socalfunplaces Chapter 61 Arriving in the Province in Dust and Sight, Heading Straight to the Dilapidated House
Chapter 61 Arriving in the Province in Dust and Sight, Heading Straight to the Dilapidated House
Chapter 61 Arriving in the Province in Dust and Sight, Heading Straight to the Dilapidated House
I. Iron cavalry arrives in the provincial capital amidst dust and wind.
Chen Shanhe gripped the handlebars of his Harley, the roar of his motorcycle echoing through the streets.
After a long and dusty journey, the car carrying Su Wanjing steadily entered the provincial capital's main road.
Murong Fangxiang had been waiting at the entrance to the city, and her car was parked steadily on the side of the road.
She spotted the approaching heavy motorcycle and immediately strode over to it.
Murong Fangxiang spoke urgently, not daring to delay for even a moment.
"Shanhe, Wanjing, you've finally arrived!"
"Don't rush to settle them in and let them rest. I have an elderly person on my side who is critically ill!"
"A long-standing chronic illness suddenly flared up acutely, and even the most renowned doctors in the provincial capital were helpless!"
"I had no other choice but to wait here for you to arrive!"
Su Wanjing gently grasped Chen Shanhe's sleeve, her expression calm and serene, silently looking at the person beside her.
Chen Shanhe locked his motorcycle, his expression calm and composed, without a trace of panic in his eyes.
He nodded slightly, his tone crisp and decisive.
"Saving lives is the priority; we'll head over there right now."
Without exchanging a single unnecessary word, the two immediately followed Murong Fangxiang into the car and headed straight for the mansion.
Poems as proof:
The iron cavalry rode through the dust and wind to the provincial capital.
Their original intention was solely to save all living beings.
Before finding a safe place, set out on the road.
A single thought of kindness will never betray affection.
II. Sudden onset of a chronic illness, life hanging by a thread
The luxury car's engine hummed softly as it sped through the city streets and alleys, soon coming to a steady stop outside the grand and imposing mansion.
The servants entering and leaving the courtyard all walked hurriedly and held their breath, their brows furrowed. No one dared to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the patient inside.
The atmosphere in the innermost bedroom of the main house was even more heavy and somber.
An elderly man with white hair lay weakly on the bed, writhing in pain and groaning softly.
The old man's face turned ashen and purple, his lips were bloodless, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy, rapid, and laborious.
Years of accumulated lung disease have taken deep root and suddenly erupted today, with phlegm and turbidity abruptly blocking the airways, directly causing a choking crisis.
If you can't inhale or exhale, you'll die at any moment; there's no time to lose.
A dull, rattling sound of thick phlegm kept coming from my throat, and every breath I took was excruciating.
The old man's body twitched and trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his mind gradually became confused and scattered. He had long lost all his former spirit and vitality.
The old man's children, grandchildren, and younger relatives surrounded him tightly around the bed. All of them had red eyes and pale, anxious faces.
Some people clutched their phones tightly, their fingers constantly swiping and searching for contacts, repeatedly inquiring about where there were still miracle doctors and skilled healers who could cure diseases.
This family possessed immense wealth and was a prominent household in the provincial capital, enjoying a life of luxury and stability with everything going smoothly.
But now, seeing their dearest elders lying in bed suffering from illness and on the verge of death, no one can do anything about it, and all they feel is helplessness and panic.
"We've had all the top-tier specialists and renowned doctors from the provincial capital come to our door in turn to treat me, but why is there still no improvement whatsoever?"
"This chronic lung disease has plagued the old man for more than ten years. He has been treated every year, but the symptoms have always been recurring. This time, the condition has suddenly worsened and he has developed an acute illness. I'm afraid he really won't make it through this."
"As long as we can pull the old man back from the brink of death and save his life, we're willing to spend every penny we have, no matter how much money we have, without feeling any remorse!"
The room was in turmoil, everyone was heartbroken and anxious, watching helplessly as their loved ones' lives hung in the balance, unable to do anything but suffer the agonizing wait.
Poems as proof:
The old illness suddenly recurred and the condition became unbearable.
Phlegm blocks the airways, life hangs by a thread.
The children in the house were filled with anxiety and sorrow.
We can only hope that a good doctor can save us from this crisis.
Third, both elderly people were helpless in their attempts to treat the illness.
The air in the bedroom was stagnant and oppressive. Two elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors, both over fifty years old, stood side by side in front of the bed, their brows furrowed and their faces as somber as mountains.
