I stole your luck and caused my wife's death, making you regret being a human being.

Manager Wu was surprised.

I thought to myself, I’m just showing it to you.

Let’s look at the Chinese medicine prescription.

The above is a detailed list.

Six herbs.

But there were indeed ingredients added underneath, and he hadn't looked carefully before.

"Old sir, this prescription was given to me by a client. It's said to be for women after childbirth. It's really suitable for my wife. Doesn't it need to be specific for her condition?"

The old man leaned back, unfolded a paper fan and waved it, saying, "Not only your wife, but other women who have just given birth can also eat it."

"Do you know where this recipe in your hand came from?"

"It was passed down by the imperial physicians of the past, and was specially used to treat the Empress Dowager and the princesses in the harem."

"Several of the Chinese herbs here are cold-inducing, so the imperial physician added food supplements to warm the body. You're quite a generous client, combining food therapy with medicine. The wives of the wealthy families have each kept a copy of this recipe. Next."

Manager Wu was delighted.

When I got to the hospital, I told my wife about this.

Guan Hong looked at the prescription in surprise: "You mean, ordinary people can't prescribe this prescription?"

Manager Wu said, "What the old man said is probably not true."

Guan Hong held the child in her arms and pondered, "Zheng Wendong, a man, definitely wouldn't have thought of giving this as a gift. It must have been his wife's idea. This couple is quite interesting."

Manager Wu said, "It's quite interesting, but he's really not very thoughtful. Didn't you know he came to repay the loan today..."

Monthly payment.

He finished it and Zheng Wendong pressed it until the end of the month.

Not even ready.

But this person came back to pay the money.

Manager Wu didn't want to go into the details of the process, but from this behavior, he could tell that Zheng Wendong had some ideas, but not many. He was also an honest man. At least he wouldn't think of cheating or deceiving people. He would pay back the money as soon as he made it, and he didn't even pretend to be a rich man.

I returned it on the third day after receiving the goods.

He wasn't even afraid of being exposed in front of himself.

I'm almost telling you honestly.

Guan Hong took the Chinese medicine prescription and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Manager Wu said, "What can I do? He's my lifesaver and gave me this method..."

"I told the people at the factory that we'd turn a blind eye when he comes to pick up the goods."

Originally, Manager Wu hoped to repay the favor all at once.

When Zheng Wendong buys goods from him, he will make things convenient for him, but there will always be times when he cannot make things convenient for him.

But now the other party has done this.

Manager Wu decided to give him a hand. Whether he could get up or not was up to Zheng Wendong. For him, it was just a matter of saying a word and signing a signature. He had helped many people, and one more person would not be too many.

"My dear son, it's Daddy..."

He picked up the child and chatted with his wife about other family matters.

Zheng Wendong doesn't know what's happening here.

He actually considered whether he should continue to pretend to be a businessman and settle the accounts after a month.

But think about it.

Just give up.

If it’s not, then it’s not. No matter how hard you try, it won’t look like it.

It’s better to be honest.

As a result, he unexpectedly gained the favor of Manager Wu.

Let’s not talk about this episode for now.

Mr. Huang went back to Shenzhen or Guangzhou, but he forgot where he lived.

But he still has the goods.

Mr. Huang suggested that he could develop his own business.

This will provide a better way to make money. Earning odd jobs is like God chasing you to feed you, but you drop the food on the ground.

Zheng Wendong stopped looking for odd jobs and started wandering around the top three hospitals.

Strolled for a week.

There was no result. The hospital is very big and has many departments.

Zheng Wendong can’t just go up to someone and ask, “Are you an IC?” whenever he meets one.

Neurotic behavior.

He thought, turning like this won’t work, I have to lock onto the target.

He bought two meat buns for the college student and asked him to help look up experts in the field of IC at home and abroad.

Then I found it.

There are currently three hospitals in China that provide treatment for this disease.

Among them is Beiyi Hospital, which ranks first in urology.

The second is the military region’s chief physician.

The third one is the court doctor.

Each of these three hospitals has an expert who specializes in this area.

College students strongly recommend Beiyi, saying that it is the best in the country. As for the ranking, how can it be false? It must be awesome.

Zheng Wendong said, "Thank you."

The next day he went to the Urology Department of Beiyi Hospital and had a smooth journey, with no one paying any attention to him.

He asked the expert he found online.

The clinic hours are Tuesday and Friday.

Two days a week in the outpatient clinic.

Three days of hospitalization.

Zheng Wendong failed again. This time he learned his lesson and visited all three tertiary hospitals and wrote down the experts' consultation times.

I came again on Tuesday and this time I finally didn’t miss out.

There were dozens of patients sitting on the chairs in the waiting room.

They are basically old ladies and old men.

Some had urine bags hanging from their bodies.

Some have tubes inserted.

Zheng Wendong thought to himself, how can I tell who has IC among these people?

I couldn't think of a solution, so I found a stupid way.

He stayed in the place closest to the clinic, listening and watching. He was also curious about the experts. In his eyes, doctors were awesome, and doctors in Beijing were even more awesome.

Many people from other places come here to see it.

but……

Zheng Wendong looked at the patients entering the clinic.

Doctor, "I think there's nothing wrong with your report."

"Haha, you're probably just too nervous. It's okay, go back."

Two points ended.

Next, patients from out of town, an elderly couple.

As soon as he entered, he took out a thick pile of medical records.

Doctor: "You've had a lot of tests. Well, your condition isn't serious enough for surgery. We can only observe you. Are you feeling uncomfortable? If so, take medicine. If medicine doesn't work, then there's nothing we can do. Your condition isn't serious."

Another two minutes.

Zheng Wendong stayed for fifteen minutes.

Four patients came in and out of the clinic.

The doctor told them patiently and gently that it was not a big problem and not to worry.

At this time.

I only heard someone shout, "Oh no! Someone jumped off the building."

The crowd was in an uproar and everyone ran to see what was happening.

Zheng Wendong followed the crowd and soon heard the wailing of the son of the person who jumped from the building. It was the patient from another place.

He held the report in his hand and cried until he almost fainted.

"My dad is in so much pain that he can't eat or sleep..."

"I lost dozens of pounds."

"We thought we could find out the cause of the disease by coming to Beijing..."

"There are dozens of possible causes of this disease, and every time I feel like I've grasped hope, I end up despairing. Now I come here with such high hopes, but the doctor says it's nothing..."

Finally, the patient wiped his tears with his hands, stood up, and staggered down to find his father's body, crying and laughing miserably.

"The medical care in the capital is just so-so... I will never come to this city again."

Zheng Wendong thought to himself, how miserable.

Apart from this, I have no other ideas.

Another fruitless day.

After a week without any income, Zheng Wendong finally found the person he wanted to squat at Chao District Hospital. It was a college student. Zheng Wendong had a stomachache and kept running to the toilet. He went back and forth between the toilet and the outside of the clinic, his face pale.

The college student came over and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? I see you're constantly running to the bathroom. Is this IC?"

Zheng Wendong said, "I'm not an IC."

"But I sell IC medicine, will you buy it?"