Chapter 98: It's better to die than to live, it's better to fight)
Zhao Xian looked at Old Zhao in a panic, turned around and bowed deeply to Cheng Chubi.
"I wonder if Mr. Cheng can find a way to cure the root cause."
"Yes." Cheng Chubi nodded. "Your father's condition is very clear. He has an enlarged prostate, which can no longer be cured by medicine or stone."
"The only solution now is to remove the prostate. In this way, the previous symptoms will no longer appear."
"Could it be like what Mr. Cheng did to General Qin? I heard that he had to undergo a thoracotomy and a dissection?" Zhao Xian thought.
Old man Zhao is actually calmer than his son, or he may have lived longer. Of course, he may be suffering from too much pain from the prostate.
"If that's the case, can it be cured?"
Seeing the expectant look in Mr. Zhao's eyes, Cheng Chubi nodded slightly and said, "Cheng dare not say 100%, but he is at least 90% sure."
"After all, the biggest fear during surgery is that accidents will happen. If there is an emergency..."
After hearing this, everyone in the room became quiet, and their eyes fell on the old man Zhao, who was frowning and thinking hard.
It took him enough time to make a cup of tea, and then Mr. Zhao took out a breath and said with a smile.
"I am now in my mid-sixties. After living for so many years, there is nothing I can't bear to see."
"Rather than living like that before, it would be better to get married and fight."
"Dad..." Zhao Xian immediately fell to his knees and looked at Mr. Zhao, speechless.
Cheng Chubi, Taoist priests Sun and Yuan stood up and handed over the space to their father and son.
"You three don't have to do this. It's just a matter of a few words."
Elder Zhao raised his hand, patted Zhao Xian's shoulder gently and said with a bitter smile.
"Xian'er, dad is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of the kind of pain that lasts day and night and makes life worse than death."
"Dad has been in business all his life, making profits and losing money, and now he is old.
It seems that everything is lost, but there seems to be hope."
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Later, the specific exchange between father and son was not known to Cheng Chubi and others.
However, within the time of a stick of incense, Zhao Xian, whose eyes became increasingly red and swollen, walked into the room, walked up to Cheng Chubi and bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Cheng, if my father doesn't do that surgery, is there really no other way?"
"No, I'm putting a urinary catheter on your dad now. It only relieves the pain temporarily, but if an infection does occur, I'm afraid your dad won't feel better than before."
What Cheng Chubi said was not a lie. After all, in this era of lack of antibiotics, if a urinary tract infection did occur, he had no good solution.
Cheng Chubi returned to the house again and inspected him carefully.
It was decided to have a urinary catheter indwelling first, and of course Zhao Xian had to tell Zhao Xian to pay attention to disinfecting his biological father, and what precautions should be taken when replacing the special urine tank.
Cheng Chubi also gave one of the few traditional Chinese medicine recipes he knew, which was left behind by his grandfather.
These are the poor families in the village. When they can't buy anti-inflammatory drugs, grandpa will ask them to pick some herbs and take them according to the prescription.
The herbs in the prescription, such as honeysuckle and dandelion, are all excellent natural broad-spectrum antibiotics.
Let Mr. Zhao take it for three days first. On the third day, Cheng Chubi will determine the date for Mr. Zhao to perform prostatectomy based on the situation.
Next, there was the issue of the operating room and ward. At this time, both Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao's eyes lit up.
However, the older Sun Simiao spoke first.
"The matter is simple. Pindao's Taoist temple site in Chang'an City is large enough and very quiet. It is most suitable for operations and patients to rest."
"Besides, there are still a few disciples in Pindao Temple who can give Chu Bixian a beating.
In the future, whenever my nephew needs surgery, he can come here to find a way out of poverty."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up and saluted Sun Simiao, who looked like a lively person.
"In that case, my nephew will thank the Taoist priest first."
"Actually, Pindao's place is also okay..."
Yuan Tiangang straightened his long beard and looked at Sun Simiao with some resentment, muttering in a low voice.
Sun Simiao laughed happily. The old god was twirling his long beard on the ground, so what, at least I was the first to do it.
In this way, it was possible to have more close contact with Cheng Sanlang.
His medical knowledge allowed Sun Simiao to see that there was an additional solution for patients for whom medicine and stone had failed.
"Then when will the old man come to disturb the Taoist priest?" Mr. Zhao's eyes wandered to Cheng Chubi and Sun Simiao.
Although I have emptied my urine, I feel much better.
But he didn't want to try the feeling that life was worse than death before, and he even wished that Cheng Chubi would have a knife on him now.
Sun Simiao thought for a while and then replied, "Mr. Zhao, Pindao will personally come to pick you up in the morning the next morning."
"Then we have Taoist Lao and Master Lao Cheng." The old man Zhao finally smiled and saw several people wanting to leave.
He had a urinary catheter inserted into his body and a urine can. Naturally, it was inconvenient for him to leave, so he asked Li Xian to see him off in person.
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"I didn't expect that my Taoist friend would take the lead today." Yuan Tiangang said to Sun Simiao after seeing Cheng Chubi and his party leaving.
"Haha... Although Pindao is a little older, his reaction is not slow." Sun Simiao smiled heartily.
"Besides, nephew Chu Bi's medical skills are indeed unique, but his mouth and painting talent are really..."
Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang immediately burst into laughter.
"Every gain must come with a loss, not to mention that he has also lost his memory. According to fellow Taoists, has his amnesia been cured or not?"
Sun Simiao stroked his beard and thought about it for a long time, but in the end he could only shake his head helplessly.
"Pindao can't be sure about this, but apart from his tendency to talk nonsense, Cheng Sanlang doesn't have anything weird about him, right?"
At the same time, Yan Wenwen, who had just returned to his mansion, walked straight towards the studio without paying attention, ignoring the housekeeper who was greeting him.
However, the housekeeper has become accustomed to this very cold and temperamental man in his family.
But today he had an important responsibility. After seeing clearly where Yan Liben was going, the housekeeper hurried in another direction.
After a while, Yan Liben's wife Wen Sanniang slowly came to the courtyard gate where the studio was located.
"Don't worry, madam. I see that the master's face looks much better today than the previous two days..."
"Then thank you for your hard work. Just go ahead and do your work. Leave this bowl of soup to me."
He took the soup from the butler's hand and walked slowly towards the studio, although there was an earnest smile on his face.
But she still felt a little uneasy in her heart. After all, she still knew her husband's temper very well.
At that time, I was quick to talk and agreed to use the painting "Cheng Yaojin and Liu Xiaojin to ward off evil spirits from the house" to make engravings.
She hadn't had time to discuss it with her husband, but in the past two days, her husband had looked so bad that he wouldn't tell her what was going on.
Mrs. Wen was even more afraid to speak, for fear of adding fuel to the fire. But since she was feeling better today, she had to tell the matter quickly.
Otherwise, what if the husband knows about it and gets angry after it is printed?
Although her husband has always been gentle to me and never made any noise with me. At most, he would get angry with me and go to sleep in the studio.
But as a wife, I feel uncomfortable. After all, who can not cherish such a talented husband?