Chapter 317: Powerless
Zhao Hai was flattered. He had never met a boss like Wei Ruo, not to mention he had never heard of it.
Seeing that he was stunned, Xiumei reminded: "Don't be stunned, let us go into your home first and have a look. Maybe there is something we can help with."
Zhao Hai's reaction was still dull, It took a long time before Wei Ruo and Xiumei made way.
"Young... Young Master... I... I heard..."
Zhao Hai, who was following Wei Ruo, hesitated. He had something to say but didn't say it for a long time.
Xiumei couldn't help but said: "Manager Zhao, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. You are so hesitant that I am very impatient!" "
Pfft--" With a sound, Zhao Hai suddenly knelt down in front of Wei Ruo.
"Why are you still kneeling down? I just said that you were hesitant to speak clearly, and I didn't mean to scold you!" Xiumei said hurriedly, thinking that Zhao Hai was frightened by what she just said.
"Young master, I heard from others that you are a very powerful doctor. I beg you to save my brother!" Zhao Hai prayed, and after speaking, he kowtowed directly to Wei Ruo.
The name Xu Heyou has appeared on the government notice, so after a little inquiry, you can know that Xu Heyou is a doctor with very good medical skills.
"What happened to your brother?" Wei Ruo asked.
Zhao Hai told Wei Ruo about his brother's situation.
There are two brothers in the Zhao Hai family, Zhao Hai and Zhao Xun.
Unlike Zhao Hai, who was a wealthy farmer, Zhao Xun had a talent for reading since he was a child.
Zhao Xun passed the Xiucai Examination when he was sixteen years old. He had a bright future and would take part in the autumn examination this fall.
But recently, he had some health problems. At first, Zhao Xun hid it from Zhao Hai, until Zhao Hai noticed something strange about his body.
Zhao Hai took him to see a doctor. The doctor said that Zhao Xun had lung disease and gave him a prescription.
During this period, Zhao Xun has been taking decoction and medicine, but there is no improvement. Instead, it is getting worse and worse. Now he can't even get out of bed.
This is the reason why Zhao Hai has been taking leave for half a month.
"I understand, please take me to see your brother first." Wei Ruodao.
Zhao Hai hurriedly got up from the ground and led Wei Ruo to his brother Zhao Xun's room.
As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of medicine hit his face.
Wei Ruo came to the bed and saw a thin Zhao Xun lying on the bed with a pale face.
Seeing Wei Ruo, he wanted to get up to greet him, but was stopped by Wei Ruo.
"Lie down and don't move. I am the doctor your brother invited. I will check your condition."
Zhao Xun nodded and lay back down.
Wei Ruo studied Zhao Xun's expression, and then asked Zhao Hai to take out Zhao Xun's hand and lift up his sleeves.
It was an extremely thin hand, and its skin color was sickly white.
But the frame is beautiful and the fingers are slender. You can tell at a glance that they are the hands of a scholar.
Wei Ruo put his fingers on Zhao Xun's wrist and took his pulse.
While feeling his pulse, Zhao Xun coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of white phlegm with dense foam.
Wei Ruo frowned, and then asked Zhao Xun: "How long have you been feeling short of breath, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and chest pain?" "I started to
feel short of breath last winter, but it was not serious. After the spring of this year, , My chest hurts from time to time, but it's not serious."
Hearing Zhao Xun's words, Zhao Hai couldn't help but said: "You shouldn't have hidden it from me! You should have told me earlier!" Zhao Xun said guiltily: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't I thought it was just a minor illness and I didn't want to disturb you, but I didn't want my body to be so useless..."
As he spoke, Zhao Xun spat out another mouthful of dense white phlegm.
Zhao Hai quickly stepped forward to wipe the corners of his mouth, and then persuaded him: "Okay, okay, stop talking."
Wei Ruo let go of Zhao Xun's hand taking pulse, stood up and walked towards the door.
Xiumei saw this and followed her: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
It was rare for her to see a lady look like this after taking someone's pulse.
"I can't save him." Wei Ruodao.
Xiumei looked at Wei Ruo in surprise.
In my memory, no matter how seriously injured the person was, the young lady never said such words.
But today, the young lady directly said, "It's hopeless."
"Are you surprised?" Wei Ruo asked.
Xiumei nodded: "Miss, this is the first time you have said this. In my mind, there is no disease that you cannot cure!" "Doctors are just doctors after all,
not gods. There are thousands of diseases in the world, and there are always some that cannot be cured." Yes, there are always things beyond human reach." Wei Ruodao.
"But although Zhao Xun looks a little weaker, he doesn't seem to be on the verge of death yet." Xiumei said.
"If it was half a year ago, I could still save him, but now it's too late." Wei Ruodao.
Zhao Xun had lung cancer, which was already in the advanced stage, and the cancer cells had spread. At this point, it is difficult to cure it with either traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine.
In this case, the possibility of survival was very slim, and even she had no certainty that it could be cured.
Xiumei looked back at brothers Zhao Hai and Zhao Xun in the room, showing a look of regret.
After a while, Zhao Hai, who had settled his younger brother, came out and asked Wei Ruo: "Master, please tell me what medicine you want to buy. I will buy it right away!"
Zhao Hai felt that Wei Ruo could cure his brother's disease.
Wei Ruo closed the door behind him and told Zhao Hai bluntly: "I'm sorry, I'm not sure about your brother's illness. I can only delay the deterioration of his illness, but I can't save his life; you can find another doctor." Give it a try."
Wei Ruo didn't want to deceive Zhao Hai, and this kind of thing couldn't be deceived either, he would have to know sooner or later.
After hearing Wei Ruo's words, Zhao Hai's tall body swayed. Even with his big beard blocking it, Wei Ruo and Xiumei could still clearly see the shock and disbelief on his face.
"No, no, there must be a mistake. My brother just has lung disease. As long as he takes the right medicine, he will be fine!" Zhao Hai emphasized.
Wei Ruo didn't know how to comfort him and could only look at him.
"Young master, please look again and carefully. My brother's illness can be cured. You are a famous miracle doctor on the government's list. You will definitely be able to cure him." Zhao Hai prayed again.
"Sorry, I've looked at it very carefully. I could have done something about your brother's illness half a year ago, but it's really difficult to delay it until now." After a pause, Wei Ruo added, "It may be that my medical skills are shallow. You can try another doctor, maybe someone can cure it."
"No, it must be a mistake!" Zhao Hai kept demanding.
In fact, he had already felt it in his heart. Wei Ruo was not the first doctor he went to, nor was he the first person to say that his brother could not be saved.
It's just that he has been unwilling to admit and accept it.
Wei Ruo said nothing more, and any words of comfort at this moment were in vain.
Wei Ruo left a prescription for Zhao Hai to delay Zhao Xun's illness. Then he left with Xiumei.
(End of chapter)