"Go ahead and come to me when you're done. I'm going to sleep now." Tang Bing turned around and lay on the bed again. She usually worked day and night when she was working at Shuguang Hospital, and she had too much overdraft.
"In the future, you are not allowed to overdraft too much. Things in the hospital can be slowed down first, but you must not tire yourself out." Ye Haoxuan said.
"Okay, I understand, I'm taking a nap, you go ahead." Tang Bing closed his eyes, covered his head and stopped talking.
Ye Haoxuan got dressed and went downstairs.
Buddha is in a villa area in the suburbs today. This place is the largest villa area in Shanghai. Of course, the consumer group that can live here is definitely not ordinary people, because ordinary people can't buy a square meter here with a year's salary.
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The idiom "an inch of gold and an inch of soil" is quite appropriate as a metaphor.
It is a small independent courtyard, a garden-style house, and the environment is quite elegant.
Buddha is now in his early sixties. Although he still looks very young, time is not forgiving, especially since he was deceived by Zhang Ziqi before, which overtaxed his physical strength and he has not yet recovered.
However, after several treatments, he felt that his body was getting better little by little.
After taking Lord Buddha's pulse, Ye Haoxuan said with a smile: "Congratulations Lord Buddha, the cancer cells in your body are almost cleared now. After this treatment, you will no longer need acupuncture."
"Is it better?" Buddha didn't believe it: "But I feel that all aspects of me are still not restored to before."
"This needs to be adjusted slowly." Ye Haoxuan took out the needle and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on recuperation. Now the disease has stopped, but you took Zhang Ziqi's medicine before, so your body is too overdrawn. This moment is
It can’t be raised back.”
"But you are a medical saint." Buddha said with a smile: "You must have a way to make me feel better in the shortest time."
"To be honest, Lord Buddha, I do have a way to help you get better in the shortest time." Ye Haoxuan said with a faint smile: "But doing that will still overdraw your potential, which is not a good thing from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine.
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"Lord Buddha, you must know that there are no real shortcuts in this world, especially when it comes to things like physical recuperation. Although sometimes it is quick, you are the one who really suffers the heaviest loss." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"I'm a little impatient." Buddha nodded slightly and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, just adjust it slowly. Only when you get older will you realize that you worked hard when you were young and didn't pay attention to your health. When you get old, you have all the problems. You can change everything."
Not coming back."
"Haha, what Lord Buddha is saying is, Lord Buddha, please rest assured, I know your body well, and I will not destroy my own sign." Ye Haoxuan said as he began to perform acupuncture.
"Okay, I listen to you, take your time." Buddha nodded.
Half an hour later, Ye Haoxuan finished the acupuncture. Buddha was sweating all over, especially as some black impurities oozed from the pores in his body. Ye Haoxuan's current medical attainments are extremely high.
On the one hand, he can use needles to remove some cancer cells from the Buddha's body. On the other hand, his needles also have a Taoist effect of washing marrow and cutting bones. People who have been treated with his acupuncture can definitely survive.
By the age of 100, it is still possible to achieve a small degree of longevity.
The more he came into contact with Ye Haoxuan, the more Buddha felt that Ye Haoxuan was not a simple person, because after Ye Haoxuan's simple acupuncture, Buddha felt that his body was obviously much more relaxed, but the sweat on his body was a bit uncomfortable.
He confessed to Ye Haoxuan, and then went to take a shower and change clothes, while Ye Haoxuan took a short rest in the living room.
A servant brought tea, which was a good Dahongpao. Actually, Ye Haoxuan did not have any requirements for tea. He still liked to drink some picked wild tea. He took a cup of tea and saw the small garden outside the living room.
There was an ancient tree, and he couldn't help but become curious about it.
This is a very old tree. Although the branches are not thick, you can see from the cracked branches that this tree must have gone through many vicissitudes. Its life has even come to an end.
But from inside its branches, another small tree popped up. Although it was not the same type of tree, they were so entangled that they looked like one tree.
There were some small silver-white flowers blooming on the tree, which bloomed on the ancient tree. However, due to the season, these small flowers fell to the ground. A girl was sweeping up the fallen flowers.
She swept all the flowers together, then dug a small hole and buried the flowers in it.
"Are you burying flowers?" Ye Haoxuan didn't understand what the girl was doing, so he looked at the girl with interest.
"No." The girl didn't seem to expect that anyone was here. She was slightly stunned, and then returned to normal. She gathered the petals together, and then said lightly: "I just want these flowers to fall to their roots."
"This is a thousand-year-old green tree." Ye Haoxuan looked at the branches and said: "It only blooms once every hundred years, which is very rare. Moreover, these flowers are also extremely precious medicinal materials, which are not easy to find."
"Ah, is that so?" The girl was startled, and she said nonchalantly: "I, I don't know, I grew up here. I have never seen this tree blooming, and I don't know this.
What’s the name of the tree?”
"Then, let me dig them up." The girl said and picked up the shovel again, trying to shovel up the flowers that had just been buried.
"No need. Once these flowers are buried and come into contact with the air, they will lose their original efficacy. Originally, this flower was an indispensable medicine for treating cancer." Ye Haoxuan shook his head.
"That, that's a pity." The girl sighed, feeling somewhat sorry for her ignorance.
"Haha, no one who doesn't know is at fault." Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "Sometimes, this is how fate should be."
"That's right." The girl raised her head thoughtfully. She looked at the sparse petals on the branches and said, "These remaining flowers may have some effects."
"They can be collected." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile: "Maybe these remaining flowers can save some people."
"Are you a doctor?" The girl came back to her senses and found that she had been talking to a stranger for a long time.
"Yes, I am a doctor." Ye Haoxuan nodded.
"Are you treating my adoptive father?" the girl asked in confusion.
"Is your foster father the Buddha?" Ye Haoxuan asked.
"Yes, he is my adoptive father." The girl nodded, with a look of joy in her eyes: "The adoptive father finally understood. He was sick before, but he didn't go to the doctor and only ate some unknown food.
What kind of health-preserving medicine is made of it?”