It's a father and son. My father is old, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is fifty or sixty years old; The son was only twelve or thirteen years old, thin and pale, and could only rely on his left leg to support him, and his right leg was almost completely useless.

Both of them were dressed in the same shabby, but there was a clear difference in thickness.

In December, the temperature in Beijing had already dropped below freezing, but my father was wearing only an old gray jacket and a travel bag on his shoulder. The son was wrapped in a heavy cotton jacket, but he was still shivering from the cold.

"Dad, I'm cold and hungry." The boy said as he tugged at his father's left arm.

"Don't worry, bear with me, we can't eat here - this restaurant is too expensive." Zheng Chang looked at the tall buildings around the train station and said with great experience.

The boy was very sensible, and immediately obediently responded, honestly no longer humming.

The father and son walked through the underpass with their arms, and studied the map for a long time before they found the bus stop and got on the bus.

At the end of the day, there are many people taking the bus from the city center, and there are few people taking the bus from the West Station to the city, so there are still a few empty seats on the bus.

The father and son were very happy, and immediately moved over with each other and sat down.

After walking for so long, both of them had exhausted their physical strength, and as soon as they sat down, they couldn't stop breathing.

After a long time, the boy spoke again: "Dad, it's so late, can Dr. Xu Zhihua still be here?" ”

Zheng Chang was also unsure, and said after a while of silence: "If the door is closed, let's have some food, find a place for the night, and come to the door tomorrow." ”

"Dad. That old doctor Xu, can you really cure my osteomyelitis? The boy asked cautiously.

"Yes, surely." Zheng Chang's words are very affirmative, as if to give the child confidence, and as if to cheer himself up:

"I've inquired, Dr. Xu Zhihua specializes in treating this kind of surgical incurable disease, and he has cured similar patients before!"

The boy heard a hint of uncertainty from these words.

He was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "If he can't be cured either, I won't be cured, and the amputation will be amputated." ”

"Silly boy, how can you say that? Dad even sold the house, and he took you around for so long, he didn't want this result - don't worry, Dad will definitely let you get back on your feet! ”

The two of them have a strange appearance, and they are large bags and small rolls, which have long attracted the attention of other passengers.

Hearing their conversation, a man sitting next to him interjected:

"What you are looking for, isn't it Dr. Xu Zhihua from the Beijing Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"yes!" Zheng Chang replied, "Do you know Doctor Xu?" ”

"I've been to the doctor before-if you want to say that Dr. Xu treats incurable diseases, that's really nothing!" The passenger gave a thumbs up: "Especially good at treating all kinds of leg diseases, as far as your son's leg is in his hands, it is not a problem." ”

"Really, that's great!" Both father and son were relieved, completely oblivious to the passenger's darkened complexion.

In the past three years, they have seen countless hospitals, sought countless famous doctors, poured all kinds of Chinese and Western medicines like soup, and spent the money like running water, even the house has been sold, but the condition has not been controlled, but has become more and more serious.

Recently, the child's right leg had begun to drain pus, small pieces of dead bone had been drained from the sinus tract, and X-rays showed a large amount of femoral bone necrosis in the middle of the body, and amputation was almost the only option.

But Zheng Chang disagreed, he was such a son, and he couldn't bear to watch him live on crutches for the rest of his life.

After many inquiries, they learned that there was such a Xu Zhihua Xu Lao Chinese medicine doctor, who might be able to cure the child's leg, so they came all the way to Beijing.

Fortunately, this Dr. Xu Zhihua is really skilled in medicine and is well-known.

But the next moment, their good mood was interrupted by the passenger's next words.

"It's a pity. It's a bad luck for you. Doctor Xu, he ......" The passenger shook his head, his face full of regret: "He is an old man, and he has passed away." ”

These words were like a slap on the head, smashing Zheng Chang on the head, making him dizzy and dizzy.

"Passed away, how could it be?" He muttered to himself, "He's our last hope, and what will happen to Akang's leg if he's gone?" ”

In the boy's eyes, the little hope that had just risen was extinguished.

He lowered his head, forcibly suppressed his disappointment, and comforted his father: "Dad, that's it, let's go home." ”

"Don't worry, even if I amputate my leg, I can't be a waste. The Uncle Hu in the town, the one who opened the silverware store, praised me for his dexterity last time, so I followed him to learn the craft, so that I can support myself and you in the future....."

As he spoke, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Zheng Chang's heart was even more anxious. His child has been healthy and lively since he was a child, but he didn't expect it to be a small accident, and the wound was not treated well, and it turned out to be like this.

Doing everything to treat the child's illness is his obsession as a father, and he has never regretted it. But unexpectedly, even this last glimmer of hope was dashed.

Recalling three years of cold and summer, thousands of days and nights of tossing and turning, hundreds of thousands of yuan of treatment costs were wasted, and the ending inevitably slipped to the worst direction, Zheng Chang couldn't help but feel sad and cried loudly on the bus.

The passengers on the car had already heard the situation clearly, and they were not only impressed by the child's sensibility, but also sympathized with their suffering.

Duan He sat in the middle of the car, and suddenly felt that he couldn't listen anymore.

He thought about it, opened WeChat, and found the WeChat account that Cheeky asked.

"Expert Tao, are you good at treating leg diseases? It may be epiosteosis. ”

Epiosteomyelosis, which is the name of osteomyelitis in traditional Chinese medicine, is mainly an inflammation of the periosteum, bone cortex and bone marrow caused by purulent bacteria.

"It can be cured."

Tao Le's reply was quick and short.

"Are you leaving now?"

"Not yet, it's going to take another hour, right?"

"Great, I'll bring a patient over later, can you help me take a look?"

"No problem."

Duan He stood up and strode in front of Zheng Chang:

"Don't be sad, big brother. I know a famous Chinese medicine practitioner who is also good at treating your son's osteomyelitis. ”

"Really?" Zheng Chang's father and son raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes instantly became shining.

"It's more real than real gold." Duan He laughed: "I'll take you there." Let's get off the train as soon as we get off the station, or we'll go in the opposite direction! ”

Half an hour later, three people knocked on the door of the first consultation room of Chinese medicine.