The Matsui-style residence was not far from Ichi Yuki's room. It was only separated by a small lake formed by the hot spring water. It was connected by a wooden corridor. At every corner, there were two big men in brown kimonos standing. When I saw Ichi Yuki,
Mei bowed her head.
It’s different. In the past, Jiujin was not so heavily guarded. Could it be that the Jingchi family was a gangster? It would cost a lot of money to feed such a group of thugs, right?
There was a clear sound as the clogs hit the ground. When Zhu Tong followed Jingchi Xuemei in, Bai Jiashu and Matsui Shi were playing Go, and Zheng Shurong and several Japanese doctors were busy with a bunch of machines in the next room.
Seeing Zhu Tong, Bai Jiashu and Matsui Shi smiled ambiguously without saying anything, and a trace of blush appeared on Jingchi Xuemei's cheeks.
Zhu Tong is very generous, and he hasn't done anything shameful anyway. People don't misunderstand him. Little liars never care, as long as Ye'er doesn't misunderstand him.
"Is Mr. Matsui feeling better?" Zhu Tong naturally sat on Matsui's left hand and pulled his wrist to feel his pulse.
"Very good, I feel like I have returned to ten years ago." Matsui Shi looked good. Zhu Tong and the doctors knew that the danger still existed.
The lazy Butterfly God was urged by Zhu Tong and was forced to contact Zi Die, and everything in Matsui Shiki's body was reflected in front of Zhu Tong's eyes.
Zhu Menshu Zi only replenished Matsui Shi's fragile vitality and temporarily inhibited the development of cancer cells. Zhu Tong could feel that there were nineteen black spots of different sizes in Matsui Shi's body, spread across various organs, and those should be the ones that had spread.
Lesions, right? These cancerous lesions are temporarily dormant and may relapse at any time.
Like a competent assistant, Zheng Shurong sent a compiled medical record to Zhu Tong; he knew that Zhu Tong could not understand things that were too technical, so he tried his best to describe the profound English professional terms in simple Chinese.
"What do they think?" Zhu Tong asked Zheng Shurong after reading the medical records. They refer to the doctors who have been in Jiujin.
As he estimated, the cancer cells in Matsui's body still existed; however, Zhu Tong felt that there were nineteen, while the medical records showed fifteen, and there were four hidden lesions that had not been discovered by modern instruments.
Zheng Shurong glanced at Matsui Shi, a little hesitant; he seemed to be thinking: Is it appropriate to talk about the condition in front of the patient?
"Zheng Jun, old Matsui has already died once. This life was renewed for me by Mr. Li. Now I have earned a living for one more day. Just say it, Zheng Jun." Matsui smiled boldly, but he used too much force due to excitement.
, coughing violently.
Bai Jiashu stood up quickly to comfort him, and Zheng Shurong waited until Matsui Shi calmed down before speaking.
"The professor at Kyoto University believes that it is best for Mr. Matsui to receive chemotherapy immediately. Once the lesions worsen again, no one may be able to save him."
Are those medical professors? Zhu Tong took a look at the people next door and found that they all had the temperament of professional doctors.
"Chemotherapy?" Bai Jiashu chuckled and patted a sunspot on the chessboard. "Mr. Matsui's current condition is temporary. Although the indicators appear to be stable on the surface, he cannot withstand the side effects of chemotherapy.
;It will kill him."
A doctor who was about fifty years old came from next door. After exchanging a few words with Zheng Shurong in English, he faced Matsui and said something in Japanese.
"Western medicine can't cure my disease. You can go and leave here immediately. From now on, I will only accept treatment from Mr. Li and Dr. Bai." Matsui waved his hand; "You don't need to say more, my disease started from you."
Is the treatment effective? Go back and tell Dean Yoshimi that the Ichi family has decided to cancel its sponsorship of Kyoto Medical Center."
"Grandpa Shi, you can't be angry." Jingchi Xuemei was sitting quietly aside. Now she stood up, whispered something to the middle-aged man, and sent him out of the room.
Zhu Tong heard her gentle tone. Although he couldn't understand the Japanese, he could vaguely feel that Matsui Shiki and Ichi Xuemi were singing a double act in front of these doctors; maybe it was to establish the prestige of the new owner of the family, Ichi Xuemi?
Jingchi Xuemei came back, still sitting quietly aside; Zhu Tongbian made a diagnosis for Matsui, thinking: This old guy is so cunning and domineering, if he fully recovers, will it be good for Jingchi Xuemei, or not?
good?
The two people's eyes met, and Jingchi Xuemei showed slight surprise, as if she could sense what Zhu Tong was thinking; then, she also fell into deep thought.
Ikeda Kazuo walked in with a bright red face and a cheerful look. It seemed that he had benefited a lot this time. The worry and frustration that Zhu Tong felt from him before were replaced by uncontrollable excitement.
"Mr. Li, are you okay? In order to treat Mr. Matsui, you collapsed from exhaustion and passed out for two days. It's really worrying." After greeting Matsui, Ikeda sat next to Zhu Tong with a smile on his face.
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"Yes, doctors are parents, and we are very happy to see that the patient can get better." Zhu Tong took out the dragon star from his fingertips, waved it in front of Ikeda, and inserted it into the Matsui style Jianjing point; "Speaking of which, thanks to
This pair of magic needles you gave me. Mr. Matsui’s disease still needs to be observed. Dr. Bai, what’s your opinion?”
