Feng Wujiang, who walked into the ward, saw that his daughter's expression was as flat as usual, and his anxious eyes stared at Feng Ruonan, "Ruonan, your illness, Xiao Xiong told me that I am not optimistic, what is wrong, what is the disease?"

"Dad, I'm probably dying. After Feng Ruonan finished speaking, tears fell down, and only when facing the closest people would Feng Ruonan's fragile side be revealed.

These words made Feng Wujiang instantly petrified in place, in his memory, his daughter almost never shed tears in front of him when she grew up, this time, it seems that she really encountered a hurdle that she couldn't overcome.

"What?!" Feng Wujiang was anxious and rushed to Feng Ruonan.

Feng Ruonan told his father what Xiao Xiong said as it was, Feng Wujiang was speechless for a long time, even if he had experienced countless winds and waves, he felt powerless in the face of the situation at this moment.

After being silent for a while, Feng Wujiang suddenly exclaimed: "Didn't Xiao Xiong say that you will be saved if you find the flavor medicine primer?"

"Dad!"

As soon as Feng Ruonan stood up, Feng Wujiang rushed out of the ward.

Tightly grasping Xiao Xiong who was standing in the corridor, Feng Wujiang said in an almost pleading tone: "Xiao Xiong, can Ruonan's illness still be cured?"

"It's hard. Xiao Xiong didn't hide anything, there was a heavy sense of loss in his eyes, and he knew very well what it meant to have the disease tribulus terrestris.

"I have lived for half my life, and I have never begged anyone, today I beg you, please save Ruonan......" Feng Wujiang's face was grim, he grabbed Xiao Xiong's arms, shook violently, and his emotions were about to get out of control.

Xiao Xiong held Feng Wujiang and said with a calm expression: "Uncle, don't say that, it's serious, I will definitely do my best to help Ruonan heal." ”

Without communicating too much with Feng Wujiang, Xiao Xiong hurriedly walked to the door of the dean's office, hesitated and did not reach out and knock on the door, hesitating in his heart, maybe Huang Lao could know if the cold star grass still existed in this world.

"Xiao Xiong?" Huang Lao put down the Parker pen in his hand and looked at Xiao Xiong with a nervous and anxious look in his slightly puzzled eyes.

"Huang Lao, Feng Ruonan has tribulus terrestris, and now the situation is very critical, I must find a herb to use as a medicine primer, so that I can have a chance to cure her disease. ”

Sudden news, Huang Lao, who was busy with affairs, didn't know about Feng Ruonan's emergency admission to the hospital last night, and when he heard Xiao Xiong say this, his face was full of shock, he frowned tightly, and looked at Xiao Xiong in a puzzled tone and said: "Tribulus terrestris, what kind of disease is this? I haven't heard of it, what other herbs are there, what are you talking about?"

"Hey!"

Anxious and confused, Xiao Xiong didn't know how to explain to Huang Lao the rare disease that Feng Ruonan suffered, Xiao Xiong in his previous life called this disease tribulus terrestris, but what the scientific name of the real hospital was, he himself did not know.

"It's a heart-related disease, if it can't be cured within a month, Feng Ruonan will die! I'll explain it to you later, do you know the Cold Star Grass?" Xiao Xiong asked in a hurried tone.

Somehow, Xiao Xiong has never been so panicked when he treats other patients on weekdays, but now that the matter is about Feng Ruonan's life and death, he is even more anxious than if he has a terminal illness.

When Huang Lao heard this, he couldn't help but show a blank look, and thought carefully in his mind: Hanxing Grass, is there such a herb?

Hundreds of herbs that have been recorded in medical books throughout the ages are familiar with it, and Huang Lao thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember the name of this unfamiliar herb.

"What is Cold Star Grass?"

Sure enough, as he expected, maybe the cold star grass has long been extinct, and the last remaining hope was dashed in an instant, Xiao Xiong's heart was like a knife in an instant, or there is another possibility, the current Chinese medicine has given the cold star grass a new name for this herb.

"A herbaceous plant that is difficult to find, if you can't find it, Feng Ruonan's disease can't be cured at all. Xiao Xiong's tone was full of frustration, and he clenched his fist and pounded the table.

Half-aware of Xiao Xiong's words, Huang Lao hurriedly said, "Take me to see Miss Feng first!"

The four doctors who were called to the conference room for a meeting by Xiao Xiong last night received an urgent notice and rushed to the large conference room, where Huang Lao and Huang Chuxue were waiting for them.

