After hearing what An Lan said, Mr. Wu turned around and looked at An Lan, still vaguely saying, "Just... just you?"
An Lan pointed to me very sincerely and said: "It's my husband. He was diagnosed with gastric cancer and had surgery, but he didn't feel better. I hope Mr. Wu can take a look..."
Mr. Wu glanced at me again, his eyes seemed to be inquiring, and I immediately stood up and walked over to him.
Just when he was about to speak, he said: "I'm not a doctor, it's useless for you to come to me! Please come back!"
"Mr. Wu, please give me a look! We heard that you have great medical skills and came here from Chongqing. Look at our embarrassment, so please kindly give us a look!" An Lan continued to say sincerely.
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An Yifeng also continued: "Mr. Wu, if we didn't know your ability, we wouldn't come all the way to find you. I hope you can show it! Please..."
Mr. Wu still sighed, waved his hands to us and said: "Go back, go back! I really don't know how to treat a doctor. You have found the wrong person... Please go back!"
Mr. Wu's wife immediately said something in Miao language to An Yifeng, as if asking us to go back.
Then she helped Mr. Wu back to the house. An Lan and An Yifeng both looked helpless.
But at this moment, An Lan suddenly knelt down and said in a begging tone: "Mr. Wu, please take a look! Please..."
An Lan suddenly knelt down, which really surprised me, and my heart suddenly tightened.
But the old Mr. Wu still remained silent. He just sighed and went back to the house.
An Yifeng also sighed and said: "Mr. Wu is like this. I begged him for three days last time, but it was useless. He wants to be separated."
An Lan asked hurriedly: "Then who does he look at?"
"I'm not sure about this. Anyway, my comrade's father is keeping an eye on him."
An Lan frowned and shouted into the room again: "Mr. Wu, I will always be waiting for you here. If you don't show me, then I will keep kneeling here."
I can't stand An Lan being so humble. In my eyes, she has always been a very self-reliant, independent and confident woman.
I have never seen her humble side, and my heart is breaking right now.
I stepped forward to support her and said, "Forget it, An Lan, get up! Forget it if he doesn't want to be treated..."
"It doesn't count. Just leave me alone. I'll be fine."
An Yifeng also said: "Sister, don't be like this. Mr. Wu is always like this. Even if you kneel here for a year, it won't help."
An Lan didn't seem to listen to anyone. No matter how much I tried to help her up, she couldn't get up.
I was also helpless and hated my illness.
But what can I do?
At this moment, a little girl carrying a backpack walked in from outside the yard. She put the backpack aside and looked at us.
I found that she looked familiar. She was actually the Miao girl who fell down at the entrance of the village when we entered the village and was helped up by me.
She still looked at us with her watery and lively eyes, and she didn't know if she couldn't speak. She just looked at us, stunned for a long time, and then walked towards the house.
I don't know her identity either, but it looks like she lives here.
I immediately asked An Yifeng: "Yifeng, is that Miao girl just now from this family?"
An Yifeng shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never seen it."
An Lan was still kneeling on the ground, her eyes were very firm, as if even thunder could not move her.
But there was still no movement in the room, so I had to say to her again: "Get up, I came to see him for treatment, so I'll kneel down."
"I'm fine, Chen Feng. You don't have to worry about me. If you're not feeling well, go sit next to me."
I sighed and said, "I'm fine now. You get up first, and I'll try kneeling down, just in case he just wants me to kneel down."
An Lan hesitated for a moment and seemed to think what I said made sense, so he took my hand and stood up.
Although a man has gold under his knees, he does not kneel to heaven or earth, but only to his parents.
But if he can really cure my disease, then he will be my reborn parent.
So I didn't hesitate and knelt down directly.
Not even ten seconds after I knelt down, Mr. Wu actually came out.
He stood at the door of the hall and said to us with a serious expression: "To tell you the truth, I can indeed cure some difficult and complicated diseases, but I took a look at this young man's condition... If I guessed correctly,
He is already dying, so...it’s not that I don’t want to treat him, but I really have nothing to do, do you understand?”
After hearing these words, my heart dropped. In fact, I also guessed that this was the case.
In my case, when I went to Beijing and other big cities like the United States, people told me that I could only wait to die.
I didn't expect him to be able to cure me just by being a charlatan. That would be a bit miraculous.
But An Lan didn't want to give up yet and said, "Mr. Wu, could you please take a look at it? You haven't even looked at it, how do you know it can't be cured?"
Mr. Wu seemed a little helpless. He let out a long sigh and then said, "Come in."
Hearing this, An Lan and An Yifeng became excited again, and An Lan also hurriedly thanked them.
I was also helped up by An Yifeng and walked to the main room.
Sitting on the chair in the main room, Mr. Wu began to take my pulse. Even though he was drunk, his method of taking the pulse was really more professional than that of Chinese medicine doctors in some big hospitals.
An Lan and An Yifeng also sat quietly on the side, both looking at Mr. Wu with expectant eyes.
Mr. Wu checked my pulse calmly, and first touched my left hand, and then my right hand. His brows were loosened and wrinkled at times, and he didn't know what was going on.
It took almost ten minutes before he began to draw conclusions.
He shook his head and sighed softly: "You should have gone to the hospital too, right?"
An Lan and I both nodded at the same time, and Mr. Wu continued: "Did I say that right? There will only be less than two months at most."
An Lan and I looked at each other and said we didn't believe these charlatans, but we never mentioned my illness to him, but he hit the nail on the head.
Then, he added: "Let me tell you the truth, there is no cure for this situation. If you had come earlier, I might have some way to ease it... Of course, it can only be eased."
By saying this, Mr. Wu is already telling us that he is not a god. Unless my cancer is discovered early, he may be able to alleviate it, and he does not say that it can be cured directly.
An Lan asked again: "Well, Mr. Wu, is there any way to relieve it now?"
"This..." Mr. Wu sighed and said, "Let me prescribe some medicine for you. Just take this medicine and take it once a day before going to bed. Of course, it will only provide some relief."
Seemingly there was no other way, An Lan and I looked at each other again and nodded.
Mrs. Wu asked her wife to bring the paper and pen in Miao language, and then asked me: "How old are you this year?"
"35 years old." I replied.
"Is it full?"
"It's full. I'll be 36 next April."
"Next year is your birth year. You were born in April. Are you a tiger?"
"Um."
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly relaxed his brows and said, "When is April?"
I didn't know why he asked these questions, but he replied clearly: "April 16 of the lunar calendar."
He suddenly froze again, as if he had been greatly surprised.