Zhao Xian looked at Old Man Zhao with some flusteredness, turned around and bowed deeply to Cheng Chubi.

"I don't know if Cheng Gongzi can have a way to cure the root cause."

"Yes." Cheng Chubi nodded. "Your father's condition is very clear, that is, the prostate is enlarged, and now it can not be cured by the work of medicinal stones."

"The only way to do this is to remove the prostate, so that the previous symptoms will not appear again."

"Could it be like Cheng Gongzi, you gave General Qin, I heard that you are going to open your chest and disembowel?" Zhao Xian's heart beat a drum.

Old Man Zhao is calmer than his son, or he has lived longer, of course, maybe he was tortured by this prostate too painfully.

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

Seeing Old Man Zhao's expectant gaze, Cheng Chubi bowed slightly. "Cheng doesn't dare to say 100 percent, but at least 90 percent sure."

"After all, the most fearful thing about surgery is that there will be an accident, if there is a ......"

Hearing this, the people in the room fell silent, and their eyes fell on the frowning old man Zhao.

With enough tea, Old Man Zhao let out a mouthful of turbidity and smiled.

"The old man is now sixty-five, and after living for so many years, there is nothing else to see."

"It's better to die than to live like before, it's better to tie the knot and fight."

"Daddy......" Zhao Xian directly threw himself on his knees and fell to the ground, looking at Old Man Zhao, he was speechless.

Cheng Chubi, Sun and Yuan, the two Taoist chiefs, got up and handed over the space to their father and son.

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

Old Man Zhao raised his hand and gently patted Zhao Xian's shoulder with a wry smile.

"Xian'er, my father is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of the pain that there is no day and night, which makes life worse than death."

"Dad has been in business all his life, there are profits and losses, and he is getting old.

Seeing that it was already a complete loss, but it seemed that there was hope. ”

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Later, the specific father and son communicated like this, which was not known to Cheng Chubi and others.

However, after about a pillar of incense, Zhao Xian, whose eyes were becoming more and more red and swollen, walked into the room, walked to Cheng Chubi and respectfully bowed.

"Cheng Gongzi, if my father doesn't do that surgery, is there really no other way?"

"No, now I put a urinary catheter on your father, just to relieve the pain for a while, but if there is really an infection, I'm afraid your father will not feel better than before."

What Cheng Chubi said was not a lie, after all, in this era of lack of antibiotics, there is really no good way to have a urinary tract infection.

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

decided to carry out urethral catheter indwelling first, of course, he had to ask 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 Chinese medicine earthworks he knew, which was still the recipe left by his grandfather.

This is those poor families in the village, when they can't buy anti-inflammatory drugs, grandpa will let them pick some herbs according to the prescription to take them.

And these herbs in the recipe, honeysuckle, dandelion, etc., are excellent natural broad-spectrum antibiotics.

Let the old man Zhao take it for three days first, and on the third day, Cheng Chubi will determine the date for the old man Zhao to undergo prostatectomy according to the situation.

Next, there is the problem of the operating room and the ward, at this time, Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao's eyes lit up.

However, the older Sun Simiao was the first to speak.

"This matter is simple, and the Taoist temple territory in Chang'an City is still large enough, and it is also very quiet, which is most suitable for surgery and patient recuperation."

"And in the poor Taoist temple, there are still a few disciples, who can also give a beating to the.

In the future, if you need surgery, you can come to find a way to be poor. ”

Cheng Chubi heard this, but his eyes lit up, and he quickly got up and saluted the lively ** Sun Simiao.

"In this way, the little nephew will thank the aisle chief first."

"Actually, it's okay to be poor there......"

Yuan Tiangang looked at Sun Simiao with some resentment on his long beard, and muttered quietly.

Sun Simiao was happy. The old god is on the ground with a long beard, so what, at least I have the first place.

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

His medical Tao made Sun Simiao see that there was one more solution for some patients who had failed to use medicinal stones.

"When did the old man go over to bother the Dao Chief?" Old Man Zhao's gaze wandered on Cheng Chubi and Sun Simiao.

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

But the feeling that life was worse than death before, he didn't want to try again, and even wanted Cheng Chubi to use the knife for him now.

Sun Simiao replied after thinking about it. "Mr. Zhao, in the morning after tomorrow, Poor Dao will personally come to pick you up."

"Then there is Lao Daochang, and there is Lao Chenggong." Old Man Zhao finally smiled, and saw that several people wanted to leave.

He had a urine tube inserted in his body, followed by a urine tank, so it was naturally inconvenient to leave, so he asked Li Xian to send it in person.

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"I didn't expect that today, I let Daoyou take the lead." After Yuan Tiangang saw Cheng Chubi and his party leave, he said to Sun Simiao.

"Haha...... Although Poor Dao is older, he is not slow to respond. Sun Simiao smiled heartily.

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

Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang directly burst out happy.

"There are gains and losses, not to mention that he has lost his memory. According to Daoyou's opinion, is his heart loss better or not? ”

Sun Simiao stroked his beard and pondered for a long time, but finally could only shake his head helplessly.

"This, the poor road can't be determined, but Cheng Saburo doesn't have any other weirdness except for liking gibberish, right?"

At the same time, Yan Wenwen, who had just returned to the mansion, walked straight towards the studio without paying attention to the butler who was asking for his peace.

However, for his own very cold and temperamental master, the housekeeper has become accustomed to it.

But today he had an important responsibility, and after seeing Yan Liben's whereabouts clearly, the housekeeper hurried in another direction.

After a short period of effort, Yan Liben's wife Wen Sanniang slowly came to the gate of the courtyard where the studio was located.

"Madam, don't worry, I look at the old man's face today, but it is much better than the previous two days......"

"Then it's hard for you, you go and get busy, and I'll send this bowl of soup."

He took the soup from the butler's hand and walked slowly towards the studio, although he had a sincere smile on his face.

But she was still a little apprehensive in her heart, after all, she was still very clear about her husband's temper.

At that time, I was quick to talk, and I agreed to allow my eldest sister to take the "Cheng Biting Gold and Liuxiaojin Town Mansion to Ward Off Evil Spirits" to do the engraving.

She hadn't had time to discuss it with her husband yet, but two days ago, her husband's face was stinky, and she didn't say what was going on.

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

Otherwise, if it really waits until it is printed, what if the husband knows that he is angry and angry?

Although her husband has always been gentle with herself, she never quarrels with herself. At most, I lost my temper with myself and went to sleep in the studio by myself.

But I don't feel good in my heart as a wife, after all, who can not cherish such a talented husband?