The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Zhao Xian looked at Elder Zhao in a flustered manner, and turned around to give a deep salute to Cheng Chubi.

"I don't know that Young Master Cheng has a way to cure the cause."

"Yes." Cheng Chubi nodded. "Your father's condition is very clear, that is, prostate enlargement, which can now be cured with no medicine."

"The only way to do this is to remove the prostate. In this way, the previous symptoms will not reappear."

"Could it be like Master Cheng, you gave General Qin, I heard that you are going to have a laparotomy?" Zhao Xian burst into his heart.

Elder Zhao was calmer than his son, or lived a long time. Of course, he may have been tortured by the prostate too much.

"If that's the case, can it be cured?"

Seeing Elder Zhao's hopeful gaze, Cheng Chubi nodded slightly. "Cheng dare not say 100%, but at least 90% sure."

"After all, the biggest fear of surgery is that there will be accidents. If there is any chance..."

Hearing this, the people in the house calmed down and their eyes fell on the frowning old man who was thinking hard.

With enough time for a cup of tea, Elder Zhao exhaled and laughed.

"The old man is now sixty to five. After living for so many years, there is nothing left to watch."

"Rather than life as before, it's better to have a good knot and fight for it."

"Father..." Zhao Xian pounced directly and fell to his knees, looking at Elder Zhao, unable to speak.

Cheng Chubi, Sun and Yuan, the two Taoist leaders, got up and gave the space to their father and son. .

"The three don't have to be like this, it's just a matter of a few words."

Elder Zhao raised his hand and patted Zhao Xian on the shoulder with a wry smile.

"Xian'er, father is afraid of death, but even more afraid of the kind of pain that makes life worse than death, day and night."

"Father has been in business for a lifetime, earning money and losing money, and he's getting old.

Seeing that it was already at the point of losing all the games, it seemed that there was hope again. "

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Later, the specific communication between the father and son is not what Cheng Chubi and others knew.

However, with just a stick of incense, Zhao Xian, whose eyes became more and more swollen, stepped into the room and walked to Cheng Chubi to give a respectful salute.

"Master Cheng, if my father doesn't do the operation, is there really no other way?"

"No, now you have a urinary tube on your dad, just to relieve the pain for a while, but if the infection does occur, I am afraid that your dad will not feel better than before."

What Cheng Chubi said is not a lie. After all, in this era of lack of antibiotics, if a urinary tract infection is really going to occur, he has no good solution.

Cheng Chubi returned to the house again and checked him carefully.

Decided to have a urinary tube indwelling first. Of course, I have to tell Zhao Xian to pay attention to the disinfection of his father, and what are the precautions for replacing the special urine tank.

Cheng Chubi also gave one of the few traditional Chinese medicine earth recipes he knew very little, which was still a recipe left by his grandfather.

This is the poor people in the villages. When they can't buy anti-inflammatory drugs, grandpa will ask them to take some herbal medicines according to prescriptions.

The herbs honeysuckle and dandelion in the recipe are all excellent natural broad-spectrum antibiotics.

Let Elder Zhao take it for three days first, and on the third day, Cheng Chubi will determine the date of prostatectomy for Elder Zhao based on the situation.

Next, there is the issue of the operating room and the 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. The Taoist temple in Chang'an City is still big enough and very quiet. It is most suitable for surgery and recuperation for patients."

"Furthermore, there are still a few disciples in the Poor Taoist Temple, but they can also beat Chu Bixian.

In the future, whenever a nephew needs an operation, he can come to search for poverty. "

When Cheng Chubi heard this, his eyes lit up, and he quickly got up and gave a salute to the living Sun Simiao.

"So, the little nephew will thank the aisle first."

"Actually, it's okay for the poor..."

Yuan Tiangang looked at Sun Simiao with a bit of bitterness under his long beard, and muttered softly.

Sun Simiao happily. The old **** is stalking long beards on the ground, so what can be done, at least the old way I took the lead.

In this way, it is good to have more close contact with Cheng Saburo.

His medical skills made Sun Simiao see that there was an additional solution for some patients who had no efficacy in medicine and stone.

"When did the old man go to harass the Taoist leader?" Old Zhao's gaze wandered over Cheng Chubi and Sun Simiao.

Although I have emptied my urine, I feel much more refreshed.

But the feeling that life is worse than death before, he didn't want to try again, and even wished Cheng Chubi would use his knife now.

Sun Simiao replied after thinking about it. "Mr. Zhao, the poor Dao will personally come and pick you up the next morning."

"Then there will be Master Lao and Son Lao Cheng." Elder Zhao finally smiled and saw several people intending to leave.

He had a urinary tube in his body, followed by a urinary tank. It was naturally inconvenient to leave, so he asked Li Xian to send him off in person.

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"Unexpectedly, today, the Daoists would be the first." Yuan Tiangang said towards Sun Simiao after seeing Cheng Chubi and his party leave.

"Haha... Although Poor Dao is a little older, he doesn't react slowly." Sun Simiao smiled heartily.

"What's more, Chu Bixian nephew's medical skills are indeed unique, but his mouth and his talent for painting are really..."

Hearing these words, Yuan Tiangang uttered aloud with joy.

"If there is gain, there must be loss, not to mention that he has lost his memory. In the opinion of fellow Taoists, is his heart attack better or not?"

Sun Simiao stroked his beard and pondered for a long time, but in the end he could only shook his head helplessly.

"This, poor Dao can't be sure, but Cheng Saburo doesn't have any other weirdness besides his love of nonsense, right?"

At the same time, Yan Wenwen, who had just returned to the mansion, walked directly towards the studio without paying attention, ignoring the housekeeper who was asking him for peace.

However, the butler has become accustomed to this very cold and temperamental master of his own.

But today he bears an important responsibility. After seeing Yan Liben's whereabouts clearly, the butler hurried away in the other direction.

With little effort, Yan Liben’s wife Wen Sanniang walked slowly to the front of the courtyard where the studio was located.

"Madam, don't worry, today I look at the face of the master, but it is a lot better than the previous two days..."

"Then I'll work hard for you. Go ahead and leave this bowl of soup to me."

Taking the soup from the steward's hand, he walked slowly towards the studio, although there was an ardent smile on his face.

She was still a little nervous, after all, she knew her husband's temper very well.

At that time, I was quick to talk, and agreed with my eldest sister to take the picture of "Cheng Yaojin and Liu Xiaojin Town House Extinguishing Evil" to do engraving.

She hadn't had time to discuss with her husband, but two days ago, her husband's face was stinking, and she didn't ask what was the matter.

Wen was even more afraid to speak, for fear of adding fuel to the fire. But since it's better today, I have to quickly tell the story.

Otherwise, wait until it is printed, what if the husband knows that he gets angry?

Although the husband has always treated himself tenderly, he never quarreled with himself. At most, I had a temper with myself and went to sleep in the studio.

But being a wife doesn’t feel good in my heart. After all, who can not cherish such a talented husband?