Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 318: Bingwen can heal himself as a teacher!

Suzhou.

Jinfan Road.

This is the ancient city area, and the narrow roads are lined with camphor trees.

At a corner of this road, the "Zhang's Chinese Studies Seminar" is located.

After Zhang Taiyan came to Suzhou, he bought this residence here.

The exposed brick walls and the combination of Chinese and Western styles make this building very tasteful.

But Bao Guowei had no mood to appreciate these things. He followed his master's wife Tang Guoli and hurried into the hall.

As I walked, I could still hear Zhang Nianyue sobbing. She was trying her best to restrain herself, but she couldn't help it.

Bao Guowei couldn't help but feel a little sad.

For a moment, he began to doubt himself.

Because historically speaking, Zhang Taiyan died six years later from diseases such as nasopharyngeal cancer and cholecystitis.

For the elderly of this era, being able to live peacefully until they are almost seventy years old is a blessing.

But it’s only 1930?
Why did Zhang Taiyan become seriously ill?
In Bao Guowei's impression, there is no such record in history.

Could it be that his arrival had changed history? The butterfly effect caused a generation of masters to die prematurely.

If this is really the result, Bao Guowei will never be able to accept it.

The journey along the corridor was extremely painful for Bao Guowei, who was very anxious and wanted to know the situation of Zhang Taiyan desperately.

However, Master's wife Tang Guoli was still comforting Bao Guowei. As Zhang Taiyan's wife, she seemed unusually calm.

"Bingwen, don't be too anxious. Your master's condition is not very good. You should be mentally prepared."

Bao Guowei looked at his teacher's wife, who looked haggard, and knew that she was just holding on.

At this time, she believed that she could not fall down and had to hold up the Zhang family.

After a moment of silence, Bao Guowei nodded.

After a while, several people came to Zhang Taiyan's door, and they could hear the sound of some people talking inside.

"Doctor Charlie, how is my master doing? Please say something!"

"Well, please cooperate with me, Mr. Zhang, so that I can provide treatment."

"Ahem. I've already seen a Western doctor, but it's no use. Zhu Jihai, don't look for a foreign doctor anymore. I have confidence in my own medical skills."

Standing at the door, the three people, who were originally in a heavy mood, suddenly felt angry.

What a stubborn old man!

Boom boom boom!
Tang Guoli knocked heavily on the door and pushed it open before anyone could respond.

He angrily scolded Zhang Taiyan who was lying on the bed, "You old man, you have studied all your life, but you still don't know the principle of avoiding medical treatment. Even if you are a great doctor, you can't heal yourself. Why don't you listen? If you don't listen, you won't even be allowed to eat stinky tofu!"

The sound startled the three people in the room. The foreign doctor named Charlie hurried over to stop Tang Guoli.

"Madam, please don't get too excited. The patient needs some quiet time. Take your time."

Charlie said in very broken Chinese.

Obviously he also knew the identity of the old man on the bed and took this visit very seriously.

Tang Guoli just turned her head away, not even looking at Zhang Taiyan lying on the bed, tears unconsciously flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Taiyan lying on the bed had a haggard face and sunken eye sockets. He felt that he was in the wrong, so he no longer dared to speak loudly in front of his wife. He just muttered in a low voice, and his voice was very hoarse.

"I can't smoke this cigarette anymore. If I don't even eat stinky tofu, I won't be able to live."

Just like an old child.

Seeing that the farce had finally subsided, Bao Guowei shook his head helplessly, then took two steps forward and spoke.

"Sir, the student is late."

Zhang Nianyue couldn't hold it in any longer, she rushed to the bed, lay on Zhang Taiyan's body and kept talking.

"You old man, you always make me worry. Why don't you seek medical treatment seriously?" Zhang Taiyan smiled. He touched Zhang Nianyue's head and looked at Bao Guowei and said.

"How was the press conference? Was the play considered a success?"

Even though he still had the energy to argue with others just now, one could still feel Zhang Taiyan's weakness from his words.

It is like an old dilapidated pine tree on the hill, which can be broken into pieces by a heavy rain.

Bao Guowei suppressed the emotions in his heart. He knew he couldn't panic, so he nodded and said.

"It was very successful. It's a pity that you didn't go to Shanghai to see it for yourself."

"Hahahahaha cough cough cough."

Zhang Taiyan wanted to laugh out loud, but his voice was hoarse. He then started coughing violently and his face turned red.

Seeing this, Dr. Charlie hurriedly spoke to Zhu Jihai beside him.

"Little boy, help this gentleman up quickly, massage his chest, and tap his back to help him expectorate and prevent suffocation."

Upon hearing the order, Zhu Jihai hurried forward to help Zhang Taiyan up, but he was only fourteen years old and was thin, and had little strength in his hands.

He tried hard to help Zhang Taiyan, but he was powerless.

At this time, a strong hand lifted up Zhang Taiyan's back and patted his back skillfully.

After a lot of effort, Zhang Taiyan coughed out the thick phlegm in his throat and saved his life.

Already speechless.

Zhu Jihai glanced at Bao Guowei timidly and said, "Senior brother."

"I'm here, don't worry for now."

Bao Guowei saw the uneasiness in the other person's eyes and nodded.

The person in front of him was Zhang Taiyan’s youngest disciple, fourteen years old at the time. According to history, he started following Zhang Taiyan in Gusu at the age of sixteen.

However, with the emergence of Bao Guowei, Zhang Taiyan's lectures were brought forward, and the time he accepted this disciple was also brought forward.

Bao Guowei placed Zhang Taiyan on the pillow. At this moment, the old man had no strength left and was just gasping for breath.

He turned to Zhu Jihai and asked.

"How is the Master doing?"

"Master's condition is not very good, so Master's wife called to notify Brother to come. I also invited a doctor, but Master was not very cooperative."

He stammered. At the age of fourteen, the collapse of the teacher whom he usually respected was quite a shock to him.

Bao Guowei patted him on the shoulder, not paying attention to it, but turned to look at Dr. Charlie next to him.

He knew the other party was from Britain and asked in English.

"Mr. Charlie, what is the situation of this old man? Is there any way to help him?"

Charlie comes from a church hospital and can be said to be the best Western medicine doctor in Suzhou who specializes in epidemics.

But he had just arrived in China and was not very familiar with Chinese. He arrived at Zhang's house in a hurry and did not have an interpreter, so everything became a mess.

When he heard Bao Guowei speaking English, his eyes immediately lit up.

He answered seriously.

"Sir, I have made a preliminary diagnosis."

Charlie's expression became serious, and Bao Guowei's heart began to wrench as well.

At this time, Zhang Taiyan, who was lying on the bed, was saying something in a daze.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem. Don't bother looking for foreigners to see you. Bingwen, go get me some paper and pen. I'll write a prescription. Wind-heat-heat and lung-heat diseases can be cured with just one prescription. It's all written in the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and the Huangdi Neijing."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Bao Guowei covered Zhang Taiyan's mouth speechlessly and tilted his head to the side.

This will make breathing easier.

(End of this chapter)