It's just that his illness is very strange. He has no symptoms such as fever, and there is no pain or itching on his body.
Apart from having no energy and only wanting to sleep, appearing to be in a daze, losing appetite, and becoming increasingly thin, there was nothing else wrong with him.
This is also what gives Han Cheng the most headache and worry.
He is not even a half-qualified doctor. At best, he only knows some basic common sense. He has some methods for treating common headaches, fever, and trauma. For other diseases, he really has no method at all.
Diseases such as headaches and brain fever are not so scary. What is scary is the invisible and intangible diseases.
Han Cheng was very worried. What he feared most was that people who had not been sick all year round would suddenly get sick.
In later generations, he had seen many such things. People who often had headaches and brain fever and soaked them in medicine jars were generally able to endure it very well, and were often able to turn the crisis around.
On the contrary, those who are very healthy and don’t get sick often are often caught off guard once they get sick...
Compared to Han Cheng's worry, the second senior brother was much more calm. He didn't think he was sick, he just felt that he didn't sleep enough, and he would be fine when he did.
Han Cheng, however, did not let him sleep any longer and asked him to wander around for a while.
People are like this sometimes. The more they rest, the more sleepy they become.
When facing the second senior brother, Han Cheng acted very relaxedly, saying that the second senior brother was nothing serious and that he would be fine after a while.
Coming from later generations, he knows how much psychological suggestion affects people.
What should I do? What should I do?
Han Cheng sat alone in the room, scratching his hair with his hands.
Ever since he came out of the coke shell, he had never felt so powerless.
Whether it is building walls, burning coal, or copper and iron that have completely disappeared until now, although it will make him find it difficult, it will not make him lose his fighting spirit.
But at this time, facing his second senior brother who was getting thinner and thinner day by day, Han Cheng had no way to do anything.
"Squeak!"
There was a soft knock on the wooden door, and the witch came in from the outside.
Han Cheng immediately put down the hand that was scratching his head, quickly adjusted his posture, and pretended to be nonchalant.
He is the only one who knows that the second senior brother may be terminally ill and may not die soon. He has never told anyone, not even witches.
"witch."
Han Cheng showed a nonchalant smile and greeted Wu.
Wu Ye smiled, then walked to sit opposite Han Cheng, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Wu, what's the matter?"
When Han Cheng saw Wu's appearance, he asked.
Wu raised his head, and after a while he said: "Son of God, Second...Second Senior Brother, is he really okay?"
The voice seemed low.
Han Cheng's heart sank slightly. Wu was very smart and had already noticed something was wrong.
"fine."
Han Cheng pretended to be relaxed.
"He was just too tired before. Eat more good food and rest for a while and he will be fine."
Wu's expression did not lighten up because of Han Cheng's words. He lowered his head again, lowered his voice, paused for a while and said: "Son of God, just say it..."
Seeing that the witch had completely guessed it, Han Cheng thought about it and stopped hiding it, telling the witch all his guesses.
He had been holding these things in his mind for several days. He originally thought he could handle them, but now that he told Wu this, he could no longer hold back his emotions.
"Son of God, it's okay..."
Later, it was Wu who comforted Han Cheng.
After telling Wu this matter, Han Cheng felt a lot more relaxed, much more comfortable than holding it in his heart alone.
Han Cheng calmed down and went out. Wu sat here motionless for a while, and then let out a long sigh.
Although he has seen a lot of death, he still feels uncomfortable when it comes to this time, especially when the person who is about to die is Second Senior Brother, a person who has a great impact on the tribe...
After putting away his weakness, Han Cheng became strong again. He didn't want to give up. This was a living life, the life of a person who had been familiar with him day and night, and he had to do his best.
Second Senior Brother's disease is in his stomach.
Today, he has lost weight everywhere except his belly.
His belly was originally quite prominent, but now it was made even more conspicuous by this effect, almost comparable to that of a woman with a big belly who had been pregnant for several months.
Under such circumstances, it is easy for people to think of the above.
Han Cheng asked the senior brother, Wu and other people in the tribe when the second senior brother's belly got bigger.
After summarizing what several people said, the news Han Cheng got was roughly as follows.
The second senior brother is bigger despite his small stature, and he is also stronger, and his belly is bigger than the average person.
But it is also within the scope of normal people.
It really started to get bigger about six or seven years ago.
Six years ago, the second senior brother's belly not only became bigger, but also his whole body became fatter.
But because he was generally fat, no one thought too deeply about it.
Even if you think deeply, there is nothing you can do. At that time, the people of the Qingque tribe were busy with food every day and had no time to care...
Han Cheng squatted in the corner, watching Bai Xuemei feeding silkworms with mulberry leaves, and thinking about what he had learned.
Based on his limited common sense, there are two most likely illnesses for the second senior brother.
One is that there is a tumor in the stomach, and the other is that there are parasites in the stomach.
Generally speaking, parasites are more likely. After all, before Han Cheng came over, the people of the Qingque tribe did not have the habit of drinking hot water.
Moreover, the food they sometimes eat is not thoroughly roasted over fire.
But if it is a parasite, the food and water given to it by the people in the tribe are basically the same, so he should not be the only one with a big belly.
Han Cheng thought like this, and then smiled bitterly, as if he had no way to solve it whether it was a parasite or a tumor.
You can't cut open your stomach and take out the items inside, right?
He didn’t know the formula for the insecticide that was common in later generations.
The only medicine that the entire Qingque tribe can call now is Bupleurum, which is of no use to this symptom.
Han Chengcheng regretted that he was not a doctor in later generations. If he had known more medical knowledge, he would not have been so helpless.
Because of his second senior brother's illness, Han Cheng has not been in much mood to do anything else for a while and always feels confused.
The expected stone hoe or bone hoe was just opened and then discarded.
The second senior brother became even less energetic, he was in a daze, and his eyes were a little straight when he looked at people.
If things continue to develop like this, there won't be many good days.
