It wasn't until the doctor patiently answered that Ling Yun realized that what the doctor was saying was that Ling Dashan was suspected of having suffered a stroke and was paralyzed.
When he first heard the news, Ling Yun was like a bolt from the blue, and he was stunned for three minutes.
Now he finally knew why Mrs. Liang wanted to faint when she heard the news that the evil wind had entered her body.
Whoever knew that her husband had a stroke and would have to lie in bed for the rest of his life would not be able to accept it.
What's more, there is already one person lying on the chair in the Ling family, and now there is another one. This kind of news is just adding insult to injury.
A woman, her husband, and her son are all lying on the bed or in a wheelchair. You can imagine what kind of pressure she is feeling inside.
Ling Yun tried his best to stabilize his body, regained his composure and asked, "Doctor, what should we do?"
"Ephedra, ginger, skullcap, ginseng, fangji, aconite... Among them, 5 taels of ginger, one tael of aconite, and the remaining 1 tael will do." The doctor prescribed a series of medicinal materials on the paper as he spoke.
Ling Yun looked at the medicine prescribed by the doctor and pondered for a moment, "Doctor, what do you mean by this?"
"This is the name of the medicine for resting. Just go to the drug store and get the medicine according to what's written on the paper."
"Doctor, can this disease only require rest?"
"I can only take medicine and rest, there is no other way, and I'm afraid my life will be short-lived once I stop taking this medicine!" The doctor shook his head helplessly.
When faced with such a terminal illness, even if he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do.
"Is there really no other way?" Ling Yun was unwilling to accept this fact.
However, the doctor still just shook his head, as if he had thought of something, and said in a low voice, "Unless the medical sage Hua Tuo is alive, the rule is to drink Ma Fei Decoction, then chop open the head with a sharp ax and take out the wind saliva, and then the roots can be eradicated."
Then he shook his head in denial and said, "I don't say whether the Chinese Medical Sage is alive or not. Even with his method, I have never heard of the Chinese Medical Sage using it."
Hearing this, Ling Yun was filled with despair.
Not only him, but everyone in the Ling family looked defeated and disheartened at this time.
In ancient times, only Hua Tuo once said that decapitation can cure wind diseases, and no one has dared to say so since then.
Not only in ancient times but also in modern times, stroke is a difficult and complicated disease that can be cured, but it is extremely difficult to recover from it.
Ling Yun sent the doctor away and felt heartbroken when he paid.
Since his birth, the Ling family has never seemed at peace, as if his arrival was accompanied by bad luck.
Ling Yun had to wonder whether his fate had already been predestined. Is it true that everything was determined as the book said?
Ling Yun tried hard to change Ling Yun's embarrassing situation, and he has obviously done it. Since he invented the stroller, the Ling family has prospered with the stroller, and the future is bright.
But the good times didn't last long, then his father had an accident, and now his grandfather.
Ling Yun wondered if it was because he used the knowledge of future generations to create things to make money that his family had frequent accidents?
Otherwise, why before he invented the stroller, the Ling family was peaceful and happy, and no accidents ever happened.
Although I was a little poorer at that time, I could still make ends meet.
Now, looking at the old, weak, sick and disabled people, Ling Yun felt even more guilty.
"Son, it's okay. Don't worry. Mom is here. Mom will always watch over you." Perhaps it was the connection between mother and son. Yang noticed that Ling Yun looked abnormal and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him.
"My dear, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Ling Yun was exhausted physically and mentally, but he still had to endure and stay strong.
Now he is the only healthy man in the Ling family. He cannot fall. This family needs him to carry it.
"Son, when you are tired, go in and take a rest. There are so many people watching here."
"Mom, the baby is fine. The baby knows what's going on."
Ling Yun walked out of the door and came under the tree on the small slope. There was sunshine today, and the spring breeze was not as cold as in the past.
He just wants to be alone and quiet, and doesn't want to do anything else.
If he could, he really didn't want to do anything, as long as the Ling family returned to its original state.
But things in the world are unpredictable, so how could God hear the cry of a mortal like him?
Until noon, no one came to disturb Ling Yun.
Because everyone in the Ling family knows that whenever their family, Shiro, is worried, he likes to lie quietly next to the big tree at the foot of the hillside in a daze.
It was not until lunch time that Wuwa ran out and called him to eat. Ling Yun slowly got up, packed his clothes and walked home slowly.
After lunch, Ling Yun sat in his study, wanting to calm down and review for the April government examination, but no matter how deeply he took a deep breath, his heart still couldn't calm down.
"Dad, why are you here?" Ling Yun suddenly found someone pushing his door. When he walked out, he saw that it was his father. He hurriedly stepped forward to hold his wheelchair, fearing that he would accidentally fall down.
"Silang, dad wants to talk to you." Ling Daren looked at his son. Although he looked immature, his mind was extremely mature. No matter what happened at home, he could face it calmly and never complained about others.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Ling Yun was a little surprised that he suddenly came to him.
"Lai Shiro, push dad out for a walk. Dad hasn't been out for a long time. I really want to enjoy the wind outside."
"Okay, Dad."
Just like that, Ling Yun pushed Ling Daren and walked slowly on the road.
"Silang, don't you blame dad?" Ling Daren suddenly turned around, looked at Ling Yun and said this with a serious tone.
Ling Yun was a little stunned when he heard this. He couldn't understand why his father would say such incomprehensible words.
So he wondered, "Dad, why do you say that?"
Ling Daren paused, let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice, "If dad hadn't born you into this family, you wouldn't have gone through these hardships."
Seeing that his father's words were tinged with pessimism, he blurted out, "Dad, you can't say that. If you and mother didn't give birth to the child, the child might not be there yet, so how could it happen?"
Are you complaining?"
The right to choose whether he is born or not does not lie with the individual. Whether he is born rich or poor is determined by fate. How can he blame his parents for being born into a poor family?
It is not Ling Yun's character to worry about the sky unreasonably, so he went on to say, "Dad, the sage in the book once said: If God wants to assign a great responsibility to a person, he must first suffer his will... What he could not benefit from before. So any suffering now,
For the child, it is just a kind of training. Moreover, the child firmly believes that if the clouds open and the moon shines, our family will be fine."
Ling Yun looked at Ling Daren with resolute eyes, and was deeply affected by him, and couldn't help but become firm in his heart.
Although Ling Daren couldn't understand what his son meant, seeing him so determined, he thought it must be a good thing.
So Ling Daren laughed heartily and felt happy for himself from the inside out. What more could a man ask for after having a son.
The only thing he is proud of in his life is that he gave birth to a good son. When people in Guangping Village see Ling Yun, no one will give him a thumbs up and praise him.