"Grandpa Huang, Zheng Shishou is here." A Hua Rentang clerk trotted in from outside the door.

Hearing this, Huang Qingmin stood up quickly and said, "Hurry up, invite Zheng Shishou in!"

"Yes." The guy hurried out again.

He Sheng, who was sitting aside, frowned: "The city leader is also coming to Huarentang for treatment?"

Huang Qingmin laughed dryly: "That's right? His illness is quite serious. The hospital has issued a critical illness notice. I prescribed him a few days ago. This time I should have come to me for a review."

"Hey, it's right, just give Zheng City the first consultation and let me see your consultation ability. Is it OK?" Huang Qingmin suddenly thought of something and asked He Sheng.

He Sheng couldn't help but smile: "Of course it's OK, it's the same for anyone to consult."

After a while, the guy walked in from outside the house with a man in a leather jacket, and behind the man was a young man in a black suit.

"Mr. Huang, I'm here to trouble you again." Zheng Teng slowly walked in from outside the house. As soon as he entered the door, he looked at He Sheng and Wan Tianlang with his gaze.

"Is Zheng Shishou here?" Huang Qingmin hurriedly greeted him and pointed to the chair at the consultation table: "Zheng Shishou, sit."

Zheng Teng nodded, walked slowly to the chair and sat down.

"Mr. Huang, are these two people here for the medical treatment?"

"Oh, no, they are here to discuss the acquisition. It just so happens that this gentleman is also a doctor, so let him have a consultation for you." Huang Qingmin pointed at He Sheng and said.

Zheng Teng looked at He Sheng with a little thoughtful expression, then nodded: "Okay, it's the same for anyone to show it. Anyway, my disease is like this..."

He Sheng smiled without saying a word, walked to the table and looked at Zheng Teng's whole body with a gaze.

Zheng Teng is about the early forties, with sparse hair, yellow face and dispersed eyes. Although he pretends to be very energetic, there is a hint of pain on his face from time to time. His right hand is always on his stomach, gently pressing his abdomen.

"Come on, let's take the first pulse of Zheng City first and talk about the symptoms."

Huang Qingmin urgently wanted to see He Sheng's ability to consult. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching, and taking pulses is just a common method of consultation. Of course, it is also the simplest one. However, if a doctor is seriously ill, has a disordered pulse, and inexperienced doctors cannot diagnose the other party's condition by taking pulses.

He Sheng smiled and shook his head: "No need to take the pulse. Zheng Shishou is currently in the advanced stage of gastric cancer. The cancer cells have metastasized, affecting kidney function, and the tumor growth has reached the late stage. As for the specific symptoms, sometimes abdominal cramps, coughing up blood, and lack of appetite..."

"This..." Huang Qingmin's face changed and he looked at He Sheng in surprise: "How did you know?"

"Look." He Sheng replied with a smile: "Zheng Shishou's face turned yellow. When he was suffering from abdominal pain, his right hand covered his stomach and his lips were light blue. This is a symptom of tumor virus in his body. Furthermore, Zheng Shishou's shortness of breath means that the cancer cells have spread, not only the kidneys, but even the lungs..."

"The hospital should have issued a critical illness notice, and there are about forty days left..." He Sheng said softly.

After hearing this, it was not only Huang Qingming, but also Zheng Teng's face changed. He nodded suddenly: "It turns out that I only have forty days, and the critical illness notice is two months..."

"If you have a good mentality, fifty days are fine, and two months is too luxurious." He Sheng said rationally.

"How is that..." Zheng Teng frowned, his expression did not change much. It seemed that he was optimistic and did not feel frustrated or afraid because of what He Sheng said.

Hearing He Sheng's words, Huang Qingmin couldn't help but smile bitterly. He Sheng said everything was right. Zheng Teng's time was indeed not left, and as time went by, he would become more and more painful. By the last twenty days, he would not even be able to get out of bed, and his internal organs would gradually become exhausted.

Huang Qingmin was very surprised. He Sheng did not take Zheng Teng's pulse, but why did he understand Zheng Teng's situation so well?

It seems that this young man’s medical skills are quite clever!

"Well, you...you prescribe the first prescription for Zheng City, prescribe a prescription that can relieve pain and prevent cancer cells from spreading..."

He heard this and was about to speak, but he saw two familiar figures coming from the yard. The two of them walked very fast and soon walked into the room.

"Why didn't I let me treat you when I was Zheng Shishou? It turned out that I ran to Huarentang. I wonder if this Huarentang doctor can cure Zheng Shishou's disease?" The person who spoke was not someone else, but Li Rui.

Li Rui was full of energy and walked with a strong wind. His eyes were always looking at Zheng Teng sitting at the table, and he ignored He Sheng who was standing beside him.

However, Peng Jing, behind Li Rui, saw He Sheng, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Young Master Rui, He Sheng is here too." Peng Jing said to Li Rui.

Li Rui looked up and looked at He Sheng. The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly froze, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Why are you here too? Didn't I say that I don't need to worry about my illness!" Zheng Teng, who was originally calm, had a very ugly expression when he saw Li Rui's appearance, and even a little disgust appeared in his eyes.

Li Rui turned his gaze away from He Sheng and sneered at Zheng Teng: "Is that so? Why did Zheng Shishou still use the prescription I gave?"

"I said that Zheng Shishou's illness is the only one who can treat it in China. As for foreign countries, I'm afraid I can only undergo chemotherapy and prolong my life. Instead of doing something that makes people trouble, it's better to let me treat it, which can also reduce a lot of pain. Why is Zheng Shishou so wronged himself?" Li Rui's tone was impressed, with a sense of threat.

"No need!" Zheng Teng turned his head aside and didn't even look at Li Rui.

"Dare you ask, who is this gentleman?" Huang Qingmin looked at Li Rui with a look.

Li Rui smiled and said, "Hello Mr. Huang, I am the son of national player Li Jingfeng, my name is Li Rui."

"Li Jingfeng? Mr. Li?" Huang Qingmin's eyes widened, his eyes full of shock.

Who doesn’t know that among the four major players, Li Jingfeng ranks first, and his medical skills are superb. He heard that he can cure cancer with acupuncture alone. Although Huang Qingmin is not a national player, his apprentice is Tong Shanjing, one of the four major players, so Huang Qingmin is very familiar with the title of national player.

"That's right!" Li Rui nodded: "Mr. Huang, please advise Zheng Shishou. I can cure his disease, but he just won't let me treat it. Zheng Shishou is only in his forties. If he dies because of the illness, it would be a pity."

"This..." Huang Qingmin looked at Zheng Teng with a calm face, and his expression seemed a little embarrassed.
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