and phoenix needles were obtained by Xuemei's grandfather in Peiping. Mr. Huiheji got the news that they were Buddhist sacred objects and hoped to enshrine them in Seqing Temple. Miss Xuemei
I didn’t know I had already given them to sir, so…”
So that’s it. It seems that Buddhism in the world belongs to the same family. This statement makes sense. Where did Hui Heji get the news? Could it be that the first-grade Golden Buddha still has contact with him?
When Ikechi Xuemi heard what Ikeda said, she knew that she had taken the liberty; she was still young and didn't know how to hide it, and a red cloud flew up on her delicate cheeks.
Zhu Tong suddenly became suspicious when he saw this red cloud. Didn't Ichi Xuemi cooperate with Ikeda Kazuo to perform a funny show in front of him? Zhu Tong had seen a lot of women's blushes; what Ichi Xuemi showed was not
Either way, it feels raw, depressing and even a little forced.
Thinking so, there was no sign of anything strange on his face; Zhu Tong took back the dragon and phoenix stars and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Matsui's illness must be cured? It's difficult to do, but for these magic needles
, we will work hard.”
The atmosphere became more relaxed, Kazuo Ikeda clapped his hands, four geishas came in and played melodious music; Keiko and her two companions danced again.
Returning to the room in the evening, Zhu Tong soaked in the hot spring again, feeling comfortable and meditating in the bedroom, preparing to talk to Ye'er on the phone; Keiko opened the door and walked in.
"Are you okay?" Zhu Tong asked strangely.
"Accompany you...Miss's instructions." Keiko gestured stiffly. She only wore a thin piece of silk, and her graceful body exuded heat.
"I don't need it." Zhu Tong understood that this was Jiujin's way of hospitality; no wonder he only let himself in at first.
If Huizi wanted to say anything else, Zhu Tong had already taken her hand and sent her out of the room.
Sure enough, the next morning, Kazuo Ikeda delivered all the herbs needed for Bai Jiashu's prescription.
After returning to Heji to examine the prescription, he said nothing and just shook his head.
Throughout the morning, Zhu Tong had been sitting behind Matsui Shiki, accompanying him in meetings with lawyers and representatives from various families and parties.
It was destined to be a boring morning. The little liar tried hard to find the feeling of sneezing while using dragon and phoenix stars to maintain the body of Matsui style. Matsui style kept communicating with the guests in Japanese, and Zhu Tong could not understand what they were saying; secondly,
, The Butterfly God has no intention of producing chrysalises. No matter how the little liar rubs his nose, there is no sign. Fortunately, Ichi Xuemi has been sitting next to Matsui Shiki. When he is really bored, he can admire her beautiful neck.
The only comfort.
At noon, I returned to Heji and brought a bowl of concoction, saying it was brewed according to Dr. Li's prescription.
I felt good in the morning of Matsui style. After drinking this bowl of concoction, I was able to stand up again.
Zhu Tong held him, used the dragon star hair to induce a ray of cool black mist to protect Matsui Shi's heart, and whispered to Jingchi Xuemei: "Please invite my colleagues here."
Hui Heji smiled happily and said: "Dr. Li's medical skills are really amazing. Mr. Matsui seems to be rejuvenated." After saying that, he picked up the medicine bowl and left.
Zhu Tong grabbed the medicine bowl with his hand, Hui Heji dodged in surprise, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground.
That is to say, Zhu Tong reached out quickly, and at the moment when the medicine bowl was about to break, he used the top of his foot to catch the medicine bowl, and the remaining medicine inside was not completely spilled.