Uncle Yan is only fifty-four years old this year, which is not too old. He can even be said to be still in his prime.
Although the real estate market has not been particularly good in the past few years, that was after he came back to serve as the village director. Before that, his real estate business in Yangcheng had been booming. It was a bit exaggerated to say that he was making a lot of money every day, but it was a bit exaggerated.
It's anywhere from 30 to 50 million a year.
If that's the case, why did he retire early?
There is an old saying in Yangcheng that goes like this: No one with hair wants to have dysentery! On the surface, it probably means that if you have hair, you will never go bald, but in fact, it means you are helpless.
Yes, the reason why Uncle Yan returned to his hometown was just out of helplessness!
He is sick, and his illness is not serious!
It's just that he never said what kind of illness he had, and no one else knew about it. Even Wu Renyao, who drank tea and played chess with him from time to time, didn't know very well, but he knew that Uncle Yan was indeed sick because he saw it with his own eyes.
Uncle Yan's body is getting thinner and thinner every year, and his health is getting worse every year.
At this moment, Wu Renyao heard that Uncle Yan said that he wanted Lin Hao to see a doctor. After enduring it for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Uncle Yan, what disease do you have?"
Yan Bo said: "Old Wu, I'm really sorry. I should have told you about my illness a long time ago, but..."
Wu Renyao said very self-awarely: "But you think my medical skills are too sloppy and it's useless to say it, right?"
"That's not the case!" Uncle Yan shook his head and said, "My disease is not an ordinary disease. Doctors in big hospitals can't do anything about it. How can you possibly do something about it?"
Wu Renyao smiled bitterly, doesn't this still mean the same thing?
Lin Hao, who had been waiting next to him, saw that the two of them were chatting endlessly, and interrupted somewhat impatiently: "Uncle Yan, if you really want me to see it, then come over here."
Lin Hao didn't say the rest of the words, but everyone could hear it. If you didn't want me to see it, I would have just stayed away!
Uncle Yan didn't say anything, walked to the consultation table, sat down, and stretched his hand in front of Lin Hao.
Lin Hao did not feel his pulse immediately, but looked at him carefully.
Western medicine pays attention to sight, touch, percussion, and hearing, while Chinese medicine pays attention to sight, hearing, inquiry, and sensation. However, both Chinese medicine and Western medicine are inseparable from seeing, observing and evaluating with the eyes.
After looking at it, Lin Hao found that Uncle Yan was not as thin as usual. His cheekbones were slightly protruding, his eye sockets were sunken, his entire face was a little yellow, and there was a hint of pain in his brows.
After having an initial impression of the patient, he began to feel the pulse, stretched out his hand to touch Uncle Yan's pulse, and then closed his eyes. However, as time went by, his brows became more and more frowned.
When he finally let go of his hand, he did not immediately tell the diagnosis as before. Instead, he began to conduct a physical examination. He asked Uncle Yan to lie down on the newly purchased examination bed, which was the massage bed with holes, and carefully
Perform an examination of all parts of the body, especially the abdomen.
It is so complicated. It is obvious that this disease is really not an ordinary disease as Uncle Yan himself said.
"Uncle Yan!" After the examination, Lin Hao asked Uncle Yan to sit back and then began to inquire: "Did your weight loss occur within two or three years?"
"Yes!" Uncle Yan sighed: "Before I returned to my hometown, I weighed 160 pounds, but now I only weigh 105 pounds, and the weight is still falling."
"In addition to losing weight, do you sometimes experience chills and fever?" Lin Hao asked again.
"Yes!" Uncle Yan's expression lit up, and he nodded hurriedly: "When it's cold, the body can't help but sway, as if it's frozen and uncomfortable. When it's hot, the temperature is not only high, but also difficult to retreat. After a while, it will
This happens over and over again, and it’s very torturous.”
"Do you feel restless when sleeping at night? You wake up from time to time, sometimes you grind your teeth, and sometimes you even scream!"
Uncle Yan's eyes brightened and he nodded quickly, "Although I don't know it myself, my wife said this, saying that sometimes I would sleep well in the middle of the night and suddenly twitch and shout, which would often wake her up!"
Lin Hao asked again: "Has the hospital diagnosed you with liver disease, um, or liver cancer?"
"Yes!" Uncle Yan nodded, his expression became gloomy again, and there was a look of despair in his eyes. He stood up and walked out, took out a stack of medical records from the glove compartment of the car, and handed it to Lin Hao when he came back, "
This is my medical record, and the diagnosis written above is highly suspected of hepatitis C. I didn’t know what Ca meant, but after asking someone about it, I found out that Ca means cancer!”
Wu Ruolan lost her voice after hearing this: "Uncle Yan, do you have liver cancer?"
Uncle Yan gave a desperate forced smile, and although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, he still nodded.
Lin Hao didn't say anything. He just looked through his cases and found that the B-ultrasound report described a high-density shadow of 3.0X2.0CM in the liver area, which looked like a space-occupying lesion. And space-occupying lesions often
It means tumor. But he also noticed that the date on the report was more than two years ago, so he asked: "Where are the inspection reports in the past two years?"
"Ever since I went to the hospital that time and found out I had liver cancer, I came back here and never went to the hospital again. If I felt any discomfort, I would just make some medicine myself." Uncle Yan said.
