Gong Shao's Ever-changing Sweet Wife

There are departments of traditional Chinese medicine in the hospital.

These are not under Huo Xingchi's control, but he also has a basic understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. These medicinal materials are relatively mild, and when combined together, there is no harm to the human body.

It's just a very common medicine.

He only had a basic understanding of the functions of medicinal materials, and did not delve too much into the different functions of the medicinal materials in the order before and after they were boiled, as well as the ingredients of the medicinal materials.

The medicinal materials need to be inspected by the doctors in the Chinese medicine department, and the brewing starts after confirming that there are no problems with the prescription and medicinal materials.

Xia Qingran was afraid that they would make mistakes while cooking, so she went over to supervise them.

There is indeed no problem with the prescription, but it may not necessarily cure the disease.

In the hospital, the medicinal materials were put into the traditional Chinese medicine pot according to the proportion and order to be tormented. They only thought that this was the prescription prescribed by Professor Huo Xingchi, and they didn't question it too much.

Such a medicine does not need to be boiled for a long time, and it can be cooked in more than an hour.

"Doctor Huo, is it true that my grandfather can't have surgery?" Fu Ze asked unwillingly.

In fact, Mr. Fu is not terminally ill. He just has several tumors in his body, and they are all benign. Logically speaking, as long as the operation is completed, he can survive.

But his body does not allow surgery, and his physical indicators are not fatal, but because of high blood pressure, body fat percentage is not up to standard, and even diabetes risk, the risk of surgery is very high.

However, these problems cannot be solved by raising them.

So these years, Huo Xingchi has spent a lot of thought on Mr. Fu, but he has not found a way to balance it.

"If Mr. Fu was young and strong, and his body did not have these diseases, he would be fine after the operation and recuperate for a period of time, but with his current indicators, he may die of a hemorrhage after the operation." Huo Xingchi said honestly and cruelly. Said.

The tumors in Mr. Fu's body are multiple. Although they are benign, they are growing infinitely, and now they have grown to as many as five.

There's no other way than cutting it off.

However, Mr. Fu's body does not allow such an operation. If he undergoes an operation, his life will be even shorter. Last time Mr. Fu fainted, it was because of the oppression of the tumor in his body.

Fu Ze was originally serious, but when he heard this, he frowned tightly, "Then what should I do? Is there no other way?"

Over the years, they have been taking care of Grandpa's body according to Huo Xingchi's method, including the daily medicine and food combination, they are all strictly in accordance with the standards, and they dare not be vague.

How do you know, the result is still not working.

"It still hasn't reached the standard for surgery." Huo Xingchi said.

How can this be done?
Surgery is a dead end. If you don't have surgery, dangerous situations will appear anytime and anywhere, and you will be tortured by serious diseases all the time.

Huo Xingchi also thought of many ways, but he has a pair of magic hands and can perform very delicate operations, but he can't save Mr. Fu's life.

He has practiced medicine for more than ten years, and it is rare that he is a little confused. There are many diseases in this world that he cannot solve.

Mr. Fu's eyes became lighter, and he had tossed a lot, and he was not too sad when he finally got the news: "It's okay, just let it be, Dr. Huo, you have tried your best."

He is already old, and he has done what he should do. If God still wants to take his life, he can only admit it.

Of course, Mr. Fu also wanted to live, otherwise he would not have asked Huo Xingchi to be his attending doctor, but there are some things that cannot be changed at all.

Fu Yan's expression also became serious, "Didn't Xia Qingran say that there is a way to treat grandpa?"

Xia Qingran was Huo Xingchi's assistant, and Huo Xingchi hadn't raised any opinions, so why did he say that there was nothing he could do about his grandfather's illness.

Old Master Fu waved his hand, but did not explain Xia Qingran's inability to medical skills.

Huo Xingchi said: "Old Mr. Fu should recuperate in the hospital now."

"What do you mean?" Fu Ze sensed something was wrong and asked sharply.

Huo Xingchi was speechless. He hasn't given old man Fu any medicine recently. The medicine he gave old man Fu is actually harmful to the body to a certain extent and cannot be used for a long time. Now that old man Fu has developed resistance to these medicines, even if he takes them No amount of it has any effect.

To put it simply, Mr. Fu's current situation can only wait for death.

Surgery is not possible, and the medicine has no effect on him. He is in the hospital, and his condition can be monitored at any time. If something happens, he can be rescued.

"Mr. Fu still has about three months." Huo Xingchi said, "Unless a special medicine can be researched during this period, there is no other way."

But even if a special drug can be developed within three months, so that Mr. Fu's physical indicators can all return to normal and he can withstand the operation, the side effects of this drug must be very serious, and Mr. Fu can only be used as a drug tester.

"What! Three months! What are you kidding? Back then, how did you guarantee that you would be able to operate on my grandfather after half a year of recuperation?" Fu Yan's eyes were red when he heard this, and he almost jumped stand up.

After his grandfather woke up, he was in good spirits. He thought that his grandfather was saved, so he specially notified the younger brothers, telling them that they don't need to worry. As a result, Huo Xingchi gave them such a result today.

The meaning of this sentence is to give the grandfather a critical illness notice.

Fu Yan couldn't accept it at all.

"Okay, you guys will call everyone over tomorrow. While I'm still mentally clear, I'm going to draw up an agreement." Mr. Fu said.

Since Huo Xingchi said that he had few days left, in order to prevent him from fainting like before, some things had to be explained in advance.

Is this a suicide note?

Fu Yan's face was ugly, and he didn't say a word.

Huo Xingchi was expressionless. He had seen this kind of scene countless times. He had performed a very successful operation, but because the patient's immunity was not strong, he still couldn't keep him in the end.

He's an excellent doctor, but not omnipotent.

"The medicine is ready, Mr. Fu, this medicine is a five-day course of treatment, you have to drink it three times a day, it's already late today, so you can just drink it once." Xia Qingran walked in with a nurse .

The nurse was carrying a bowl of dark medicine, and as soon as she walked in, the whole ward gave off an unpleasant smell of Chinese herbal medicine, which showed how heavy Xia Qingran's medicine was.

"Can this medicine cure diseases? It smells too bad." Fu Yan couldn't help but say something.

You don't even need to look at the pitch-black medicine to know that it must be extremely bad to drink. Dr. Huo said that Grandpa's illness is incurable, yet Xia Qingran dared to let Grandpa suffer such pain.

"The good medicine tastes bitter. This medicine is made from dozens of medicinal herbs. Of course, the medicine tastes strong." Xia Qingran said as a matter of course.