"Mr. Wu, this... what is going on?" I couldn't help but ask Mr. Wu.
"Your body is very cold, like an ice cube, but the water temperature is normal." Mr. Wu frowned and said.
"How...why do you feel like this? Why is it hot sometimes and cold sometimes?"
"It's probably because of the effect of the medicine. Can you withstand it?"
"I can't stand the heat, but I can still bear the cold." I said with a trembling voice.
Mr. Wu nodded: "Well, then stop talking and save your energy. It will be over in ten minutes."
This feeling is so uncomfortable. Although I don't feel any pain, I feel it is more difficult to accept than the pain.
It was so cold that I felt like I had no consciousness in my body, and even my consciousness began to blur, and I felt like I was about to faint.
Every minute was excruciating for me and I have never had such a bad experience.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally got through the last ten minutes.
Mr. Wu helped me out of the barrel, wrapped my body in a quilt, and made me drink the medicinal soup.
After a while, the physical discomfort was relieved.
Mr. Wu sat by the bed and took my pulse again. After he finished taking my pulse, I asked him: "Mr. Wu, how am I doing now?"
"Still not optimistic. I will have to give you injections starting tomorrow."
"What needle?"
"Silver Needle."
"Is this...useful?"
"Try it, your current situation is not very optimistic, you must cooperate."
I'm a little anxious. It's been more than a week, why is there no sign of improvement?
In my silence, Mr. Wu asked me again: "Do you not believe me anymore?"
"I don't believe in myself anymore. Why has it been so long without any signs of improvement?"
Mr. Wu said in a deep voice: "Because the cancer cells in your body have already spread, I use the medicine to kill those cancer cells."
"Can't you kill it?" I asked doubtfully.
"Don't be anxious. After all, you have just started receiving high-intensity drug treatment. You will have to wait for at least one course of treatment before you can see some signs of improvement."
"How long is a course of treatment?"
"One week."
I didn't ask any more questions. The current treatment time is indeed not long. Traditional Chinese medicine does not have the effect as quickly as Western medicine, so I can only take it slowly.
The subsequent treatment became more and more uncomfortable day by day, but I endured it every time.
After a few days, I seemed to have gradually adapted to this high-intensity treatment. Even though I could still feel pain, the pain had been significantly reduced.
Mr. Wu also started treating me with silver needles. My daily task was to exercise during the day and start treatment at night.
Another week has passed. Counting the time, I have been in Miao Village for more than half a month.
Mr. Wu also brought me good news. He told me that after a week of intensive treatment, the cancer cells in my body have been significantly reduced, and my body has recovered very well.
In fact, in the past few days, I can feel that my energy is better than before, my appetite is better than before, and I even seem to have gained some weight.
I plan to go out to the mountain tomorrow to tell An Lan that she is safe. I have been receiving treatment with peace of mind for more than a week, so she must be worried too.
But tonight’s treatment, Mr. Wu told me that it might be more painful than before. He increased the effect of the medicine and said it was the second course of treatment.
He said that if I can survive this course of treatment, my body will almost recover.
In other words, I can resist it for a week at most and then I can go back.
When I thought about being able to go back, I was naturally excited, so I had to bear it no matter how painful it was.
But Mr. Wu was very worried. After he prepared the potion, he said to me: "Xiao Chen, your treatment has entered the last course. The previous treatments have been very effective, but this course of treatment is different from the previous one.
The consequences I told you may also occur during this treatment...so, think it over yourself."
I knew I had no way out, so I didn't think much about it.
After I sat in the tub, I closed my eyes as usual, preparing to accept this new round of torture.
The medicine gradually soaked into my body, but strangely, I didn't feel anything.
Even after half an hour, there was no response. It was not even as good as the initial treatment. It was like soaking in ordinary warm water.
I couldn't help but ask Mr. Wu: "Mr. Wu, did you forget to take this medicine? Why don't I feel anything now?"
"Don't you feel it?" Mr. Wu also looked at me in surprise.
"Well, I don't feel anything at all."
Mr. Wu put his nose close to the wooden barrel and smelled it, and said, "I added the medicine! If you wait, it may not be effective yet."
I continued to wait uneasily. This feeling of not knowing when the reaction would start was very torturous, and I felt like I was suffering every minute.
Another half hour passed, and the water temperature began to cool down, but there was still no reaction.
Mr. Wu took the initiative to ask me this time: "Is there still no reaction?"
"No, the water temperature is a bit cold. Mr. Wu, do you still want to take a dip?"
Mr. Wu looked at the clock and said, "Let's soak for another ten minutes!"
Then, another ten minutes passed and I still had no response.
Mr. Wu could only call me out. He began to wonder if he had forgotten to add a certain medicinal ingredient, so he went to the kitchen to check the pot where the medicinal ingredients were boiled.
At the moment Mr. Wu walked out of the room, I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I had low blood sugar.
The dizzy feeling instantly made me unable to stand and fell to the ground.
Just when I was about to call Mr. Wu, my head suddenly started to hurt violently, as if my whole head was about to explode.
"ah!……"
I screamed in pain and lost all consciousness.
…
When I woke up, an unfamiliar face appeared in front of me.
The unfamiliar face looked at me very excitedly, and then shouted outside: "Dad, Brother Chen is awake!"
Immediately afterwards, the room door was opened, and a middle-aged man hurriedly ran in.
"Xiao Chen, you woke up, how do you feel? Are you okay?" The middle-aged man rushed to my bedside and asked me anxiously.
"Where...is this? Who are you?" I looked at them blankly.
The middle-aged man and the strange girl looked at each other, and they both looked at me very strangely.
The strange girl frowned and said to me: "Brother Chen, I am Nanxing! This is my dad... What's wrong with you? Don't you remember us?"
My head hurts so much, everything around me is so unfamiliar, I don’t even know who I am...