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Seeing the change in Zhao Xinyu's expression and thinking about the results of the investigation into Zhao Xinxing, Du Gang also knew what Zhao Xinyu was thinking, and he did not continue to ask.

The reason why Yanjing, the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, was able to become the capital of the Eight Dynasties was not only due to geography, but also because of the outstanding talents of the land.

Up to now, most of the scenic buildings in Yanjing are left over from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the ancient courtyard houses in the city are the objects of countless people's yearning. However, any courtyard house can easily cost hundreds of millions, and most people can only look forward to it.

An ancient street. Although the street is not wide, it is different from the busy traffic in other areas. This street is very quiet. There is not even a car on the street.

Every time a vehicle appears, it is a vehicle with a special brand. Occasionally, the people who appear on the street are middle-aged people who act uniformly.

Zhao Xinyu, who was sitting in the car, saw such a street. He turned to look at Du Mengnan sitting next to him, with a trace of questioning in his eyes.

Du Mengnan smiled, stretched out her jade hand and patted his big hand, "Don't think too much, just like treating Yumo, Xiaoxi, and Xiaopeng."

Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly in his heart. Although Du Mengnan didn't say it, he already knew in his heart that the person asking him to see a doctor was not an ordinary person.

The car stopped and the middle-aged people who followed them went to a room after entering the compound. The only ones left with the old man were Du Mengnan, Zhao Xinyu and the middle-aged man in his fifties.

In a reception room from the past era, all the objects are as antique as the house. There are almost no products of modern technology in the reception room.

There were two men and one woman sitting in the reception room at the moment. The two men were at least sixty years old, and the woman looked to be in her forties.

When Du Gang entered the door, the three of them stood up at the same time, their expressions full of respect. "Uncle Du, have you brought the doctor you mentioned?" the middle-aged woman asked with a hint of urgency.

"How is the old leader doing?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people instantly dimmed, "The situation is not optimistic, and they are in a deep coma."

Du Gang sighed slightly and pointed at Zhao Xinyu who was standing at the door holding a backpack, "That's him, go in and take a look."

The three of them were stunned at the same time, with a hint of surprise in their eyes, "Uncle Du, you..."

"Let's go take a look first. He is proficient in ancient Chinese medicine and has been studying Chinese medicine from his family elders since he was a child."

Seeing Du Gang say this, the three of them looked at each other with bitterness in their eyes. Originally, they had ignited hope in their hearts after receiving the call, but now after seeing Zhao Xinyu, their newly ignited hope disappeared instantly.

But think about how many well-known experts in Chinese and Western medicine have been here for so long, but there has been no effect. As long as there is a glimmer of hope for them, they will try their best to fight for it.

Du Gang brought him here, but they knew that Du Gang would never be rash, and they were not certain that he would not bring over an unlearned young man.

After understanding this, the three of them nodded and took the lead out of the reception room.

"Mengmeng, you and Xiao Wang will wait here for a while."

A large room full of medical equipment. On the hospital bed was a skinny old man with a light golden complexion lying quietly there. If his chest hadn't risen and fallen occasionally, no one would have thought that the old man was still alive. alive.

In the room, there were two nurses in their fifties who were checking the old man. An old man in his seventies was staring at an instrument with his brows knitted together, obviously encountering some difficulty.

Hearing the sound of the door, the old man turned to look at the door. When he saw the three people coming in, there was a wry smile in his eyes.

"Dean Hu, how are you?"

The old man shook his head, "I have tried every method, and now..."

Instantly, there was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the three people. The older middle-aged man suddenly turned and looked at Zhao Xinyu who had followed him in. "Little doctor, go and have a look." At this time, he had no choice. .

Zhao Xinyu nodded, he put his backpack in a corner, and walked to the bedside with the old man's doubtful eyes. The two nurses who had spread the news immediately stopped and exited.

Zhao Xinyu pulled up a chair and sat down, took a deep breath, his eyes instantly became extremely clear, and he reached out and put his index finger on the old man's wrist.

