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Chen Xiujuan is not a stupid woman, on the contrary, she is very smart.

Precisely because she was smart and wanted to lose face, she did not dare to go to the hospital.

A tree is like a skin, and a person is like a face.

Her husband was not a good person, and she tried her best to maintain her dignity, but in the end she still failed to retain her dignity. She is afraid of being laughed at, afraid of her children being pointed at and poked in the spine.

This is a lifelong reputation.

She didn't dare to gamble.

I would rather die in such a dirty way.

"I don't know how to curse." Chen Xiujuan's desperate eyes finally had the light of hope.

Dong Yuanyuan looked at her cousin's skinny arms and felt sad. She turned around and went out to invite Meng Wantang.

"Doctor Meng, come in."

"Ah."

Meng Wantang walked to the door and turned around to stop Dong Yuanyuan: "She has a skin disease and is covered in ulcers. She has to take off her clothes to see. To prevent others from coming in, go to the gate and guard it so no one can come in."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Dong Yuanyuan didn't think much, took the small bench and sat at the door.

After she sat down, Meng Wantang entered the room.

The curtains in the room were not opened, and the light inside was dim.

A skinny woman was sitting on the kang, her eyes were calm and there was even a hint of twilight in her eyes. Her face was quite ugly, her dry fingers clenched the corners of her clothes tightly, and she mustered up the courage to look at Meng Wantang again.

Like a dying tree, it is still struggling with its only vitality.

And she is the light that shines through the dead branches and leaves.

"My surname is Meng, and I am a doctor. I have heard your sister briefly introduce your situation. What is your situation? I still need detailed diagnosis and treatment to determine the treatment plan."

Meng Wantang did not deliberately approach, and his tone was not gentle, but light.

"Can...can it be cured?"

When Chen Xiujuan heard the last four words, she straightened up instantly.

She is not short.

Based on this estimate, he is about 90 meters tall, but he is probably not even pounds thin. To put it harshly, it's not much better than a skeleton.

Meng Wantang said in a relaxed tone: "Of course, it's not a serious illness. The main thing is that it's a little troublesome. If you want to cure it, you can cure it."

Chen Xiujuan choked and said: "I treat, I cooperate, I am not afraid of trouble. I want to be cured."

She was too eager.

Meng Wantang can understand.

"Is it convenient to open the curtains? I want to check you. The light is too dark to see clearly." Meng Wantang asked politely.

Chen Xiujuan hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Meng Wantang walked over, opened the curtains, looked back at the woman with her eyes closed, and sighed inwardly.

Chen Xiujuan's facial features are pretty good-looking.

He has a high nose bridge, very white skin, sunken cheeks, and his particularly prominent eyes, which are a bit scary. From her dress, it can be seen that she is an honest and responsible woman.

But it was such a woman who got that kind of dirty disease.

"Let me see the sore on your body."

Chen Xiujuan hesitated slightly, but cooperated.

She took off her coat, revealing her slender arms.

"Have you been feeling pain recently? Is it still itchy?" Meng Wantang said, pressing her pulse.

Chen Xiujuan nodded: "It hurts."

Her body is really bad.

too poor.

Meng Wantang frowned and looked serious. Chen Xiujuan looked at her uneasily, feeling extremely nervous, fearing that her disease could not be cured.

"Sir, doctor, I..."

Meng Wantang raised her eyes and glanced over with her calm eyes, her aura was very strong: "It's just a small virus, not a big problem. Besides, it's not serious for you."

She was so calm and composed.

Chen Xiujuan was infected, as if her illness was not a problem, it was quite simple and easy to solve. She did not disturb Meng Wantang's medical treatment. She just said whatever Meng Wantang asked.

"Your body needs to be recuperated and your mentality must be positive." Meng Wantang knew that she had been thinking of dying before. "In the past, there was an old man who was terminally ill. He was old and didn't want to be treated, and he didn't have the money to treat it, so he just wanted to He wanted to make himself feel more comfortable in the last two years. He took the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Who knew, when he went for a follow-up examination a year later, his health began to improve. "

Chen Xiujuan's eyes filled with hope as she listened.

"A positive and optimistic attitude is good for treating diseases. Your body is too weak and you need to supplement your nutrition. I will prescribe you a few decoctions, mainly to clear away heat and dampness, dispel wind and detoxify, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and improve your body's immunity It helps to promote blood circulation so that the virus in your body can be eliminated from the body faster. In addition, you also need to give me penicillin. Also, pay attention to the cleanliness and hygiene of your clothes and avoid eating spicy food. Don’t eat leftovers. Eat more fresh vegetables at home, as well as eggs and meat.”

Meng Wantang gave a lot of careful instructions, raised his eyes and asked her: "Remember everything I said. It can usually be cured in three to six months."

Will it be fine in three to six months?

Chen Xiujuan suspected that she had heard wrongly.

She couldn't believe that this disease could actually be cured.

"I heard from people in the village that there was a widow who got this disease and later died." People in the village pointed. More than ten years have passed and people are still walking around the widow's house.

Chen Xiujuan was really scared.

"She didn't treat her illness or take medicine. There must be some other factors that caused her death. This was not a serious illness in the first place, it was just a little troublesome." Meng Wantang's tone was so matter-of-fact that Chen Xiujuan really believed her. Illness, apart from being unpleasant to hear and easy to gossip about, is really not a big problem.

Meng Wantang wrote the prescription and put it on the table: "Also, you can't have sex during the treatment. You must also pay attention to hygiene in the future. Won't someone come to your home and hand out that contraceptive thing? You can let your partner wear that thing in the future. . Otherwise you will be the one who suffers.”

Chen Xiujuan's face turned pale and she nodded.

Meng Wantang came out, and Dong Yuanyuan immediately stepped forward and asked: "Doctor, how is my cousin's condition? Can her disease be cured?"

"piece of cake."

When Dong Yuanyuan heard these three words, she almost knelt down and kowtowed to Meng Wantang.

She was sitting at the door just now, but her ears wanted to reach out to the window to listen. She was afraid that her cousin would lose his temper and scold the doctor and run away.

"Thank you, Doctor Meng, thank you! If it weren't for you, my cousin would be dead."

Dong Yuanyuan said that she was going to kneel down to Meng Wantang.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Meng Wantang hurriedly stopped her and threatened her, "If you kneel down again, I won't treat your cousin."

Dong Yuanyuan stiffened and stood up obediently.

"Go in and take a look and buy medicine for your cousin." Meng Wantang ran away on her bicycle.

On the way back, she went to the market and bought two pounds of meat.

What she bought was fat and thin pork belly.

Lu Qingye and Meng Xun especially liked the dumplings they made yesterday. She planned to make something else today, such as baking thousand-layer pancakes, making soup, and frying two vegetables.

The stir-fried pork belly with pickled radish is also particularly delicious.

Meng Wantang rode in and saw a person standing at the door. She ignored Wang Yanli and pushed the car into the yard.

"Hey!"

Meng Wantang paid no attention to it.

Wang Yanli was furious, she didn't expect Meng Wantang to be so arrogant. She took two quick steps, stopped Meng Wantang, and asked angrily: "What do you mean? I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Meng Wantang asked calmly: "Who are you? Do I know you? Am I familiar with you? Who stipulated that when you talk to me, I will say what I say to you?"