"That, Doctor Zhou, Brother Zhao's family is not here, they are all in the capital." Pray for Hing Wah Road.

"All in the capital? Is it convenient for them to come back? Zhou Bingkun asked.

"It's not convenient or inconvenient, I'll contact them and let them come back." Pray for Hing Wah Road.

"Then do you want to make a prescription now?" Ma Shouchang asked.

Zhou Bingkun didn't answer immediately.

He thought for a moment and said, "Old Zhao, I'll give you acupuncture first, so that you don't feel so uncomfortable." ”

"Okay." Zhao Shumin nodded. He didn't say much, he seemed to be prepared.

Zhou Bingkun made a simple preparation, let Zhao Shumin lie on the bed, and he began to prick needles.

This time, he still used qi to resist the needle.

He pricked the needle very quickly, and a few breaths filled his body.

A minute later, Zhao Shumin's brow loosened.

Another minute, he fell asleep.

Zhou Bingkun and the others walked lightly to the living room outside.

"Brother Zhao is asleep, he has been tortured by illness and has not been able to rest well." Qi Xinghua's face was ugly.

"Yes, thanks to Dr. Zhou, otherwise we wouldn't have known that Brother Zhao had been suffering from illness." Ma Shouchang is also uncomfortable.

"Doctor Zhou, are you sure to cure Brother Zhao's illness? What is his disease? Qi Xinghua still asked.

"I'm sick all over my body, I don't know where to start, and..."

"And what? Say! Qi Xinghua said urgently.

"And there are not many longevity left." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly.

"What? Doctor Zhou, you read that right? Qi Xinghua hurriedly asked.

"Zhao Lao's physical condition, you can basically see it if you find a better Chinese medicine doctor." Zhou Bingkun said.

"Then how long does Brother Zhao have?" Ma Shouchang asked.

"It's hard to say, but it's still more than three months old." Zhou Bingkun thought for a while.

"There's nothing you can do?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"There's nothing I can do." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly. Although he is inhuman, he is not an immortal, and he is powerless many times.

"Then I'll inform Zhao Jianjun and let him and his sisters come back." Qi Xinghua hurriedly said.

"Pray for the elderly, you can call a few more doctors to come and confirm." Zhou Bingkun took the initiative. He knew that if he didn't say it, Qi Xinghua would find it. When he said it, everyone looked good.

"Okay, I'll contact the experts at the provincial hospital right away." Qi Xinghua said directly. He was in no mood to be polite.

"Then I'll contact the experts of 131." Ma Shouchang also said. He was also a little panicked.

...

Half an hour later.

Provincial hospitals, 131 hospitals, and city hospitals have come to many experts. Li Qingde also came.

"Bingkun, what's wrong, why did you call so many doctors?" Li Qingde called Zhou Bingkun to the courtyard and asked in a low voice.

"Master, I can't say, you wait and see the situation." Zhou Bingkun didn't dare to say the actual situation.

"Can't say? Don't... Old Zhao, his body is not good? "Li Qingde is very smart, he guessed it at once.

"Almost, Master, you can check the pulse later." Zhou Bingkun said. He knew that Li Qingde's medical skills could also be seen.

A moment later.

In the yard.

After asking about the situation, Qi Xinghua and Ma Shouchang sent the other doctors away, leaving only Zhou Bingkun. When Li Qingde left, he specially told Zhou Bingkun to be cautious, not to talk big, and to leave room for himself.

It is good for doctors to treat diseases and save lives, but if the patient's family is not satisfied, it is trouble.

"Doctor Zhou, those experts all say that Brother Zhao won't live for more than a month, only you say more than three months, what's going on?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"My acupuncture can alleviate Zhao Lao's condition and allow him to rest well. If Zhao Lao rests well, his body will be better, so the time will be longer. Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"That's the case, why didn't those experts talk about acupuncture just now?" Ma Shouchang asked. He knew that there were experts who were also good at acupuncture.

"My acupuncture is special, that's why it has such an effect, and others can't." Zhou Bingkun said truthfully. He invisibly shone again. He's still different from ordinary people. Although he can't cure Zhao Shumin's illness, he still has a way to let Zhao Shumin live a few more months.

"Doctor Zhou, you are better at medicine." Pray for Hing Wah Road. He wanted to laugh but couldn't.

...

In the evening, Zhou Bingkun had a simple meal at Qi Xinghua's house and did not drink, because everyone was not in that mood.

Eaten.

Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin another acupuncture, which allowed him to sleep well at night.

