The attending doctor shook his head. Although he moved Zhang Jian's filial son's heart, this disease is a bottomless pit.

He has been a doctor for so many years and has been seeing too many family members and has been in debt because of this disease. Although Zhang Jian had already paid more than 100,000 yuan in the early stage, he must have thought about all the solutions he should think of. Now he is paying money again. How can the family's life be guaranteed?

The doctor was also kind and tempted: "Young man, if you really want the elderly to live a better life, take them home and take them with delicious food and drink. To be honest, the current treatment can only alleviate the patient's illness, and it will be a matter of time before the worsening is done." The implication is that it is meaningless to spend money.

Zhang Jian was confused when he was said, "Doctor, what do you want to say? Will my mother be discharged from the hospital now?"

"It depends on your choice." The doctor wrote the last treatment plan on the medical record and prescribed a bunch of medicines to Zhang Jian: "Take Western medicine is not very effective, and the best way is actually diet therapy."

"Food therapy?" Zhang Jian had never heard of such things. After all, farmers like them are not particular about food and drink. Could it be that eating can cure diseases?

"I have an old classmate who specializes in diet therapy for 30 years. You can consult him." The doctor pulled a note next to him, wrote his name and phone number and handed it to him: "There is a thousand-year history of traditional Chinese medicine in China, and diet therapy accounts for a large proportion. If you are interested, try it."

At least diet therapy won't cost that much.

Zhang Jian nodded in a daze, took the note and replied.

Of course, let’s talk about whether to go or not. He doesn’t believe that eating can cure diseases. If this happens, the hospital will be prescribed?

When he returned to the ward, his mother was sleeping soundly, and Zhang Shunliang sat on the chair and dozed.

The scratches on his body have been treated, as if the incident happened last night did not cause any harm to him.

Zhang Jian picked up a blanket and put it on Zhang Shunliang's body. Zhang Shunliang moved and did not wake up.

He sat on the other side and gently held his mother's hand.

My mother became thinner and thinner, and the back of her hands was covered with bulging veins and blood vessels. Because there was too much injection of needle water, the blood vessels had long been blue, which was extremely scary.

He felt distressed, really distressed, and a sense of powerlessness spread.

It is said that money cannot solve everything. Before his mother got sick, he felt that this kind of thing was farting, but when he really faced a problem that even money could not solve it, he understood what this sentence meant.

Feeling the warmth on the back of my hands, my mother opened her eyes.

"Zhang Jian..." My mother's voice was very weak. Due to ALS, her joints were hurting all over her body, and her fingers curled up like chicken feet, and she could no longer stretch out.

"Mom, you'll sleep for a while." Zhang Jian gently lifted the hair that was blocking his mother and said softly: "If you can't sleep, I'll talk to you."

"It's okay, mom has enough sleep." The mother wanted to get up, but Zhang Jian hurriedly helped her up and pulled her pillow high and placed it behind her. "Cough, mom is really useless. She still drags you down when she gets old."

Zhang Jian's eyes were swollen and he was hoarse: "Mom, what are you talking nonsense? Isn't it natural for your son to support his parents?"

The mother looked at Zhang Jian with her head tilted and smiled silently: "Son, mom wants to go home."

Zhang Jian was stunned: "You are still sick now. When you are cured, your son will take you home."

Shaking his head, the mother said weakly: "Mom knows her physical condition. Son, I beg you. Even if I die, I don't want to die in such a place, otherwise I will not even be able to find my way back in the future."

There is a custom in Xiaozhang Village that people will die at their own homes, so that they can only find a way back to see their family members when they are in the first seventh year.

Looking at his mother's firm eyes, Zhang Jian compromised.

The discharge procedures were completed that afternoon. Although Zhang Shunliang refused, he could only nod in pain when he saw that his wife had little time.

Zhang Jian rented a big cart and could put a bed in the back seat, and was about to take his mother back to Xiaozhang Village. Zhang Yuqin couldn't get in class and asked Zhang Jian to take care of his mother on the phone.

The attending doctor came out to see them off. Before leaving, he pulled Zhang Jian and told him again: "Remember what I said, go back and ask my friends to see if the diet therapy is OK."

"Yeah, thank you doctor." Zhang Jian nodded and got into the car.

Zhang Jian sat in the passenger seat, took out the note in his pocket and looked at it, then opened his phone and searched for "diet therapy".

In fact, the principle of diet therapy is similar to that of traditional Chinese medicine. It uses certain characteristics of food to perform targeted treatment, and of course it is not as effective as Western medicine, but the patient will not suffer and is relatively easier to accept.

This sentence made Zhang Jian feel a little moved. Even if it really couldn't be cured, at least it would save his mother from the pain of taking injections and taking medicine.

Just as Zhang Jian was hesitating whether to talk to his mother, the driver next to him suddenly braked and cursed, "What are you doing!"

The brakes were fast and fast, and Zhang Jian almost hit the windshield.

"Zhang Jian! Come down with me!" This stern voice made Zhang Jian feel physical disgusted.

Ma Wenli patted the hood with both hands and shouted: "Zhang Jian! Are you very capable? Wen Tao is your younger brother! You actually put such heavy hands, are you still a person?"

Zhang Shunliang became anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly opened the car window and asked to explain. Zhang Jian had already jumped out of the car.

"Zhang Jian, okay! Wen Tao is still lying in the hospital. The doctor said he had a broken hand. What are you going to do?" Ma Wenli squeezed two tears: "My parents are the only son. What do you do in the future if you ask them to do?!"

Without mentioning what kind of bastard Ma Wentao did.

Zhang Jianpingjing said, "I want to send my mother back first, and I will talk about anything when I have something to do."

Ma Wenli suddenly fell in front of the car and rolled around, shouting: "Oh my God! Is there any reason for it? My own brother is beaten. You are not a human being, you are a beast! Do everything possible to prevent our family from dying!"

Zhang Jian was shocked by her operation.

Isn't it like this if the thief shouts to catch the thief?

Just now, I left the hospital entrance, and more and more people were watching around me. Ma Wenli had already rolled her hair and her face was as dirty as a shrew. As the saying goes, children who could cry had milk. Those onlookers who were not aware of it looked at Zhang Jian with contempt and pointed from time to time.

Zhang Jian frowned and said, "How much do you want?"

This sentence touched the keywords, and Ma Wenli suddenly sat up and wiped her face: "My brother's medical expenses, mental loss expenses, and loss of work costs, no matter how much it is, it costs 200,000!"
Chapter completed!