Both are veteran doctors with four or five decades of experience in medicine. They have devoted most of their lives to traditional Chinese medicine and are highly respected in the provincial capital's TCM circles. Patients flock to them for medical consultations.
The elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor on the left placed his fingertips on the old man's wrist, concentrating intently to carefully take his pulse. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his fingers, his brows furrowing even more deeply, and let out a heavy sigh. He slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with deep helplessness and regret, his face showing a sense of frustration rarely seen in his many years of medical practice.
He turned to the side and spoke slowly to his colleague beside him, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with weariness:
"The pulse is disordered and unpredictable, indicating that the body's Qi and blood have already dissipated and declined."
"Accumulated phlegm and dampness have severely blocked the lung channels and airways, causing the functions of the internal organs to decline completely."
"I have practiced medicine for most of my life and have seen countless critical illnesses. In this perilous situation, there is really nothing I can do to reverse it."
"Now the medicine can't penetrate the internal organs at all, and ordinary acupuncture can't clear the blocked meridians. You family members should prepare for the worst as soon as possible."
Another elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, still unwilling to give up, quickly stepped forward, bent down, and accurately took the pulse again. He then repeatedly pressed the key acupoints on the old man's body and carefully observed his complexion.
He examined her repeatedly for a long time, checking her pulse again and again. In the end, he could only slowly lower his arm, shake his head and smile bitterly, feeling utterly helpless.
"What this old colleague said is absolutely true. The old man's life force is almost gone, and there is really nothing we can do."
"Famous doctors and top-tier specialists from all over the provincial capital have been taking turns to treat patients, but they can only temporarily relieve the pain and cannot eradicate the root cause of the disease."
Now that the old illness has suddenly worsened and an acute illness has broken out, even if other people are called in, it is difficult to have any chance of bringing the patient back to life.
Upon hearing these words, the family members in the room turned deathly pale, and all their hopes were shattered.
A loved one lies dying in bed, and everyone can only watch helplessly as their life slips away. This heart-wrenching grief grips everyone's heart.
Poems as proof:
Having practiced medicine for half a lifetime, I have come to understand the art of traditional Chinese medicine.
A stubborn ailment is hard to cure, causing silent suffering.
The two old men shook their heads and gave up.
The hall was filled with sorrow and coldness.
IV. Rural Youths Being Looked Down Upon
Everyone in the room was immersed in despair and grief; people were filled with anxiety and gloom.
Just then, Murong Fangxiang led Chen Shanhe and Su Wanjing steadily into the bedroom.
Chen Shanhe was dressed in simple, coarse cloth clothes, covered in dust from his long journey, but his features were clean and calm, and his appearance was unremarkable.
All the family members in the room turned their attention to Chen Shanhe instantly.
The crowd scanned him up and down, their brows furrowing, their eyes instantly revealing disdain and deep distrust.
The patriarch of the wealthy family, who was in charge of the family affairs, frowned and immediately stepped forward. His face was cold and serious, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression.
He turned his head and looked sharply at Murong Fangxiang, his tone stiff, full of incomprehension and questioning.
"Fang Xiang, our whole family is frantic with worry, we've been seeking medical help everywhere!"
"The miracle doctor you specially invited from the countryside to save your life is just this young upstart?"
"Many renowned doctors in the provincial capital, with their white hair and decades of experience, are helpless against these critical and intractable diseases. What skills could a young man from the countryside possibly possess?"
A family member standing nearby immediately sneered, his lips curled in mockery, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
"Judging by his appearance, he's probably only in his early twenties; just a greenhorn from the countryside!"
If you can't even fully understand the properties of medicine and pulse diagnosis, how can you possibly know any profound ways to treat and save lives?
"Both of these senior doctors, with their forty or fifty years of experience, had declared the patient beyond saving. How could he possibly bring them back to life? It's utterly absurd!"
The two elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors who had just finished their consultations also slowly raised their eyes to look at Chen Shanhe.
The two glanced at each other briefly, then shook their heads and looked at each other with indifferent and distant eyes, harboring no hope whatsoever.
In everyone's eyes, this simple young man from the countryside was young, inexperienced, and had no reputation or background.
It's simply impossible for them to compare with the veteran doctors in the provincial capital who have been cultivating their medical skills for decades.
Prejudice abounded, doubts rose and fell, and words of obstruction came one after another.
A strong sense of distrust and contempt instantly enveloped the entire bedroom.
Poems as proof:
A commoner boy enters a grand hall.
Covered in dust and grime, he attracted much gossip and criticism.
People don't recognize true medical skills.
Judging virtue solely by appearance.