...

A few days later.

At night.

Zhao Shumin's house.

Zhao Shumin's youngest son, Zhao Jianjun, and several daughters have returned.

Zhou Bingkun is here. Qi Xinghua is also there, but Ma Shouchang is not there.

Zhao Shumin's illness is known to his children.

In the living room, everyone was silent.

Zhao Shumin's daughters couldn't help wiping their tears.

"Don't be like this, birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of people, it's not a big deal." Zhao Shumin said with a smile. In the past few days, Zhou Bingkun has come to give him acupuncture every day, so that he can have a good rest, and his spirit is better.

"Dad, I've let you down." Zhao Jianjun bowed his head and said. He is Zhao Shumin's only son, Zhao Shumin hopes that he can give birth to a son and let the Zhao family have a queen, but he was found to be infertile and could not have children, not even a daughter. He is about forty years old, of medium stature, neither fat nor thin, with bright eyes, and his status is not low, but he also has troubles that cannot be solved.

"It's not your fault, and you don't have to blame yourself." Zhao Shumin said with some disappointment. He was not afraid of death, but he had difficulty accepting not having grandchildren.

"Jianjun, can't your illness be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"It's not curable, I've been abroad to see it, but I can't cure it." Zhao Jianjun said helplessly.

"Then do you want Dr. Zhou to take a look?" Qi Xinghua asked. He is very confident in Zhou Bingkun's medical skills. He had personally experienced Zhou Bingkun's miraculous medical skills. The cough that has plagued him for many years, many experts have nothing to do, but Zhou Bingkun just patted it casually.

"Then let's try it." Zhao Jianjun actually didn't believe Zhou Bingkun, but he didn't refuse to pray for Xinghua. He always has a glimmer of hope in his heart, he hopes to be cured and able to inherit the Zhao family. He didn't want his father to regret it, and he didn't want to regret it.

Zhou Bingkun made a simple preparation and began to take the pulse of Zhao Jianjun.

A minute later, Zhou Bingkun finished reading, and he said directly: "This infertility should be curable." ”

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Really?"

Zhou Bingkun's words broke the silence and surprised everyone.

"Little Doctor Zhou, can it really be cured?" Zhao Shumin hurriedly asked. He is the one who is most anxious. He hoped that Zhao Jianjun's illness would be cured and he would be able to give birth to a son.

"Yes." Zhou Bingkun nodded. Zhao Jianjun's illness is a piece of cake for him, and it is nothing. Once again, he radiated light. He's always different, and his talent makes him always shine. He always pretended to be unintentional. He didn't mean to.

"How?" Zhao Jianjun asked calmly. He had heard that he could be cured, but he was not cured.

"This is easy to say, I'll give you acupuncture a few times, uh..., you and your lover drink a few more pieces of Chinese medicine, so that the chances of having a son are better." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Huh?" Zhao Jianjun was a little surprised, "What does it mean to have a better chance of having a son?" ”

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you let Dr. Xiao Zhou give you a needle." Zhao Shumin was a little anxious. He wanted to know that the Zhao family had a queen before he died. He didn't dare to expect to see a child born.

"Doctor Zhou, where is the acupuncture?" Zhao Jianjun asked a little nervously.

"Go to the bedroom, I'm done with acupuncture, you should be asleep, just sleep well." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

A moment later.

Zhao Jianjun fell asleep.

Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin acupuncture and made him fall asleep.

...

Say goodbye to the Zhao family.

Outside the villa.

"Doctor Zhou, can Zhao Jianjun's illness really be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"Yes, this kind of infertility, Western medicine is actually only a few moments, and incurable diseases still have to see Chinese medicine." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Really? I have a relative, and he is also infertile..."Qi Xinghua hesitated.

"This is easy to say, pray for the elderly, you can arrange it, I will be on call." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"That, Doctor Zhou, what kind of Chinese medicine did you just say can give birth to a son?" Qi Xinghua asked. He's interested in that. Of course, it's not that he wants to give birth, he wants his son Qi Peng to give birth, he has a granddaughter, and he is anxious to have a grandson.

"It's a prescription for the body, and it depends on the condition of the body. But this only makes the chance of having a son a little higher, not completely certain that you can have a son. Zhou Bingkun said. He didn't expect Qi Xinghua to be interested in this, he just said it casually.

"Just have a higher chance, that, Doctor Zhou, you go to my house now, show Qi Peng and his family, I also want to hug my grandson." Qi Xinghua said with a smile.