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Chapter 228 Give birth to a son?
"Well, Doctor Zhou, brother Zhao's family is not here, they are all in the capital." Qi Xinghua said.

"They're all in the capital? Is it convenient for them to come back?" Zhou Bingkun asked.

"It's nothing inconvenient or inconvenient. I'll just contact them and let them come back." Qi Xinghua said.

"Then do you want to prescribe a prescription now?" Ma Shouchang asked.

Zhou Bingkun didn't answer right away.

He thought for a moment, and said, "Old Zhao, let me give you acupuncture first, so that you won't feel so uncomfortable."

"Okay." Zhao Shumin nodded.He didn't say much, he seemed to be mentally prepared.

Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and asked Zhao Shumin to lie on the bed, and he began to give needles.

This time, he still used Qi to control the needle.

He inserted the needle very quickly, covering his whole body in just a few breaths.

One minute later, Zhao Shumin's lightly furrowed brows loosened.

Another minute and he fell asleep.

Zhou Bingkun and the others walked lightly to the living room outside.

"Brother Zhao fell asleep. He was tortured by illness and couldn't rest well." Qi Xinghua said with an ugly face.

"That's right, thanks to Dr. Zhou, otherwise we wouldn't know that brother Zhao has been suffering from illnesses." Ma Shouchang also said sadly.

"Doctor Zhou, are you sure you can cure Brother Zhao's illness? What is his illness?" Qi Xinghua still asked.

"The whole body is sick, I don't know where to start, and" Zhou Bingkun hesitated to speak.

"And what? Say it!" Qi Xinghua said anxiously.

"And life is running out." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly.

"What? Doctor Zhou, are you reading that right?" Qi Xinghua asked hastily.

"Old Zhao's physical condition, you can find another better Chinese medicine doctor, and you can basically see it." Zhou Bingkun said.

"Then how long is Brother Zhao?" Ma Shouchang asked.

"It's hard to say, but there are still more than three months." Zhou Bingkun thought for a while.

"Is there nothing else to do?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"I have nothing to do." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly.Although he is inhuman, he is not a fairy god, and he is often powerless.

"Then I'll inform Zhao Jianjun to let him and the older sisters come back." Qi Xinghua hurriedly said.

"Qi Lao, you can call a few more doctors over to confirm." Zhou Bingkun took the initiative.He knew that if he didn't say anything, Qi Xinghua would look for her too.When he said it, everyone had a good face.

"Okay, I'll contact the experts from the Provincial Hospital immediately." Qi Xinghua said directly.He was in no mood to be polite.

"Then I'll contact the experts from [-]." Ma Shouchang also said.He also panicked.

After half an hour.

Provincial Hospital, [-] Hospital, City Hospital, many experts came.Li Qingde also came.

"Bingkun, what's the matter, why are there so many doctors?" Li Qingde called Zhou Bingkun into the yard and asked in a low voice.

"Master, I can't tell. You can wait and see the situation." Zhou Bingkun did not dare to say the actual situation.

"It's hard to say? Could it be that Mr. Zhao is not in good health?" Li Qingde is very smart, he guessed it right away.

"It's about the same, master, you can also go and feel the pulse later." Zhou Bingkun said.He knew that Li Qingde's medical skills could also be seen.

After a while.

yard.

After asking about the situation, Qi Xinghua and Ma Shouchang sent away the other doctors, leaving only Zhou Bingkun.When Li Qingde left, he specifically told Zhou Bingkun to be more careful, not to speak big words, but to leave room for himself.

It is a good thing for a doctor to cure the disease and save the patient, but if the family members of the patient are not satisfied, it will be troublesome.

"Doctor Zhou, those experts say that brother Zhao can't live for more than one month, and only you say more than three months. What's going on?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"My acupuncture can relieve Mr. Zhao's condition and allow him to have a good rest. After Mr. Zhao rests, his health will be better, so the time will be longer." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"That's right, why didn't those experts talk about acupuncture just now?" Ma Shouchang asked.He knew that there was an expert who was also good at acupuncture just now.

"My acupuncture is quite special, which is why I have such an effect. Others can't." Zhou Bingkun said truthfully.Invisibly, he radiated light again.He is still different from ordinary people.Although he couldn't cure Zhao Shumin's disease, he still had a way to make Zhao Shumin live a few more months.

"Doctor Zhou, your medical skills are better." Qi Xinghua said.He wanted to laugh but couldn't.

In the evening, Zhou Bingkun had a simple meal at Qi Xinghua's house without drinking, because everyone was not in the mood.

have eaten.

Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin acupuncture again, which allowed him to sleep well at night.

a few days later.

night.

Zhao Shumin's house.

Zhao Shumin's youngest son, Zhao Jianjun, and several daughters came back.

Zhou Bingkun is here.Qi Xinghua is also there, but Ma Shouchang is not.

Zhao Shumin's condition was known to his children.

In the living room, everyone was silent.

Zhao Shumin's daughters couldn't help wiping away their tears.

"Don't be like this. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings. It's no big deal." Zhao Shumin laughed.In the past few days, Zhou Bingkun has come to give him acupuncture every day, so that he can have a good rest, and his spirit is better.

"Dad, I have let you down." Zhao Jianjun bowed his head.He is Zhao Shumin's only son. Zhao Shumin hoped that he could give birth to a son so that the Zhao family would have a descendant, but he was found infertile and unable to have children, even if he had no daughter.He is about 40 years old, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with sharp eyes and high status, but he also has unsolvable troubles.

"It's not your fault, and you don't have to blame yourself." Zhao Shumin said disappointedly.He is not afraid of death, but it is difficult for him to accept not having grandchildren.

"Jianjun, can your illness be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"It can't be cured. I have been abroad to see it, but it can't be cured." Zhao Jianjun said helplessly.

"Then do you want to let Doctor Zhou take a look?" Qi Xinghua asked.He has great confidence in Zhou Bingkun's medical skills.He personally experienced Zhou Bingkun's miraculous medical skills.The cough that has plagued him for many years, many experts have nothing to do, but Zhou Bingkun just slapped him.

"Then try it." Zhao Jianjun actually didn't believe Zhou Bingkun, but he didn't refuse Qi Xinghua.He always kept a glimmer of hope in his heart. He hoped that the disease could be cured and he could pass on the Zhao family's family.He didn't want to make his father regret, and he didn't want to make himself regret either.

Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and began to feel the pulse of Zhao Jianjun.

One minute later, Zhou Bingkun finished reading, and he said directly: "This infertility should be cured."

"what?"

"what?"

"is it?"

Zhou Bingkun's words broke the silence and surprised everyone.

"Little Doctor Zhou, can it really be cured?" Zhao Shumin asked hastily.He is the most anxious person.He hoped that Zhao Jianjun's illness would be cured and he could have a son.

"Yes." Zhou Bingkun nodded.Zhao Jianjun's illness was a piece of cake to him, not a big deal.He radiated light again.He was always different, and his talent made him always so glamorous.He is always unintentionally pretentious.he did not do it on purpose.

"How?" Zhao Jianjun asked calmly.He had heard words that could cure it, but it didn't.

"It's easy to say, I'll give you acupuncture a few times, um, you and your lover should drink some Chinese medicine, so the chances of having a son will be higher." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Ah?" Zhao Jianjun was a little surprised, "What do you mean by having a better chance of having a son?"

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you ask Dr. Zhou to give you an injection." Zhao Shumin was a little impatient.He wanted to know that the Zhao family had a descendant before he died.He didn't dare to hope to see the child born.

"Doctor Zhou, where is the acupuncture?" Zhao Jianjun asked nervously.

"Go to the bedroom. After I finish acupuncture, you should be asleep, so sleep well." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

After a while.

Zhao Jianjun fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Bingkun performed acupuncture for Zhao Shumin again, making him fall asleep as well.

Say goodbye to the Zhao family.

outside the villa.

"Doctor Zhou, can Zhao Jianjun's illness really be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"Yes, this kind of infertility, Western medicine is actually only a few strokes, and difficult and miscellaneous diseases still have to see Chinese medicine." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Really? I have a relative who is also infertile." Qi Xinghua hesitated.

"It's easy to talk about, Qi Lao, you can arrange it, I'll be there whenever you call." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Well, Doctor Zhou, what kind of traditional Chinese medicine did you just say can make you have a son?" Qi Xinghua asked.He is interested in this.Of course, it's not that he wants to give birth. He wants his son Qi Peng to give birth. He already has a granddaughter and is anxious to have a grandson.

"That is a prescription for conditioning the body, and the medicine should be prescribed according to the condition of the body. But this is only to increase the chance of having a son, not to be absolutely sure of having a son." Zhou Bingkun said.He didn't expect Qi Xinghua to be interested in this, he just said it casually.

"It's fine if the chances are higher. Well, Doctor Zhou, you can go to my house now and show Qi Peng and his wife. I want to have a grandson too." Qi Xinghua said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)