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Chapter 67: The Doctor Treats the Disease

"I came to see you, how are you?" Tang Qiao found a seat and sat down casually.

"It's still the same. It can't be cured anyway." Dai Shuwei has let it go. He will live one more day and do what he likes! He will not have any regrets when he dies.

"I'm here to take you to see a doctor. I found a miracle doctor who has cured many people with this disease." Dai Hou certainly couldn't tell the truth here.

"My Lord, I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need a miracle doctor."

Although Dai Shuwei had never seen many miracle doctors, he had looked up a lot of information since he fell ill, and even considered studying medicine, but there was no case of recovery at all.

He was afraid that the prince would be cheated by those swindlers, and if he took good care of himself, he could live a few more years, which was much better than being cheated by those swindlers, spending money and getting punished.

He is indeed a young genius, his ideas are very correct and ordinary persuasion is of no use at all.

"No matter how much I say, it's useless. Come with me to take a look. If you think the patient is trustworthy, we will treat him. If you don't want to see the doctor, just go out and relax." Let's get Dai Shuwei away first. After seeing the modern medical conditions, how could he not want to see the doctor? Even ants try to survive!
Dai Hou was not optimistic about Dai Shuwei's treatment. He said that no one had ever been cured of this disease. At most, he could live a few more years.

But he was very keen on getting in touch with the Prince of Fu. No matter how to do it, just send Dai Shuwei there. No matter how the treatment was, he would bring gifts to express his gratitude after a while. If he visited him more often, wouldn't they become friends?
So Dai Hou also joined in the persuasion: "Shuwei, why don't you go and take a look? At least there is hope. If not, we can come back." You see how well he said this, but he was unwilling to put these thoughts on his son.

Only the innocent young boy Shu Mo was so excited that his face turned red: "Master, go and give it a try! There is nothing to do if you don't try. Maybe the prince has really found a miracle doctor!" As he spoke, he secretly wiped away his tears.

"Okay! Let's go!" What if my life ends this year and I don't go out for a walk? It would be such a pity!

"Shumo, help your young master pack his things. We'll set off now." Tang Qiao made the decision immediately.

"My Lord, it's already noon. Please have your meal before leaving!" Dai Hou tried to persuade him to stay.

"No need! I still have a lot to do!" Tang Qiao was too lazy to be polite with Dai Hou.

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Tang Qiao arrived quickly and brought Dai Shuwei to the supermarket after lunch.

Because they knew in advance that it was tuberculosis, no other supermarket staff came, and Liu Xuehua received them.

When Liu Xuehua saw them coming out of the locker room, she also put on a mask and asked them to sit on the chairs: "Sit down! Put your hands out so I can see."

Dai Shuwei sat obediently on the chair and stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table. Liu Xuehua touched it for about half a minute and said, "Change your hand!"

He kept listening for about half a minute, and then used a stethoscope. At this time, Liu Xuehua was a little puzzled. Modern people would insert a stethoscope from under the back of a person's shirt. The young man was wearing a long gown, so how could he get it in?
Liu Xuehua immediately thought of a solution: "Take off your clothes!" In the eyes of a doctor, there is no difference between men and women.
The young daishuwei's face turned red like an apple, and he asked weakly, "How do I take it off?"

Liu Xuehua saw Dai Shuwei's blushing face, and then she suddenly remembered that this boy was an ancient person, and he might not understand her intentions: "Unbutton these buttons on your collar, and I will put my stethoscope against your back and chest to hear the sound in your lungs." She shook the stethoscope in her hand. Dai Shuwei obediently unbuttoned his collar, and just looked at Liu Xuehua curiously, wondering how this round cake the size of an egg could hear the sound in the lungs.

The cold round cake was put into the clothes, first in the back, then in the front, and then in the back again. When it was placed on the right side, he said, "There is no murmur in the right lung, so it should be healthy."

Dai Shuwei didn't understand, but he tried hard to remember what the doctor said.

The round cake was placed on the left side again, and he tried it very carefully, above and below: "There are rales in the left lower lung, the lesion should be here."

Dai Shuwei didn't understand anyway, so he looked at Liu Xuehua curiously.

Tang Qiao couldn't help but ask: "Doctor Liu, what is my brother's condition like? Can it be cured?"

Liu Xuehua looked at Tang Qiao strangely and said, "This disease is not even considered a difficult and complicated disease here. It can be cured by taking some medicine."

Dai Shuwei had already calmed down and was ready to die peacefully.

But the doctor here actually said that it was not even a difficult disease, and that it would be cured by taking medicine. Words could not describe how I felt right now. I was so excited that I could not speak. My eyes were red and my hands were clenched tightly to prevent myself from jumping up in excitement.

"Really? Will my brother definitely get better?" Tang Qiao was very happy, but not sure. After all, this was a terminal illness in the Ming Dynasty and it could be passed on to other people. Otherwise, Dai Hou would not have avoided it like the plague.

"In a discipline as rigorous as medicine, no one will answer so confidently. I can only tell you that there is a high chance of recovery." Liu Xuehua was not satisfied with his question. Who would dare to give you a guarantee?

"I'm sorry! Doctor Liu, I'm just anxious. After all, this is a terminal illness in our country." Dai Shuwei was so excited that he couldn't speak. As a good brother, Tang Qiao helped him ask the questions.

"Yeah!" Liu Xuehua understood the patient's feelings very well. She had seen it many times in the hospital. She knew that crying, laughing, and everything else were all normal.

"Then Doctor Liu, please prescribe medicine for my brother! The money will be charged to my account." Tang Qiao expressed his opinion. It is estimated that Dai Hou did not give Dai Shuwei any money.

Dai Shuwei calmed down a little: "No need, my lord, I have money."

"Didn't you see what Dai Hou brought you?"

"It wasn't him who took it. It was my deceased ancestor. She was a wise person. She said that we are all her descendants and she loves us all. But it would be more difficult for me, so she left some things for me before she passed away."

Tang Qiao knew that the old ancestor was the owner of the set of golden nanmu furniture. When the old ancestor passed away, the wife of the previous generation was still alive, and Dai Shuwei was being raised by the wife of the previous generation like a treasure. The old ancestor actually saw through Dai Shuwei's difficulties. He could really be called a wise old man who saw through the world.

"Okay then! I won't interfere. Doctor Liu, please prescribe some medicine!" Tang Qiao urged. Although Doctor Liu said that the patient could be cured, he was not completely healed, so he was still worried.

"Don't be in a hurry. I just took a quick look and got a general idea of ​​the situation. Come with me to the hospital upstairs for a detailed examination, and then we'll talk about getting medicine." Liu Xuehua explained.