Feng Qingshu nodded and said: "When my mother was young, she sold fried dough sticks for more than ten years, and she was constantly dealing with oil smoke, and..."
After talking about it, Feng Qingshu's expression changed obviously and he looked towards his kitchen.
Feng Qing also looked at the location of the kitchen and said in a deep voice: "Because she has been selling fried dough sticks in her early years, my wife has a hobby, that is, she likes to smell oil fumes.
In recent years, when she was cooking at home, she would not turn on the range hood at all, and would usually just open the window at most."
Yan Yusheng nodded lightly and said: "That's right. She has been inhaling oil fumes all year round, and the oil fumes have soaked her lungs. Even washing her lungs in the hospital will not help. She can't blame those experts and professors for not having good treatment methods."
When Feng Qing saw that Yan Yusheng had found the root cause at once, a bit of hope arose in his eyes, and his attitude became much better. He asked anxiously: "Old sir, can you cure my wife's disease?"
Yan Yusheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Then I can't say for sure. No matter whether it can be cured or not, you have to let me see the patient first. Otherwise, how can I know whether it can be cured?"
"Yes, yes!" Feng Qing nodded repeatedly and said ashamedly: "I'm really sorry, I misunderstood the old gentleman at first.
I also asked the old gentleman to come into the house and look at my wife. If she can be cured, I am willing to do my best and pay the old gentleman a considerable reward as a thank you."
Yan Yusheng waved his hand and said: "Doctors are kind-hearted, but if you want to thank me, you should thank my husband. It was he who summoned me to treat your wife."
Because of the relationship between Sansheng Sanshicao, Yan Yusheng has now made up his mind to hang out with Han Jiulin, so he also imitates others and calls him Mr. Han Jiulin.
When Feng Qing saw that Mr. Yan Yusheng, an old man, actually called Han Jiulin, a young man, Mr., he couldn't help but feel stunned. He was speechless for a while and didn't know how to thank Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin smiled faintly and said: "Uncle, don't be polite, let Mr. Yan diagnose my aunt first."
"Okay, okay." Feng Qing nodded with a smile, couldn't wait to open the bedroom door, and invited Yan Yusheng in.
Feng Qingshu's eyes showed hope and he followed in.
The bedroom was not big, so Han Jiulin did not follow him to join in the fun. He sat down next to the sofa and looked at the situation inside through the bedroom door.
In the bedroom, Feng's mother was lying on the bed. Her skin was unhealthy, dark and skinny, and she looked in poor condition.
However, Feng's mother was still conscious. She had heard the noise outside just now. When she saw Yan Yusheng entering, she struggled to sit up and said politely: "Ahem, trouble, please, old gentleman, cough!"
It seemed that whenever she spoke, her lungs would feel very uncomfortable and she couldn't help but cough.
Yan Yusheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop talking and lie down."
Feng Qing stepped forward and helped Feng's mother lie down, with a look of concern on his face.
Yan Yusheng came to the bed and sat down. He asked Feng's mother to stretch out her hand and took her pulse. Then he asked Feng's mother to stick out her tongue and looked at her tongue.
Opening the canvas bag, he took out the acupuncture box and pulled out a finger-long silver needle. Yan Yusheng said, "I'm going to give you a needle in your chest now. It may hurt a little, please bear with it."
Mother Feng nodded as she was told.
Yan Yusheng said to Feng Qingshu: "Unbutton your mother's top."
Han Jiulin saw this from outside, stood up, turned his back, and came to the balcony, watching the children playing in the community outside.
After a while, I heard a series of exclamations coming from the bedroom.
Feng Qingshu and Feng Qing asked almost in unison: "What is this?"
At the place where Yan Yusheng inserted the needle, a trace of dark liquid gradually oozed out from Feng's mother's skin, which looked very disgusting.
Yan Yusheng said with a serious face: "Your wife's illness is indeed caused by excessive inhalation of oil fumes, and the condition is much more serious than I expected."
When the Feng family heard this, their faces turned ugly.
Feng Qing asked anxiously: "Old sir, can it still be cured?"
Yan Yusheng pondered for a moment and said: "If your lady's condition can be milder, I can use acupuncture and medicine to drain the black grease from her lungs.
But the current condition of her lungs is much more serious than I expected. My method can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and cannot achieve a complete cure.
If your wife's condition is delayed for another three to five months, it is very likely that it will become malignant and become an incurable late-stage lung cancer. It is also very possible."
Feng Qing and Feng Qingshu felt like the sky was falling for a moment, and they all shed tears.
A dim light flashed in Feng's mother's eyes, and she forced a smile and said: "If it can't be cured, then it can't be cured. Small illnesses depend on doctors, serious illnesses depend on God. It's better to die early. I don't want to burden people anymore."
Seeing this, Yan Yusheng waved his hands helplessly and said, "I didn't say there is no cure at all. Don't get excited."
"Ah?" The expressions of Feng Qing and the three of them were all stagnant. If it weren't for the fact that Yan Yusheng was older and now it was obvious that his family was asking for help from others, they would have wanted to scold their mother.
At the same time, Feng Qing also had a suspicion in his heart, and suddenly felt that Yan Yusheng was trying to trick them, first by saying that it couldn't be cured, and then by saying how difficult it was to cure the disease himself, so that he could take the opportunity to ask for more medical fees?
Yan Yu has lived for more than a hundred years, and he couldn't tell what Feng Qing was thinking. He smiled lightly and said: "If you want to cure your lady's illness, my husband will have to take action. You'd better go and invite him in first."
"Han Jiulin?" Feng Qingshu was stunned, thinking he heard wrongly.
Yan Yusheng nodded and said: "Yes, that's him. If he is willing to help, I am 99% sure that I can completely cure your mother's illness."
Feng Qing came back to his senses, pulled Feng Qingshu, ran out of the bedroom, and said to Han Jiulin: "Well...Mr. Han, Mr. Yan said that he wants to cure my wife's disease and needs your help."
Feng Qingshu also looked at Han Jiulin expectantly.
Han Jiulin had already heard what Yan Yusheng said. He smiled and nodded and said, "I heard it all. Don't worry, since Mr. Yan can say this, my aunt's illness should be no serious problem."
Hearing what Han Jiulin said, Feng Qing couldn't tell that Han Jiulin agreed to help without any hesitation, and he couldn't help but be excited for a moment.
Feng Qingshu was also moved to tears and said, "Jilin, thank you so much."
Han Jiulin smiled faintly and said, "Don't be in a hurry to say thank you, wait until your aunt is cured."
Arriving in the bedroom, Yan Yusheng said to Han Jiulin: "Her condition is too serious. Conventional acupuncture methods cannot effectively clean out the oil in her lungs. I need to use your Qi control method."
Han Jiulin had already guessed Yan Yusheng's treatment method. The two had cooperated before and had some experience, so he nodded and said: "I will follow your instructions and I will fully cooperate."
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