The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 Zhao Xian looked at the old man Zhao in a flustered manner, turned around and gave a deep salute to Cheng Chubi.

　　 "I don't know that there is a way to cure the root cause of Mr. Cheng."

　　 "Yes." Cheng Chubi nodded. "Your father's condition is very clear, that is, prostate enlargement, which can now be cured with no medicine."

　　 "The only way to do this is to remove the prostate, so that the previous symptoms will not reappear."

　　 "Could it be that it's like Young Master Cheng did you give General Qin, I heard that you are going to have a cesarean section?" Zhao Xian beat a drum in his heart.

　　 The old man Zhao is calmer than his son, or he has lived for a long time. Of course, he may be tortured by the prostate too much.

　　 "If that's the case, can it be cured?"

　　 Seeing Elder Zhao's hopeful gaze, Cheng Chubi nodded slightly. "Cheng dare not say 100%, but at least 90% sure."

　　 "After all, the biggest fear of surgery is that there will be an accident. If there is an accident..."

　　 Hearing this, the people in the house calmed down, and their eyes fell on the frowning old man who was thinking hard.

　　With enough time for a cup of tea, the old man Zhao exhaled and laughed.

　　 "The old man is now sixty to five. After living for so many years, there is nothing left to watch."

　　 "It's better to die than to live as before, it's better to have a good knot and fight for it."

　　 "Father..." Zhao Xian jumped directly and fell to his knees, looking at Elder Zhao, unable to speak.

　　 Cheng Chubi, Sun and Yuan two Taoist leaders got up and gave the space to their father and son. .

　　 "It doesn't have to be the case for the three, it's just a few words."

　　 Elder Zhao raised his hand and patted Zhao Xian on the shoulder with a wry smile.

　　 "Xian'er, Dad is afraid of death, but even more afraid of the kind of pain that makes life worse than death, day and night."

　　"Father has been in business for a lifetime, and he has earned and lost money, and he is getting old.

　　 Seeing that it was already at the point of losing all the games, it seemed that there was hope again. "

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　　Behind, the specific communication between the father and son like this is not what Cheng Chubi and others knew.

　　 However, just about a stick of incense, Zhao Xian, whose eyes became more and more red and swollen, stepped into the room and walked to Cheng Chubi to give a respectful salute.

　　 "Master Cheng, if my father doesn't have the operation, is there really no other way?"

　　 "No, now you have a urinary tube on your dad, just to relieve the pain for a while, but if the infection does occur, I am afraid that your dad will not feel better than before."

　　 What Cheng Chubi said is not a lie. After all, in this era of lack of antibiotics, if a urinary tract infection is really going to occur, he has no good solution.

　　 Cheng Chubi returned to the house again and checked him carefully.

　　 decided to place the urinary catheter first. Of course, he had to confess that Zhao Xian should pay attention to the disinfection of his father. The other thing is what are the precautions for replacing the special urine tank.

　　Cheng Chubi also gave out one of the few traditional Chinese medicine earth recipes he knew little, which was still a recipe left by his grandfather.

　　 These are poor people in the villages. When they can't buy anti-inflammatory drugs, grandpa will ask them to take some herbal medicines according to prescriptions.

　　 The herbal medicines honeysuckle and dandelion in the recipe are all excellent natural broad-spectrum antibiotics.

　　 Let Elder Zhao take it for three days first, and on the third day, Cheng Chubi will determine the date of prostatectomy for Elder Zhao based on the situation.

　　 Next, there is the problem of the operating room and the ward. At this time, both Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao's eyes lit up.

　　 However, the older Sun Simiao spoke first.

　　 "The matter is simple. The Taoist temple site in Chang'an City is large enough and very quiet. It is most suitable for surgery and recuperation for patients."

　　"Moreover, there are a few disciples in the Poor Taoist Temple, but they can also beat Chu Bixian.

　　 In the future, whenever a nephew needs an operation, he can come to search for poverty. "

　　 Cheng Chubi heard this, but his eyes lit up, and he quickly got up and gave a salute to the living Sun Simiao.

　　 "So, my nephew will thank the aisle first."

　　 "Actually, it's okay in the poor way..."

　　 Yuan Tiangang looked at Sun Simiao with a bit of bitterness with his long beard, and muttered softly.

　　 Sun Simiao haha. The old **** is stalking long beards on the ground, so what can be done, at least the old way I took the lead.

　　 So, it is good to have more close contact with Cheng Saburo.

　　 His medical skills gave Sun Simiao a new solution for some patients who had no efficacy in medicine and stone.

　　 "When did the old man go to disturb the Taoist chief?" Old Zhao's gaze wandered over Cheng Chubi and Sun Simiao.

　　Although she has emptied her urine, she feels much more refreshed.

　　 But with the previous feeling that life is worse than death, he didn't want to try again, and even wished Cheng Chubi would use the knife now.

　　 Sun Simiao replied after thinking about it. "Mr. Zhao, the poor Dao will personally come and pick you up the next morning."

　　 "Then there will be Master Lao Dao, Master Lao Cheng." Elder Zhao finally smiled and saw a few people intending to leave.

　　 He had a urinary tube in his body, followed by a urinary tank. It was naturally inconvenient to leave, so he asked Li Xian to send him off in person.

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　　 "Unexpectedly, today, let the fellow Taoists take the lead." After seeing Cheng Chubi and his party leave, Yuan Tiangang said towards Sun Simiao.

　　 "Haha... Although Poor Dao is a bit older, he doesn't respond slowly." Sun Simiao smiled heartily.

　　 "What's more, Chu Bixian nephew's medical skills are indeed unique, but his mouth and painting talent are really..."

　　 Hearing these words, Yuan Tiangang uttered aloud with joy.

　　 "If there is gain, there must be loss, not to mention that he has lost his memory. In the opinion of the Taoist friends, is his dementia better or not?"

　　 Sun Simiao stroked his beard and pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head helplessly.

　　 "This ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is also uncertain, but Cheng Saburo does not have any other weirdness besides his love of nonsense, right?"

　　 At the same time, Yan Wenwen, who had just returned to the Fuzhong, walked directly towards the studio without paying attention, ignoring the housekeeper who was asking him for peace.

　　 However, the housekeeper has become accustomed to this very cold and temperamental master.

　　 But today he has an important responsibility. After seeing Yan Liben's whereabouts clearly, the butler hurried away in the other direction.

　　With little effort, Yan Liben’s wife Wen Sanniang walked slowly to the front of the courtyard where the studio was located.

　　 "Madam, don't worry, today I look at the face of the master, but it is a lot better than the previous two days..."

　　 "Then you will be troubled, so go ahead and leave this bowl of soup to me."

　　 took the soup from the steward's hand and walked slowly towards the studio, although there was an ardent smile on his face.

　　 is still a little nervous, after all, she still knows her husband's temper very well.

　　 At that time, I was quick to talk, and agreed to the eldest sister to take the "Cheng Yaojin and Liu Xiaojin Town House Exorcising Evil Picture" to do the engraving.

　　 But she hadn't had time to discuss with her husband, but two days ago, her husband's face was stinking, and she didn't ask what was the matter.

　　 Wen was even more afraid to speak, for fear of adding fuel to the fire. But since it's better today, I have to quickly tell the story.

　　 Otherwise, I really wait until it is printed, what if my husband knows that he gets angry?

　　 Although my husband always treats himself tenderly, he never makes a noise with himself. At most, I had a temper with myself and went to sleep in the studio.

　　 But being a wife doesn’t feel good in my heart. After all, who can not feel sorry for such a talented husband?