The eyes of Ikeda and Matsui Shi both fell on Bai Jiashu. In the past two days, Hui Heji had been strictly prohibited from entering his room by Matsui Shi. The prescriptions prescribed by Bai Jiashu were also decoctioned by a dedicated person. The reason why Chinese medicine
It is mysterious and profound. One of the reasons is that you can only explore it yourself by reading medical books. It is impossible to understand the mysteries without getting the words and deeds of others.
Although Hui Heji is known as the master of acupuncture, it was because he obtained several ancient books that were scattered in Japan during the war and understood them on his own. When he met Bai Jiashu, who was an authentic doctor, the prescriptions and effects he prescribed were obviously superior and inferior.
.The core of traditional Chinese medicine dispensing is the theory of Yin, Yang and Five Elements interdependent and mutually reinforcing each other, which can vary in every case. It cannot be understood by just reading more books.
"I didn't do anything. I mainly maintained the foundation laid by Dr. Li for Mr. Matsui. The specific condition... just like Dr. Li said, it still needs to be observed." Bai Jiashu was very confused about the changes in Matsui's style. According to the routine,
It is just a legend that a dying person suddenly regains his vitality. In the past two days, he has indeed been using acupuncture and decoction to maintain Matsui's condition. As for what to do next, he is better than Ikeda Kazuo, who is not a doctor.
Still confused.
In fact, Matsui's life and death now depend on Zhu Tong's thoughts.
Although the purple butterfly produced by the Butterfly God this time is small, it is full of vitality; Zhu Tong has already urged it to devour a lesion in this moment, which is the lesion in the Matsui pancreas that has the greatest impact on the body. The purple butterfly seems to
He was unwilling to do this, and after devouring the cancer cells, his body became completely black, and he immediately hid in the Matsui-style Dantian to sleep.
Maybe in about a month, Zhu Tong can completely remove the lesions in Matsui Shi's body with the help of Purple Butterfly; of course, he also needs the cooperation of Bai Jiashu. After all, Matsui Shi is old, and there is no Bai Jiashu to treat it with traditional Chinese medicine.
Sooner or later, the foundation laid will be consumed by cancer cells. Little liars have no ability to use magic words again, it will be fatal.
"What are you looking at me for?" Zhu Tong took out the dragon star and wiped it carefully with alcohol; "Mr. Matsui should maintain an optimistic attitude, don't be anxious or have random thoughts, the main thing is not to have too many negative emotions. Since we
When I come to Japan, I will do my best. If nothing happens, I can guarantee that Mr. Matsui's life will not be in danger for at least a hundred days."
Ikeda Kazuo showed a relieved smile, but Matsui Shiki looked a little disappointed. Only Iike Yukimi remained calm and nodded slightly.
Zhu Tong took everyone's expressions into consideration. What he said was ambiguous, and it was applicable to almost any terminal cancer patient. Only Ichi Xuemi could sort out all the information: Whether Matsui Shiki is dead or alive, it all depends.
What does she think.
"The same medicine can sometimes cure diseases, and sometimes it can be a fatal poison." The little liar began to use his eloquence and talked endlessly about the principles of Huiheji's medicine. This is the most obvious and most effective
It was a topic that aroused everyone's interest. Everyone, including Bai Jiashu, found it strange that Zhu Tong insisted on letting Matsui Shi drink the same medicine.
According to common sense, since the first bowl of medicine almost killed Matsui Shiki, the patient must not be allowed to drink the second bowl.
"Master Huiheji may have good intentions, thinking that the older the ginseng is, the better it will be for the patient. In fact, it is not the case. Dr. Bai is prescribing the medicine because Mr. Matsui is weak and needs to be replenished slowly; the medicinal power of century-old wild ginseng is enough.
Mr. Huiheji used 500-year-old wild ginseng, but the medicine was too strong. Mr. Matsui couldn't bear the strong power of the medicine, so he almost had an accident. Later, after I stimulated Mr. Matsui's life potential with magic needles, he
There is already enough resistance, so the second bowl of medicine comes at the right time for Mr. Matsui."
"Ah, Chinese medicine is so amazing. Sir, your medical skills are so amazing." Kazuo Ikeda applauded and praised, while Matsui Shiki also smiled happily.
The setting sun has gathered its last brilliance over the mountain, and it's time for dinner.
Zhu Tong didn't eat much, so he went back to the courtyard where he lived under the pretext of washing up and getting ready. Without turning on the lights, he pulled the phone to the corridor and talked to Ye'er on the phone.
There was no news from her lover for two days, and Ye'er was really worried. The little liar accidentally dropped her cell phone into the water according to Bai Jiashu's instructions, and because she was not allowed to carry her cell phone when treating patients, Ye'er felt at ease.
"When will you come back? I miss you already." Ye'er acted coquettishly, which made the little liar's heart warm. When the two were together, although Ye'er was also tender and tender, she had never been so coquettish.
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Fortunately, Ye'er knew that long-term conversations on overseas phone calls were not allowed, so she told Zhu Tong to take care and hung up.
Zhu Tong dialed Wang Xiangjian's phone again to greet and report on his work, which was out of politeness. He then dialed the number of the Network Information Center and chatted with Chen Yiyi for a few words. Finally, he dialed the number in Auntie Die's flower shop.