Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

Xu Damao took all his belongings and went to the Union Hospital for a checkup. He first went to the Western medicine department and had a full set of examinations. Of course, the most important thing was to check his little brother.

It was supposed to take some time to get the results. However, Xu Damao used his superpowers to give the doctor a lot of red envelopes. Finally, the doctor who received Xu Damao made special arrangements for him and decided to work overtime for these big black tens, and by the way, he would do the unfinished work of the day together with Xu Damao's sampling.

The results will be out in two hours.

Xu Damao took advantage of this opportunity and went to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. After asking around, he found Director Li, who was known as a male expert. He was an old man with gray hair and a long beard, which was also dyed white by time. However, he was full of energy and spirit, at least much better than most of the young people who came to see him.

After waiting in line for half a day, Xu Damao finally waited for the doctor to take his pulse.

After Xu Damao sent the others away and told the doctor about his problem, the old man stared at him, looking left and right. The pulse of his right hand was good and good. Even his left hand was pulled twice.

His brows were furrowed again and again, but he just couldn't give a precise answer.

Seeing the doctor sitting opposite him, Xu Damao was extremely anxious. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, what's going on with me?"

"Please give me a definite answer! You keep silent like this, and I'm scared to death of my little heart."

"Haha, there's nothing wrong with your body, except that you have a little kidney deficiency. I'll prescribe some medicine for you later. You can go to the drugstore or our hospital's pharmacy to get some medicine, and you'll be fine after taking it."

"That's good, that's good. I said that the inability to have a baby is definitely not my problem." Xu Damao said secretly in his heart after listening to the doctor's advice.

"But your infertility problem is very serious."

"You were born with a deficiency, and were your testicles accidentally injured when you were young?"

"Stop, stop, stop, doctor, what is this testicle?"

This era is relatively conservative. This is especially true for sex education. Just now, I heard that someone was caught swimming in public waters wearing a fashionable swimsuit. It's just like eating dumplings without soy sauce in the past. I don't know if it's true or not.

"Hehe, the term testicles is used in Western medicine. To put it simply, it is the two balls hanging down there."

"This has caused your mirror, which is not very active to begin with, to produce even less. After you had sex in the past few years, has your output been very small? And it's also very sparse?"

After hearing what the doctor said, Xu Damao couldn't help but recall the unpleasant memories of being hit in the lower body by Sha Zhu when he was a child. At this moment, the expression on his face couldn't help but become interesting.

There are regrets and annoyances, but what is more is hatred, hatred for Sha Zhu. The regret is because I clearly couldn't beat Sha Zhu back then, but every time I got beaten, I would go and provoke him the next day as if nothing had happened. In the end, I would cover my private parts, roll on the ground for a while, and then go home in shame. The hatred is because all my current problems are caused by Sha Zhu.

Oh, and Yi Zhonghai and the other two uncles in the courtyard. They always help the fool He Yuzhu to take sides, and never take sides with me. And the people in the courtyard, none of them are good people.

It turned out that the fact that Qin Jingru and I had not been able to have children for so many years was really my own problem.

As I thought about it, all of this turned into a long sigh. Now, what's the point of thinking about this?

Well, that's not right. I don't know the doctor in front of me. How can he know so much about my past? Xu Damao looked at the old Chinese doctor whose hair and beard were already gray. He confirmed that he didn't know him, and he couldn't know him either.

There is only one possibility, that the other party's medical skills are really high.

At this moment, a spark of hope ignited in Xu Damao's heart. His pupils, which had been dark before, now became bright again.

He quickly got down from the stool and knelt in front of the old Chinese doctor.

He held the man's hand and said, "Doctor, is there any cure for my illness?"

"You know so much about my condition just by taking my pulse. You must be able to cure me, right?"

Xu Damao was completely defeated by the old Chinese doctor. He stood up and said, "Young man, you stand up first. Stand up and talk first."

"No, I won't get up. You must be able to cure me, right? If you don't agree, I won't get up."

Doctors are kindhearted, but the one in front of Xu Damao is a man with a bad temper. He hates to see others threaten him, even if the other person is his patient.

Seeing Xu Damao like this, the old man pulled out his right hand that was grabbed by Xu Damao. He sat down again and said, "Then kneel down! I hate to see others threaten me the most in my life."

Now, it was Xu Damao's turn to fail. This shouldn't happen! The plot shouldn't develop like this!

But now, I am at the mercy of others. What else can I do? In the end, Xu Damao could only stop pestering. He sorted out his emotions and calmly sat back in his patient's seat.

Quietly waiting for the final judgment from the old Chinese doctor sitting opposite him.

"It's not that your disease is incurable. But I'm not 100% sure."

Hearing what the old man said, the fire of hope that had just risen in Xu Damao's heart suddenly became particularly strong, as if someone had poured a bucket of gasoline on it.

"Well, doctor, are you sure you can cure my disease?"

The old Chinese doctor stroked his beard and looked up and down at Xu Damao's clothes. He nodded and said, "That depends on the situation at home."

Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, treatment costs money. If you don’t have money, how can you treat a disease? No matter how good the doctor is, he will prescribe medicine for you, but if you don’t even have money to buy the medicine, how can you cure your disease with a hammer?

He runs a pharmacy, not a charity.