80s: Daughter-in-law Is Sweet and Sassy

Seeing his mother's miserable and pitiful appearance, Sun Hongbo couldn't help softening, worried that his mother would scare him, but thinking of the immoral things his mother did, his heart hardened again.

Damn this person, even if he has a heart attack and lies at home, he is better than a person who is alive and kicking, at least he has no energy to harm others.

"Let's go and ask the doctor what's going on."

Sun Hongbo dragged his mother away, Zhang Guifang was so frightened that she couldn't think of anything in her mind, she followed her son blankly, staring at the filming list in her son's hand, the more she thought about it, the more sad she became. There are several months of live.

Just by looking at her complexion, the doctor could tell that she was ill. She must be terminally ill. No wonder she was not feeling well these days, and she had no strength to fight. It was because of her illness.

"Hong Bo, I want to eat braised pork and roast chicken."

Zhang Guifang asked pitifully that she had to eat more while she still could, otherwise she wouldn't be able to close her eyes when she died.

"Wait until you ask the doctor before going out to eat, maybe it's not a big deal."

Sun Hongbo held back his laughter. With a serious face, he dragged his mother back to Dr. Chang's office. Sun Yinguang was still sitting in the office, not daring to move at all. He was relieved when he saw his son. This office is unfamiliar. Man, he was a little flustered, and he felt at ease with his son by his side.

After Dr. Chang showed the other patients, Sun Hongbo handed over the filming list, pretending to be anxious and asking, "Doctor, is my mother alright?"

Zhang Guifang's heart raised in his throat, and he looked at the doctor eagerly, the fat all over his body collapsed.

Dr. Chang looked at the list carefully, his expression became more and more solemn, and he didn't speak. The air pressure in the office was obviously lowered. Zhang Guifang twisted his hands hard, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and tears rolled in his eyes. It was over. If the doctor doesn't speak, he must be seriously ill.

Sun Hongbo was also beating drums in his heart. Could it be that his mother has a serious disease?

He didn't dare to disturb the doctor and waited quietly. In fact, Dr. Chang only read the list for a minute or two, but Sun Hongbo and the others felt that it was like 10,000 years, which was terribly long.

Dr. Chang glanced at Zhang Guifang, then at the list again, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he tutted. This tut was incredible, like a thin needle, which instantly pierced Zhang Guifang's nervous nerves. , She couldn't hold back any longer, and cried and asked, "Doctor, I... what's wrong with me? How many days can I live?"

Sun Yinguang, who didn't know it, was startled and became nervous. Although he was angry with Zhang Guifang, he still had feelings for his wife who gave birth to two sons for him.

Dr. Chang put down the list and said slowly: "Life will not be in danger for the time being. As long as you listen to the doctor's words, you will still be able to end your life."

He is a doctor in a regular hospital. Even if he is helping his brother teach the wicked, he can't talk nonsense, let alone let people grab the handle. Zhang Guifang is now in his 40s and 50s, and based on his 80-year-old life expectancy, it is true that his life will not be in danger for the time being. Although this woman is in good health, she also has some minor problems, so as long as she listens to the doctor's advice, her body will only get better and she will die without any problem.

The big stone in Zhang Guifang's heart fell to the ground instantly, she raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead, took a long breath, and complained, "Doctor, you're going to scare people to death. If you don't speak with a straight face, I thought you were seriously ill."

"There is something wrong with your body, I haven't finished."

Dr. Chang spoke again slowly, and Zhang Guifang, who had just taken a breath, raised it up again before he could catch his breath, his sweaty hand still resting on his forehead, and asked in a shrill voice, "Doctor, what's wrong with me? Can you finish it in one breath? Don't say half a sentence and leave a half sentence."

The last sentence Zhang Guifang was crying, and she was scared to death, but she didn't dare to get angry in front of Dr. Chang. Life and death were in the doctor's hands.

Although Sun Hongbo knew the inside story, he was also beaten up by Doctor Chang's acting skills like an actor.

Dr. Chang glanced at Zhang Guifang, and said unhappily, "What's the hurry, you always have to say it one by one, you are usually too impatient and hurt your body a lot. Haven't you heard the old saying that anger hurts your body?"

"Doctor, what is the disease I have, can it be cured?" Zhang Guifang burst into tears, her bowels turning blue.

If she had known that quarrels would make her sick, she would stop quarreling with others. She hadn't lived enough yet.

Dr. Chang didn't rush to answer, picked up the teacup and took a few sips of tea, cleared his throat, and then said, "You have a lot of problems, you can't say a few words, you are gluttonous and lazy. As the saying goes, life lies in exercise. You eat so much, but you don’t work, and your body can’t handle it. Besides, you’re not too young. You can’t buy a lot of money to lose weight. Look at the fat on your body. It’s 150 pounds, right? It’s so fat. If something big happens, you have to change your lifestyle, or you won't get better from this disease."

"I'll change, doctor, I'll definitely change, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Guifang was so frightened that she lost her soul. She had no doubts about what Dr. Chang said. The first time this doctor met her, he knew her life habits like the back of the hand, and everything was right. This is a genius doctor, and she must listen to his words.

Dr. Chang took another sip of tea and tore up the prescription sheet. As he spoke, he wrote: "First, eat a light diet, eat less meat, it is best not to eat it, and eat a bowl of rice with each meal."

"Doctor, big bowl or small bowl?" Zhang Guifang asked eagerly.

Doctor Chang twitched the corners of his mouth and said coldly, "Small bowl, it's just that big."

He compared the size of a soup bowl, Zhang Guifang's face changed suddenly, and he murmured: "Doctor, I'll be gone in one bite, I can't eat enough."

With such a big bowl, she can eat eight bowls in one go. She usually uses a big bowl to serve rice at home, at least three bowls~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dr. Chang sank his face and scolded: "It takes time to get used to it. Well, do you want an early death or a long life?"

"Longevity, I listen to the doctor."

Zhang Guifang nodded obediently, she still wanted to live a hundred years, and she could endure it by eating less.

"Second, do more work, don't sit all day long, you have to work in your eyes, fetching water, planting vegetables, weeding grass, sweeping the floor, cleaning the table and washing clothes, these are all good exercises, and you have to work every day , not even one day less."

Dr. Chang had a serious look from the beginning, but if he kept his face straight, he would become even more serious. Zhang Guifang nodded while listening.

"Third, the home should be clean and tidy. It is easy to breed bacteria if it is too dirty. Bacteria will enter your respiratory tract and internal organs and cause harm to the body. The living environment must be clean."

"Fourth, lose your temper less, talk less, and talk too much can hurt your health."

Dr. Chang wrote it down on the paper, neatly tore it down, and handed it to Sun Hongbo, saying sternly, "You must strictly abide by the doctor's orders, otherwise the consequences will be serious."