And when the three of them heard what happened to Shi Jin and others, they were even more surprised.
So, he quickly invited everyone to go up the mountain.
But these three people always looked at Shi Jin with a hint of regret.
This couldn't help but make Shi Jin's heart filled with doubts.
When everyone sat down at the table, Shi Jin finally couldn't hold it any longer.
And when Shi Jin expressed his doubts, he received news that made him overwhelmed.
Shi Jin's father, Mrs. Shi, has become increasingly ill since he left home last time.
To this day, there is almost only one breath left.
The reason is to see Shi Jin again before he comes back.
This news was like a bolt from the blue for Shi Jin.
Then, after hurriedly bidding farewell to everyone present, he ran towards the back mountain.
Everyone in the hall lost interest in continuing to drink after seeing how Shi Jin looked when he left.
At this time, Wu Zhi suddenly remembered that before they left Beijing, he was still in the system and had learned a set of intermediate medical skills.
At this moment, seeing Shi Jin getting involved in such a thing, I couldn't help but want to go over and take a look.
When Wu Zhi, accompanied by Yang Chun and Chen Da, came to the house where Taigong Shi lived in Houshan.
At this time, he saw Shi Jin, kneeling in front of the bed with a sad face, and on the bed, lying on the bed, Shi Taigong with a sick face.
At the same time, sitting next to these two people was a middle-aged man dressed as a doctor.
But I saw this man wearing a black melon-skin hat on his head.
His face is full of flesh and his eyebrows are light.
A pair of triangular eyes are slightly cloudy, but they reveal shrewdness and cunning all the time.
Under the nose is a carefully trimmed mustache.
The whole body is made of silk and satin, which is very noble.
Just when Wu Zhi guessed the identity of this person, Shi Jin's helpless voice came to his ears.
"Divine Doctor Zhao, is my father's illness really incurable?"
"Did you cure my father's previous illnesses?"
"Why this time, this time..."
As Shi Jin spoke, he gradually swallowed more.
Although this Shi Jin is also an upright man.
But seeing his loved one dying, he was unable to save him.
This kind of helpless feeling is really not something that ordinary people can bear.
At this time, the middle-aged man sitting next to him with a melon-skin hat on his head touched his mustache with a sad expression on his face, and then slowly shook his head.
"In the past, Mr. Shi's condition was relatively mild. Although it was a bit difficult for me to treat him, it was still within my capabilities."
"But today, the old lady's condition is completely different from the past."
"The condition is not only serious, but also very urgent. If we continue to use the previous treatment methods, it will definitely not be effective."
"I have tried my best, but now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing I can do."
"Unless, unless..."
As Dr. Zhao spoke, his speaking speed slowed down.
Then his triangular eyes shining with strange colors kept scanning Shi Jin's body.
And Shi Jin, who was kneeling in front of Shi Taigong, suddenly felt happy when he heard the tone of Doctor Zhao.
At this moment, it was as if I had grasped a life-saving straw.
Then, he suddenly stood up from the ground and quickly came to the side of Divine Doctor Zhao.
His eyes were full of hope as he looked at Divine Doctor Zhao.
"Divine Doctor Zhao, I knew you would still be able to find a way."
"Don't worry, as long as I can do it, I will definitely follow your instructions."
"As long as you can pull my father back from that hell gate."
Doctor Zhao looked at Shi Jin's extremely eager expression, lowered his head and pondered for a while.
Then, he said calmly:
"Now that things have happened, although I still have a way to save your father, the cost is really too much. I'm afraid you..."
As soon as Divine Doctor Zhao finished speaking, Shi Jin hurriedly responded:
"Divine Doctor Zhao, how many taels of silver do you need? It doesn't matter. As long as I, Shi Jin, can raise it, I will definitely raise it for you."
"I just ask Divine Doctor Zhao to save my father's life."
Shi Jin said that and bowed to the miracle doctor Zhao.
And Wu Zhi was not idle at the moment.
Ever since he learned the intermediate medical skills in the system, he has developed a strong interest in this medical skill.
At this time, when I saw Old Mrs. Shi lying on the bed, he had a very bad look on his face, and his breathing was intermittent, which was very laborious.
Immediately, I thought of this symptom, which seemed to be similar to the symptoms described in the intermediate medical skills.
Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly came to Old Mrs. Shi and diagnosed his pulse.
At the same time, he was still looking at Old Mrs. Shi's face.
While listening to Old Master Shi's breathing attentively, he also had some concerns in his mind.
And that Divine Doctor Zhao, after pondering for a moment, slowly stretched out five fingers towards Shi Jin.
After Shi Jin looked at it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the simple knife standing by the wall, put on his clothes and planned to leave.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Dr. Zhao.
"Shi Dalang, Shi Dalang, where are you going?"
Shi Jin paused, then turned his head suddenly.
"I am going to raise some silver taels for Divine Doctor Zhao. Although the five hundred taels of silver are not much, given my family's current situation, it is really not easy to come up with it."
"But in order to save my father's life, we had to resort to some extraordinary measures."
But as soon as Shi Jin finished speaking, Divine Doctor Zhao who was sitting beside him shook his head with helplessness on his face.
"Shi Dalang, you misunderstood me."
"I just extended my five fingers to you, and what I asked for was not five hundred taels, but five thousand taels of silver!"
As soon as these words came out, Shi Jin, who had just walked out of the room, was shocked and stunned.
Then, he suddenly turned around and came to Divine Doctor Zhao with an extremely anxious expression.
"Divine Doctor Zhao, in the past, when you treated my father, the money you received was only tens or hundreds of taels, and the most you received was only three or four hundred taels."
"How come this time, it costs so much five thousand taels all of a sudden?"
"this……"
Shi Jin was about to say more, but unexpectedly he was interrupted by the miracle doctor Zhao.
"Your father's illness has never been as serious as this time before."
"Don't get distracted. This is not what I want, but buying those medicinal materials requires so much silver."
"If I don't have money, I can't do anything about Mr. Shi's illness."
After saying that, he took his medicine box from the chair next to him, put it on his back and planned to go out.
He performed this set of movements extremely skillfully, and there was not a trace of sloppiness in the whole process.