The female doctor farmed the land, bought a husband and set up a separate household

The plump man is Mr. Hu's eldest son.

Under his leadership, a group of doctors who came to treat Mr. Hu came to a large room in the backyard.

Mr. Hu has been seriously ill for more than half a year. It is said that he was in a daze most of the time and could not even recognize his own son. His lower body could not move and he could only lie in bed all day and be served by others.

There is no filial son for a patient who has been sick for a long time. Seeing that there was no one to turn to for help, his sons gradually stopped caring about him. They cleared out a room in the backyard and hired two old women to look after him, hoping that out of sight, out of mind.

Even when Mr. Hu was lucid, he would get angry and curse at people, but he would soon fall into an unconscious state again, so his sons did not need to be afraid of him.

This time, the reward for medical treatment was offered by him three days ago when he was conscious and asked the owner of Tongxin Hall to help him. Moreover, he acted first and reported to the owner later, so that the matter became known to everyone before his sons knew about it.

Doctors from hundreds of miles around came to hear the news, and Mr. Hu's sons had no choice but to arrange today's consultation.

Looking at his old friend lying motionless on the bed, his eyes cloudy and lifeless, like a puppet with its soul taken away, Mr. Liu felt deeply moved.

But who can be blamed for this?

The sons thought that since the disease couldn't be cured anyway, it would be a waste of money to continue the treatment. But Mr. Hu thought that the entire Hu family fortune was earned by him, so what if he spent all the money?

It's just that the husband has his own reasons and the wife has her own reasons.

"Everyone," Boss Hu was already familiar with dealing with this kind of thing. He did not seem too enthusiastic about the doctors who came today. He just did his job and asked for help. "Please come one by one. After everyone has had their pulse checked, you can tell us your opinions. Then, please ask the shopkeeper of Tongxin Hall to check it."

The owner of Tongxin Hall was named Qiu, an old doctor with a youthful face and white hair. He had some friendship with Mr. Hu, but he couldn't cure Mr. Hu's illness.

The doctors standing at the front began to come forward one by one, but after taking the pulse, many of them just shook their heads and stood aside without saying a word, and some even left directly.

The two people that Jiang Sining favored also seemed to be at a loss, but it seemed that they had some treatment plans in mind.

When it was the turn of the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced doctor, he simply felt Mr. Hu's pulse and quickly gave up his seat.

Finally it was Jiang Sining's turn.

When she heard people roughly describe Mr. Hu's symptoms, she had a rough conclusion in her mind that Mr. Hu was most likely suffering from cerebral infarction, also known as cerebral thrombosis.

This disease has a high degree of genetic factors and usually occurs in older people, those who are overweight and those who do not like exercise. All of these conditions apply to Mr. Hu.

Even in modern times, there is no particularly good or quick cure for cerebral infarction.

However, it is recorded in the Lingxiu Acupuncture Method, but it must be combined with internal strength, and it has never been actually applied, so it is not known whether it works or not.

"Everyone, have you read it?" Shopkeeper Qiu saw Jiang Sining stand up and said, "If you have a conclusion, please let me know."

"Let me speak first." A doctor that Jiang Sining favored spoke first, "This gentleman should have been struck by a cold."

"Well, sir, that's a good idea," said Shopkeeper Qiu, "but I wonder if there is a cure?"

"It's not easy to completely cure it," the doctor said, "You can only recuperate slowly, and it depends on your luck."

There was a hint of disappointment in Shopkeeper Qiu's eyes.

In fact, this doctor's conclusion is the same as that of most doctors, and it has been tried, but the effect is not very good.

Moreover, this was not the treatment method that Mr. Hu wanted. He wanted to recover to the best condition in the shortest possible time.

Of course, this is very difficult.

But if it wasn't difficult, why would they offer such a huge reward of 3000 taels?

"What about the rest of you?"

Seeing that no one was talking, the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced doctor stepped out and said, "I have a different opinion."

"Oh?" Shopkeeper Qiu rarely heard someone with a different opinion, and his eyes lit up. "What's your name, sir?"

"What's your last name?"

"Mr. He," said Shopkeeper Qiu, "just now you said you had different opinions. May I ask if you were referring to the diagnosis of the disease or the method of treatment?"

"They are all different." Doctor He said, "Mr. Hu, it's not that he was struck by some evil spirit at all!"

"what is that?"

"He is haunted by a vengeful ghost!"

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Everyone gasped, and soon someone remembered his origins.

"I heard that there is a famous doctor in the southwest. He doesn't need any medicine to cure diseases. Instead, he burns a magic talisman into ashes and dissolves it in water," someone said. "After the patient drinks it, no matter whether the disease is serious or minor, he will be cured within three days! He can even bring the dead back to life!"

Everyone looked at Doctor He. Could it be him?

"Haha, I'm grateful to the local people for giving me the title of miracle doctor." Doctor He said, "But rumors are inevitably biased. I can't cure all diseases. I can only treat people like Mr. Hu who are haunted by evil spirits, vengeful spirits, and vengeful ghosts."

Jiang Sining couldn't help laughing when he saw him talking nonsense seriously.

The goddamn trick of bringing the dead back to life by burning a paper talisman can only survive in a world like this.

But that's how human nature is. When you've tried everything and still nothing works, you'd rather believe it and try all sorts of tricks like folk remedies, witchcraft and necromancy, in the hope of getting away with it.

Even doctors like Manager Qiu are no exception.

So when Doctor He said that Mr. Hu was haunted by a vengeful ghost, his heart had actually begun to waver.

Even doctors are like this, and the people of the Liu family are even more so.

Although they were reluctant to spend too much money on Mr. Hu, his sons would naturally be willing to do so if they could cure him with 3000 taels.

Mr. Hu, who is in good health, has at least 20 years left to help them earn dozens or hundreds of 3000 taels of silver.

Ordinary people can calculate this kind of account very clearly, let alone people in the business world like the Liu family.

So Boss Hu and Shopkeeper Qiu exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's intentions.

It's better to try it out than to give it a try. How do you know it won't work if you don't try it?

"Doctor He," said Hu Laoda, bowing his hands, "I'd like to ask you to save my father."

"Haha, no problem." Seeing that the host had already opened his mouth and the money was almost in his pocket, Doctor He could not hide the smile on his face and said, "I came here to cure diseases and save lives."

"Doctor He," Shopkeeper Qiu asked, "Please let me know if you need anything. We will prepare it immediately."

"No, I brought everything with me."

After saying that, Doctor He opened the package and took out a set of Taoist robes, a peach wood sword, a stack of paper talismans painted with cinnabar, an incense burner and a few incense sticks.

There were only so many things, and they looked a little shabby, but in the eyes of others, these mysterious props seemed to have spirituality, and they deeply attracted everyone's attention.

"Mr. Xiao," Mr. Liu asked quietly, "Do you think he can do it?"

OK?

Jiang Sining shook his head and said loudly: "No."

These two straightforward and powerful words were like a thunderclap that woke everyone up.

Doctor He also narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly, and asked, "Young doctor, what do you think?"