Then he added self-deprecatingly: "A long-term illness can lead to a cure!"
Lin Hao shook his head, "Uncle Yan, you are acting recklessly!"
Uncle Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Having this kind of disease is like having one foot in the gate of hell. When the other foot goes in, something may happen at any time. Others have said that if you have cancer, other than surgery,
It’s chemotherapy, not to mention surgery. Chemotherapy will cause hair loss, vomiting, weakness, and make life worse than death. I can’t bear the pain. Instead of being tortured to death, I might as well go home and be safe.
Waiting for death in peace and contentment!"
Lin Hao shook his head again, but this time he said nothing, because this is undoubtedly the typical psychology of cancer patients: escaping reality!
Seeing that Lin Hao didn't speak and just looked at himself, Uncle Yan took back the case book and sighed: "Dr. Lin, I know that no one can do anything about my illness. It doesn't matter, you don't have to be embarrassed. I have accepted it a long time ago.
This is a fact.”
Lin Hao shook his head again, and then asked: "Uncle Yan, if I heard you correctly, you said that if I cured your disease, you would be willing to give me one million, not to mention one hundred thousand?"
Uncle Yan looked at him doubtfully, then nodded and said: "If you can really cure me, I will certainly give you one million!"
Wu Ruolan opened her eyes wide, and Wu Renyao's eyes opened even wider, as if he saw a pile of gold in front of his eyes.
Seeing the two people so surprised, Uncle Yan shook his head and said: "Money is just something external to the body. If you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. If a person dies, no matter how much money it is, it's useless! Compared with a life, one million is nothing."
What? Worse than shit!"
Lin Hao still shook his head, "Uncle Yan, if I really cure you, I don't want your one million!"
Uncle Yan asked almost subconsciously: "Then what do you want?"
Lin Hao said: "I want those eight money turtles you raised!"
Uncle Yan was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Lin Hao and said with a smile: "You guys are really smart. Although my eight money turtles are female, each of them has begun to lay eggs and can be used as breeding turtles. Each of them has two eggs."
More than 100,000, even more than 1 million! But if you can really cure my disease, why not give you all eight money turtles. When I bought them, I was going to make soup and eat meat."
Wu Ruolan and Wu Renyao were shocked and lost their voices: "Making soup and eating meat?"
Uncle Yan nodded, "I saw on the news that a man who had cancer was about to die a long time ago, but he ate turtle meat and drank snake soup and lived for nearly twenty years longer! So after I returned to the countryside, I also
I ate a lot of turtles and snakes, but they were all ordinary species raised by others. These eight golden turtles were bought for me by my son, and they were still wild. When I bought them back, they had not started laying eggs yet, but
It costs hundreds of thousands, and now that they have started laying eggs, they are even more valuable. How can I be willing to eat them! But I have eaten a lot of turtle eggs... and they can’t be hatched anyway."
Only then did the three of them suddenly realize, and secretly sighed in their hearts: If you have money, you are really willful!
Lin Hao said: "Uncle Yan, fortunately you didn't eat them, otherwise you would have eaten them in vain!"
Uncle Yan frowned and said angrily: "You call me an idiot?"
Lin Hao sweated, shook his head and said, "I mean if you eat them, it won't help your disease at all!"
Uncle Yan: "Huh?"
Lin Hao waved his hand and said: "Let's not talk about it for now. Let me ask you, if I cure this disease for you, can you make a deal if you give me the eight money turtles?"
Uncle Yan asked: "Can you really cure my disease?"
Lin Hao nodded and said: "Of course!"
Uncle Yan still said in disbelief: "Boy, please understand, what I have is not hepatitis, but liver cancer!"
Lin Hao said: "I know better than you what disease you have. You don't need to say anything else. Just tell me whether it can be done?"
Uncle Yan decided without thinking: "If you can really cure it, of course there is no problem. All eight money turtles will be given to you!"
"Okay, great, hahahaha!" Lin Hao laughed, as if the eight money turtles belonged to him.
Father Yan and Wu Renyao were puzzled, looking at him as if he was insane.
Wu Ruolan quickly pulled Lin Hao, and seeing that he was still laughing with his mouth open, she reached out and gently slapped his mouth, stopped him, and then whispered: "Lin Hao, this is not the case.
Just kidding. How sure are you? You have to know that Uncle Yan is the village director. He has great prestige and power in the village. If you mess up this matter and piss him off, we will think about it in the future.
I’m afraid I can’t even keep you here!”
Lin Hao slapped his chest loudly and said: "Sister, don't worry. Although I, Lin Hao, are a bit arrogant, I never fight a battle that I am not sure of. If I say I can do it, I will definitely be able to do it!"
Wu Ruolan said: "This..."
Lin Hao said: "What? My sister still has no confidence in me?"
Wu Ruolan said: "I..."
Lin Hao thought for a while and said: "Sister, how about this? Let's make a bet. If I don't cure Uncle Yan, I will work for you for nothing. I don't want the salary, just give me a meal!"
"
Wu Ruolan said angrily and funny: "Then what if you are cured?"
Lin Hao pointed to his cheek, "Then kiss me as a reward!"
"It's a deal, I'll bet you!" Just when Wu Ruolan was about to say "Don't even think about it," Wu Renyao had already agreed loudly...
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