At this moment, everyone in the room shrank their eyes. They were not ordinary people. They all had a deep understanding of Chinese medicine, and pulse diagnosis by Chinese medicine was even more common. But Zhao Xinyu used one finger to diagnose the pulse, and they didn't say they had ever seen it before. I haven't even heard of it.

After more than twenty minutes, Zhao Xinyu took his finger back and turned to look at the three middle-aged men and women, "I'm afraid the old man has been sick for more than half a year."

The three of them were stunned at the same time and looked at Du Gang, only to see Du Gang shaking his head. They all thought that Du Gang had said it, but from Du Gang they knew that Du Gang did not say it.

"Seven months."

"The old man likes drinking wine and growing flowers."

These words shocked the three people even more. Only a few people knew about this matter, but how did this young man know it? Uncle Du and the others could trust it. If Du Gang told how long the old man had been ill, but this young man who drank alcohol and raised food could not believe it. The flowers have nothing to do with the illness, and Du Gang will definitely not say this.

"yes".

"Xiao Zhao, are you..." Because the old man's condition was serious, Du Gang really didn't dare to ask.

Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered for a few times and nodded, "There is still a glimmer of hope, but the chance is not too high, only less than 40%." While speaking, Zhao Xinyu looked at the three middle-aged people, and the chance was obviously less than 40%. , he must look at the wishes of the family members.

But they didn't expect the three of them to nod in unison. They were already in despair, but now that they heard there was still 40% hope, how could they consider it.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense. What disease do you think the old man has?" Dean Hu frowned and said, they have been looking for the cause of the disease since the old man became ill, but now they can't even find the cause, and the old man has fallen into a deep coma, which already makes them ashamed.

Now this young boy, after diagnosing the pulse, did not even tell the cause of the disease, but said that he was 40% sure, which made the proud man unwilling to accept it at all.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and said, "The old man is not sick at all, so there is no need to talk about the cause."

"Huhu", these words made the air in the ward freeze. Everyone was stunned. The old man was not sick, but fell into a severe coma. Who could believe this.

"Xiao Zhao, you can't talk nonsense. The old leader is not sick. How could he be like this?"

Zhao Xinyu looked at Du Gang and said, "Old man, he is really not sick. The reason why he is like this is because of his hobby."

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at the three middle-aged people who were still in a daze, "The old man likes orchids very much. If my guess is correct, there should be a purple heart orchid in the old man's room, and there should be a purple heart orchid in the old man's room before he fell ill. Collected a white magnolia flower."

As soon as he said this, the three people stayed there, their eyes full of disbelief. Not only others but also Du Gang knew about this matter, but this young man knew it by diagnosing his pulse. . . . . . .

"Luo Jianguo, is what he said true?" Du Gang asked, looking at the oldest middle-aged man.

Luo Jianguo nodded, "Uncle Du, there is indeed a purple-heart orchid in my father's room. He has been growing this flower for more than thirty years. Last year, Weiguo found a white magnolia from nowhere, but the orchid is as beautiful as the orchid." . . . ”

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Purple heart orchids and white magnolias are the best orchids. Each one can be sold for a sky-high price. There will definitely be no problem with just one of them, but if two of them appear in the same place, there will be trouble." ".

This statement made the people present even more confused. Orchids are loved by flower lovers, but I have never heard that raising orchids can cause people to fall into coma.

"Other orchids are fine when put together, but when purple-heart orchids and white magnolias are put together, the fusion of floral fragrances will cause the orchids to breed a bug called orchid heartworm. Orchid heartworms may not be found even under a microscope. , the orchid heartworm will not hurt people, but if nourished with the smell of alcohol, the orchid heartworm will mutate and become a heart-eating worm. When the heart-eating worm enters the human body, it will suck the blood and reproduce, without knowing it. In this case, the heart-eating worms will spread throughout all blood vessels, and when they eventually multiply in the brain, the person will be hopeless."

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