Transmigrated Son-in-law

The old man heard the busy tone from the phone and grinned, "Old Man Qin, don't even think about muddling me. Who is Feng's grandson-in-law in the end is still uncertain!"    

After Bian Suzhen arrived at the old man's study room, she searched for more than half an hour before finally finding the book Yang Xuan mentioned.    

The old book that Bian Suzhen had found was yellowed, the cover was gone, and there was even a lack of pages.    

After searching for a while, she finally found the recipe Yang Xuan mentioned in the book for treating breast cancer.    

The method written in it was a bit too simple. It was just a few simple Chinese medicines that were being tormented, followed by acupuncture and moxibustion.    

Bian Suzhen was a little doubtful, could this really cure breast cancer?    

Wasn't this too crazy!    

Moreover, the two traditional Chinese medicines mentioned above could not be used together with the patient. Otherwise, the patient would suffer from dizziness, vomiting and other symptoms.    

In the old man's study room, Bian Suzhen took a photo of Yang Xuan and then shared her thoughts with him.    

Yang Xuan only replied with two simple words, "Thank you."    

Bian Suzhen: "Scram!"    

Yang Xuan looked at the picture that Bian Suzhen sent him and fell into deep thought.    

The Chinese medicine mentioned above was not some expensive medicine. Instead, it was something that could be bought in a small hospital for a few dollars.    

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Xuan decided to give it a try. In any case, the hospital had already issued a notice of critical illness.    

Half an hour later, Yang Xuan appeared at the second floor of Rongcheng Academy.    

He held the decocted Chinese medicine in his hand and had a few silver needles he had bought from the pharmacy in his pocket.    

He called Lee Hao, and not long after, Lee Hao appeared with red eyes.    

"What's wrong?" Yang Xuan had a bad feeling about this.    

Lee Hao sniffed and replied, "Since my return, the hospital has issued two medical notices. The 200,000 yuan you lent me has already been spent due to chemotherapy. The oncologist in the hospital said three days is the longest period of our lives."    

Yang Xuan nodded: "I got a prescription from a friend for treating breast cancer, I think I can let auntie try it."    

"Earth?" Is it working? " A trace of hope once again lit up on Lee Hao's originally gloomy face.    

Yang Xuanyao shook his head: "I don't dare to say, this friend of mine is from a Chinese medicine family. His grandfather is famous both at home and abroad for his Chinese medicine family, I think I can give it a try."    

"Alright, big brother Xuan, I believe in you."    

"Yes." "There's no time to lose, let's hurry to the ward!"    

A few minutes later, Lee Hao and Yang Xuan arrived at the ward.    

There was only one patient, and she was lying on the bed in her hospital gown.    

He had an oxygen mask on his nose and various instruments on the bedside table.    

This person was Lee Hao's mother.    

She was lying on the sickbed in her old age. When she heard that someone was coming, she turned her head with great difficulty. Then, she lifted her arm that was as dry as a tree trunk, pointed at the chair, and slightly moved her lips.    

Lee Hao understood what his mother meant. She wanted Yang Xuan to sit down.    

Nodding, Lee Hao grabbed his mom's arm and said, "Mom, this is my friend. He's here to see you. He has a prescription that can cure your illness."    

When Lee Hao finished, Mother Lee took a good five seconds to react. He shook his head with great effort once again.    

Lee Hao sighed.    

At this moment, Yang Xuan patted his shoulder and said, "Haozi, let me see Auntie's illness."    

Lee Hao nodded and retreated to the side.    

Yang Xuan squatted beside the sickbed and placed his right index finger and middle finger on Mother Lee's pulse.    

Three seconds later, Yang Xuan released his grip.    

The hospital was right. Mother Lee's pulse was weak and she was already at the terminal stage. She would not live for much longer.    

Just when Yang Xuan was preparing to feed Mother Lee the decocted Chinese medicine before performing acupuncture. At this moment, a few doctors wearing white gowns and masks entered the ward.    

They seemed to be discussing Mother Lee's condition.    

After they entered the ward and ignored Yang Xuan's existence, Mother Lee's attending physician called Lee Hao to the side.    

"Lee Hao, I have something to discuss with you."    

"What is it?" Lee Hao asked.    

It's like this, a rich man with a very rich family, he needs to change his cornea, your mom is going to die soon, I mean can you negotiate with your mom to have your mom donate your cornea, if possible, that rich man will immediately give you 500,000 yuan as a reward.    

"What are you talking about!" Originally, Lee Hao had a lot of respect for his mom's doctor, but after hearing this, he became dissatisfied.    

His mother had brought him up by herself and had never had a good fortune in her life. When he was old, he fell ill again.    

Donate corneas. Five hundred thousand? Wasn't this slandering Lee Hao's heart of filial piety?    

Lee Hao immediately said: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."    

The attending physician continued to persuade him, "Lee Hao, I know you are a filial son, and I know about your family situation as well. Your mom is already like this, the only one who can't let you go after she leaves is you! You borrowed quite a bit of money to treat your mother's illness, right? Do you think your mother will walk peacefully? "    

Lee Hao still shook his head: "No, definitely not. I didn't think well of my mom's illness, and I'm already guilty, how can I donate my cornea to someone else. Don't even mention 500,000, not even 50 million."    

Another doctor also advised, "Why are you so stubborn? "Let me tell you, that rich person runs a large company. As long as you agree, he can also give you a well-paid job. You just have to listen to my advice..."    

Before the doctor could finish, Yang Xuan spoke up, "Do you think it's appropriate to donate the cornea of a patient who has a 1-year lifespan?"    

The moment Yang Xuan said that, all the doctors looked over at him.    

These people could be said to be the best manifestation of the Second Courtyard's medical standards.    

There are oncologists and ophthalmologists.    

They all looked at Yang Xuan in confusion.    

Then there was a moment of wonder.    

"Young man, what did you just say? "There's another year's time limit?"    

"How is that possible? We do not know about the patient's condition. How long can he live, is it up to you to decide? "    

Yang Xuan smiled: "It's not up to me, it's up to the Chinese medicine in my hands."    

While saying this, Yang Xuan raised the decocted Chinese medicine in his hand.    

The doctors were puzzled.    

This was breast cancer, how could a few traditional Chinese medicines be enough to treat it?    

Someone's mouth revealed a smile. This guy was really dreaming. He couldn't have come out of some mental hospital, could he?    

Mother Lee's attending doctor was interested. He looked Yang Xuan up and down, then looked at the decocted Chinese medicine in his hand. He smiled and said, "Young man, can you let me take a look at this Chinese medicine in your hand?"