Huang Lao preliminarily checked Feng Ruonan's physical condition, there was no abnormality at all, only Xiao Xiong described that Feng Ruonan had purple patches the size of fingernails on the inner thighs, which was a very special symptom, somewhat similar to purpura, but it was by no means the same disease.

"Mr. Huang, we feel that this patient's disease requires surgery to remove the tumor under the chest, which is very risky, and it is recommended to treat it conservatively. The young doctor said in a cautious tone.

Looking at the CT film and listening to the four doctors describe their judgment of Feng Ruonan's condition, Huang Lao frowned, smoked vigorously, and didn't spit out a word for a long time.

"Xiao Xiong, what is the name of the herb you asked me about before?" After the meeting ended, Huang Lao hesitated, suddenly thought of someone, and turned to ask Xiao Xiong.

"Cold Star Grass. ”

"I didn't know there was such an herb, but I know an old Chinese medicine doctor who knows more about Chinese medicine than I do, why don't I take you to him and see if he can help?"

As if seeing the light of hope, Xiao Xiong said with excited eyes: "Okay, let's go now!"

After simply communicating with Feng Ruonan and Feng Wujiang, the two business vehicles drove out of the parking lot of the city hospital, Feng Ruonan stayed in the hospital, and Feng Wujiang insisted on following Xiao Xiong and Huang Lao, in order to find the old doctor Huang Lao said.

"Everyone calls him Doctor Zhou, his real name is Zhou Wuyi, a native of other provinces, I knew him more than 20 years ago, when I was still an ordinary doctor, he taught me a lot, but this Doctor Zhou's temper is very strange. In the back seat of the car, Huang Lao described to Xiao Xiong with an anxious look.

Imagining what kind of old man this would be, Xiao Xiong inadvertently thought of Xu Lao, and said in his heart: The master has always been in the people?

"Okay, I see, can I find his house now? I'll talk to him. Xiao Xiong's firm tone responded.

"He lives in a very remote place, a few years ago, I persuaded him several times, the city house is ready for his old man, he is reluctant to live. Huang Lao's tone revealed some helplessness.

The business car left the downtown area of Haicheng, two hours later, came to an unknown village on the outskirts of the city, dirty and messy environment, a one-meter-wide sewage ditch across the entrance of the village, three children in tattered clothes chasing a dog laughing and playing, looking at it, rows of low bungalows, at first glance there is no difference at all, every household is almost the same.

"How could Mr. Zhou live in such a place?" Smelling the stench coming from the side of the road, several people walked into the narrow crooked alley, and Feng Wujiang frowned and asked.

Huang Lao turned sideways, looked at Feng Wujiang and said: "This is called Wuli Village, his old man said that he is used to it, and he doesn't want other people to disturb him, usually the people in the village have a headache and brain fever, he can also help." ”

I don't know how long I went around the urban village, the alleys that extended in all directions, almost didn't dim Xiao Xiong, and finally came to the depths of an alley, with a tattered canopy outside the door, and the red wooden door across the diagonal was full of mottled marks, the breeze blew, creaking and crunching, and it seemed that the door would break away from the wall with a slight pull.

"Brother Zhou, are you at home?" asked Huang Lao when he knocked on the door and rushed into the house.

The door slowly opened, and the smell of the coal stove and the damp musty smell came out, and the three of them walked into the small room, Xiao Xiong observed the old room of only thirty square meters, there was a compartment on the left side, the house was surrounded by four walls, there was not a single piece of modern furniture, there was a Buddha statue on the square table, and there were two candles and a radio.

"Brother Huang, why didn't you come alone today?" Squinting at the three people who entered the house, Zhou Wuyi frowned, revealing a somewhat bored tone.

Xiao Xiong looked at the old man, his hair was sparse and gray, and he was about to fall out, but his deep eyes were full of strange brilliance, and his rickety body was sitting on a chair, skinny, dressed in dark blue cloth, and holding a string of eight-petal King Kong in his hand.

"I hope it didn't disturb you to rest, these two are my friends, Xiao Xiong, Feng Wujiang. Huang Lao smiled awkwardly and introduced.

Zhou Wuyi glanced at Xiao Xiong and Feng Wujiang, his eyes were a little more playful and suspicious, Xiao Xiong stepped forward and greeted: "Old Mr. Zhou, hello." ”

"Are you Xiao Xiong of the Xiao family?" Zhou Wuyi asked in an indifferent tone.

Xiao Xiong wanted to say that he had severed relations with the Xiao family, but when the words came to his lips, he held back and did not make a sound.

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