The longed-for village system

Chapter 151 The Arrival of Li Yong and His Wife
"Is Mr. Chen Qing home?"

Chen Qing was planning his next steps when a woman's voice from the doorway suddenly pulled him back to reality.

What's going on? Didn't the TV station schedule a recording for tomorrow? Did they come to scout out the location today? The thing is, there's nothing worth scouting here!

Although he had doubts in his mind, he did not hesitate to get up and open the courtyard gate. Seeing only a middle-aged woman at the gate, he gave up the idea.

"Hello, this is Chen Qing. Is there something you need?"

Chen Qing didn't recognize the woman, but judging from her clothes, she was certainly not short of money; the bag she was carrying was worth two or three months' salary for most people.

“My name is Ha Wen, and I am Li Yong’s wife. Teacher He recommended that you could help with my husband’s treatment. I’m sorry to trouble you.”

Ha Wen knew Chen Qing was very young, but she was still very surprised when she actually met him. This person was really too young. If it weren't for Teacher He's strong recommendation and the fact that the United States had declared that it could not restrain her, she would not have risked returning to China.

"Oh! Hello, where is your husband?" Chen Qing glanced around again but didn't see anyone else, not counting the live streamers.

My husband and daughter are currently at your old house.

Since that was the case, Chen Qing naturally couldn't stay at the Mushroom House any longer. He returned to the old house with Ha Wen and, sure enough, saw quite a few people standing in the courtyard.

He wasn't familiar with the others, but he did know Li Yong, since he had watched his shows and the Spring Festival Gala in his previous life. Besides, he was the only one in a wheelchair at the scene, so it was hard not to pay attention to him.

Of course, as a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he could tell at a glance that Li Yong was already terminally ill, and if anyone else had treated him, he would have lived for at most a week or two.

Because of throat cancer, Li Yong couldn't speak, but he nodded weakly to Chen Qing as a greeting. Chen Qing naturally didn't mind; how could he expect Li Yong to jump up and greet him when he was in such a state?

Dr. Smith didn't know why Li Yong and his wife insisted on returning to China. He originally thought that Li Yong wanted to return to his roots after learning about his situation, since Chinese people value this quite a bit.

Although he was offered the escort service and would not be held responsible if anything went wrong, plus a substantial bonus, he naturally agreed. Unexpectedly, the result was that he had to return to China to receive traditional Chinese medicine treatment for cancer.

He admitted that the status of traditional Chinese medicine has improved a lot in recent years, but that's all for its conditioning effects. When did traditional Chinese medicine become so powerful that it can cure cancer?

What's even more outrageous is that the doctor who treated him was a young man, who probably hasn't even grown all his hair yet!

“Mr. Li Yong and Ms. Ha Wen, I must remind you both that Western medicine is still somewhat effective in treating cancer, and random treatment may worsen the condition.”

Although Smith put it rather subtly, Li Yong and Ha Wen both understood what he meant: he didn't believe Chen Qing's medical skills could cure cancer.

To be honest, they didn't believe it either. They were just trying anything, thinking that his condition couldn't get any worse. At worst, he would just pass away a day or two earlier, which would be better and would lessen his suffering.

They were muttering a lot in gibberish, which Chen Qing couldn't understand. To be honest, his gibberish was barely at level four, and he hadn't used it in years. Plus, they were talking so fast that he couldn't understand even half a sentence.

Perhaps due to the fatigue of the journey and the severity of his illness, Li Yonghu looked as if he was about to pass away.

Seeing this, Smith immediately began to insist, but unfortunately, Western medicine is at least 70% less effective without those instruments, and he simply couldn't control the illness, so he could only do useless work. Seeing this, Chen Qing stopped arguing and took out silver needles to insert into several acupoints all over Li Yong's body.

After seven needles, Li Yong, who seemed to be in serious trouble, gradually calmed down, and his pale face miraculously regained some color.

Smith was astonished by Li Yong's transformation. What was going on? He was saved with just acupuncture? Acupuncture can have such an effect?
Harvin was shocked but also felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, perhaps, this young man could cure her husband's illness.

Like his wife Hawen, Li Yong, who had just returned from the brink of death, also felt a glimmer of hope.

Others may not know, but he, the person involved, knows all too well. After being treated with acupuncture by this young man, he actually felt that his body had a little bit of strength, although it was only a tiny bit, but he could feel it.

Chen Qing himself was deeply shocked by Li Yong's transformation. The Hua Tuo Divine Needle was indeed powerful! He had been saved after only a few needle pricks, which gave him even more confidence in the treatment.

Ha Wen saw what her husband wanted to say in his eyes, and also saw the hope in his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something to Chen Qing, but because of her illness, she could only make faint breathing sounds.

"How is Mr. Chen Qing? Is my husband's illness still treatable?"

Hearing his wife ask the question that concerned him most, Li Yong stared intently at Chen Qing, for this was his last hope for survival.

Chen Qing shook his head. He was too late. If he had come in the middle stage, he would have been able to cure him. But now that he was already on the verge of death, it was not so easy to save him.

Seeing Chen Qing's reaction, the glimmer of hope that had risen in Li Yong and Ha Wen's hearts was shattered once again. Indeed, it was late-stage cancer; how could they possibly save him? They might as well live one day at a time. Dying in this picturesque place would be quite nice.

Chen Qing, unaware of the change in their minds, shook his head and then said, "A cure is unlikely, but it can be suppressed. As long as it is properly managed later, living to a hundred years old is impossible, but living another twenty or thirty years is not a problem."

"What? Mr. Chen Qing, are you serious? Can you really live another twenty or thirty years?"

Harvin looked at Chen Qing with an excited expression, and Li Yong was also excited, but he didn't say anything.

I am already 52 years old this year. If I can live another 20 or 30 years, that would be my 70s or 80s. Although I would have some regrets about leaving at that time, overall I would have far fewer regrets.

He could live with his wife for another twenty or thirty years, and see his daughter grow up, get married, and have children. If that were really the case, he could leave this world in peace.

"Hmm! It's not a big problem. You just won't be able to overexert yourself anymore, and your speech won't be as fluent as before, but normal conversation will still be fine, however..."

Everything seemed fine until Chen Qing's sudden turn of events piqued everyone's interest. It turned out that getting cured wasn't so easy after all; the important part was what followed!

"But what? Mr. Chen Qing, please speak frankly. We are prepared," Ha Wen asked Chen Qing.

"The cost of this treatment might be quite high; a conservative estimate would be around ten million."

Chen Qing roughly estimated the price of the medicinal herbs; it would take at least ten million over twenty or thirty years.

(End of this chapter)