Chapter 1140: This Is Also Called Trouble?

Ayaka Fujiwara sighed softly. Township, Village, Confession, Internet

The breeze was blowing, rustling the branches beside her.

"Ahh

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Fujiwara Ayaka looked at her mother strangely.

Because her mother was paralyzed, she could no longer speak, and she could not understand what others were saying, and only occasionally made this excited expression, so she did not understand this meaning.

The attendant woman, who had taken care of Mrs. Fujiwara for many years, understood what Mrs. Fujiwara meant, and explained: "Miss, it's 8 o'clock, maybe Madame is in a hurry to go to the Zen Monastery to listen to Master Wuxiang's lecture on Buddhism." Only this time, Madame will be like this. ”

"Well, it probably is. Fujiwara Ayaka thought about it, her mother has believed in Buddhism for many years, and she likes the master of Kinkakuji the most.

Speaking of Master Wuxiang, Fujiwara Ayaka also knows that Master Wuxiang died when he was a teenager because of an earthquake at home, but thanks to his mother's help, he can continue to live. Later, the reason why he was able to enter Kinkakuji Temple and was accepted as an apprentice by Zen Master Withered Leaves was also because of his mother's help.

In the past, Master Muxiang would always leave Kinkakuji Temple for a period of time to travel outside, but since his mother's accident, Master Wuxiang has been staying in the Zen temple, studying medical skills, and trying to cure his mother's illness.

For Master Wuxiang, Fujiwara Ayaka is also very grateful.

After all, she had been busy working in Tokyo before, and every weekend, it was Master Wuxiang who accompanied her mother like half a son.

"Mom, don't move, be careful of falling. Okay, okay, I see, it's time to go see Master Wuxiang. Fujiwara Ayaka pushed Mrs. Fujiwara to the Zen temple like a child.

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"Mrs. Fujiwara is here!"

Originally, there were many monks at the gate to watch the excitement, and I don't know who shouted, and everyone dispersed.

Seeing the attendants of the Fujiwara family, and many bodyguards coming, the deep weight of Kinkakuji Temple was folded with his hands and chanted: "Amitabha." ”

Then, the monks got out of the way and let Lady Fujiwara in.

They are all very familiar with the people of the Fujiwara family. I know that Mrs. Fujiwara comes to see Senior Brother Wuxiang every week, and the relationship between Senior Brother Wuxiang and Mrs. Fujiwara is also very understanding. So, at this time, these monks slowly dispersed, not disturbing the senior brother Wuxiang chanting and praying for Mrs. Fujiwara.

Just walked in, Fujiwara Ayaka saw the monk Wuxiang sitting with a handsome young man.

The monk himself is a handsome and rare beautiful man. However, compared to the man next to him, it was still a step behind.

When the man spoke, he always smiled, and at first glance, he didn't feel anything special, but listening to him and watching his behavior, Fujiwara Ayaka couldn't help but think of a sentence in the heart of an ancient man describing a beautiful man: A gentleman is like jade, gentle and elegant.

"Huh?" It's just that after a few more glances, Ayaka Fujiwara suddenly found that this man was a little familiar!

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you know him?" The female attendant on the side saw her young lady in surprise, and her face changed a little, and she couldn't help asking.

Fujiwara Aya couldn't help but smile and said, "Didn't you mention to me that Yang Yunfan Divine Doctor just now? Isn't this man sitting with Master Wuxiang Yang Yunfan?"

"What? he's Yang Yunfan," the female attendant was also dumbfounded when she heard this. I thought that Yang Yunfan was very difficult to serve, and even the old man said that he was unruly, but this person sat with the monk Wuxiang, smiling and talking, and he didn't look so annoying.

"Ahh

She didn't have any impression of anyone else, almost like dementia, but every time she saw the unphased monk, she was very emotional. Therefore, the people of the Fujiwara family often brought her to Kinkakuji in the hope of stimulating her and making her better.

"Lady Fujiwara, you're here! Lately, are you okay?" Monk Wuxiang hurriedly stepped forward, leaned down, and held Lady Fujiwara's only movable left hand with both hands. Her hands were a little dry and cold to the touch, and they couldn't compare with the gentle and delicate noble lady of a few years ago.

This made the monk Wuxiang very uncomfortable in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Yang Yunfan and pleaded, "Mr. Yang, this is the Lady Fujiwara I mentioned to you. Look, can her illness be cured?"

The others also looked at Yang Yunfan suddenly.

"Brother Yang, this aunt looks so pitiful. The monk Wuxiang is very good, I lied to him, he was not angry, and invited me to drink kumquat honey tea. Can you help that aunt?" Jiang Xiaoya pulled Yang Yunfan's clothes behind him and pleaded.

"Yes, Yang Yunfan, I can't get used to seeing others crying. Every time I see this scene, I want to cry along with it. Ye Qingxue cried every time she watched a bitter love drama at home, and when she encountered this kind of tragedy in reality, she was even more uncomfortable than anyone else, urging Yang Yunfan again and again.

"Well, I'm not a hard-hearted person. Why am I like a big demon?"

Yang Yunfan comforted the two women and walked up to Mrs. Fujiwara.

"Mr. Yang......"

Seeing that the monk Wuxiang's face was excited, as if he wanted to kneel down and plead, Yang Yunfan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't kneel yet, I'll take a preliminary look first, and then say." ”

"Okay, Mr. Yang, please!" the monk hurriedly moved out of the way.

Yang Yunfan squatted in front of Mrs. Fujiwara and asked her a few questions, but the other party didn't seem to understand. Then, she pinched Mrs. Fujiwara's limbs again, except for the left hand that reacted more flexibly, the reaction of the left leg was already very slow, but there was still some sensation.

As for the right limb, it is almost completely paralyzed.

Yang Yunfan stood up and asked Fujiwara Aya on the side, "Are you her daughter?"

"Hay, Dr. Young, please. Fujiwara Ayaka looked at this legendary miracle doctor, and his father also said that this person was unruly and did not give face to the Fujiwara family. If he went back and told his father that the other party didn't ask for anything this time, and directly helped his mother see a doctor, would he be shocked?

Yang Yunfan said: "Your mother should have suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and then had a craniotomy and drainage operation, and this situation occurred, right?"

"Yes. Fujiwara Ayaka nodded.

Yang Yunfan took advantage of Mrs. Fujiwara's mouth to scream, looked at her tongue coating, checked her pulse again, and then said: "The tongue is red, the moss is less, and the pulse is weak and weak, it seems that your mother should not sleep well at night, and she is easy to wake up, and her appetite is not very good, right?"

"Yes!

A glimmer of light flashed in Fujiwara Ayaka's eyes, this Yang Yunfan lived up to his name, he didn't ask, but he knew all the circumstances of his mother, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"The right limb is paralyzed, the speech is unfavorable, I can't understand the meaning, well, typical stroke hemiplegia. It can be cured, but it's a bit troublesome. It may take three or five days......" Yang Yunfan frowned, and then sighed, as if he felt that it would take too long.

It's just that what he said almost scared the people on the side to death.

He opened his mouth to say that it was troublesome, and everyone thought that he couldn't be cured, but Qi Qi raised his heart to his throat! However, Yang Yunfan's next sentence almost didn't make everyone angry!

The problem that can be cured in three or five days, you actually say that it is troublesome, and you actually say that it is slow?

As far as Mrs. Fujiwara's stroke hemiplegia is concerned, she is basically a wasted person, and others may not be cured for three or five years!