Blessed Daughter

Zhao Hai was flattered, he had never met a boss like Wei Ruo, let alone met, even if he had heard of it, he had never heard of it.

Seeing that he was stunned, Xiumei reminded: "Don't be stunned, let us go into your house first, maybe there is something we can help."

Zhao Hai's reaction was still dull, and it took half a day before Wei Ruo and Xiumei gave way.

"Young...Young Master...I...I heard..."

Zhao Hai, who was following behind Wei Ruo, faltered and wanted to say something but didn't say it for a long time.

Xiumei couldn't help but said: "Boss Zhao, if you have something to say, just say it directly, you are so faltering and fumbling, I am so impatient!"

"Plop—" With a sound, Zhao Hai suddenly knelt down to Wei Ruo.

"Why are you still kneeling? I just said that you hesitated to speak clearly, and I didn't mean to scold you!" Xiumei said hurriedly, thinking that Zhao Hai was frightened by her words just now.

"Young Master, I heard from others that you are a very powerful doctor, I beg you to save my brother!" Zhao Hai begged, and kowtowed to Wei Ruo directly after speaking.

The name Xu Heyou had appeared in the public notice of the government office, so after a little inquiring, one could know that Xu Heyou was a doctor with very good medical skills.

"What happened to your brother?" Wei Ruo asked.

Zhao Hai told Wei Ruo about his younger brother's situation.

There are two brothers in Zhao Hai's family, Zhao Hai and Zhao Xun.

Unlike Zhao Hai, who is a farmer with three big and five rough, Zhao Xun has a talent for reading since he was a child.

Zhao Xun was admitted as a scholar when he was sixteen years old. He had a promising future, and he will also take the autumn exam this autumn.

But recently, there were some problems with his body. Zhao Xun kept it from Zhao Hai at first, until Zhao Hai noticed something strange about his body.

Zhao Hai took him to see a doctor. The doctor said that Zhao Xun had a lung disease and gave him a prescription.

During this period of time, Zhao Xun has been drinking soup and medicine, but there is no improvement, but it has become more and more serious, and now he can't even get out of bed.

This is why Zhao Hai has been taking leave for half a month.

"I see, you take me to see your brother first." Wei Ruo said.

Zhao Hai hurriedly got up from the ground and led Wei Ruo to his younger brother Zhao Xun's room.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of medicine.

When Wei Ruo came to the bed, he saw the thin Zhao Xun lying on the bed with a pale face.

Seeing Wei Ruo, he wanted to get up to greet him, but Wei Ruo stopped him.

"Lie down and don't move. I am the doctor invited by your brother. I will show you the condition."

Zhao Xun nodded and lay back down again.

Wei Ruo looked at Zhao Xun's expression, and then asked Zhao Hai to take out Zhao Xun's hand and lift up his sleeves.

It was an excessively thin hand, and its complexion was sickly white.

But the skeleton is beautiful, with slender fingers, one can tell it is the hand of a scholar.

Wei Ruo placed his finger on Zhao Xun's wrist and signaled his pulse.

When taking the pulse, Zhao Xun coughed twice, and spit out a mouthful of white phlegm with dense foam.

Wei Ruo frowned, and then asked Zhao Xun, "How long has it been since you noticed that you have difficulty breathing, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and chest pain?"

"I started to feel shortness of breath last winter, but it was not serious. After the spring of this year, my chest hurts from time to time, but it is not very serious."

Hearing Zhao Xun's words, Zhao Hai couldn't help but said: "You shouldn't hide it from me! You should have told me earlier!"

Zhao Xun said guiltily: "I'm sorry brother, I thought it was just a minor illness, I didn't want to disturb you, but I didn't want my body to be so useless..."

As he spoke, Zhao Xun spit out another mouthful of white phlegm.

Zhao Hai hurriedly went forward to help him wipe the corners of his mouth, and then persuaded him: "Okay, okay, don't talk."

Wei Ruo let go of the hand that signaled Zhao Xun's pulse, got up and walked out the door.

Seeing this, Xiumei followed: "Miss, what's the matter with you?"

It was rare for her to see a young lady showing such an expression after giving someone a pulse.

"I can't save him." Wei Ruo said.

Xiumei looked at Wei Ruo in surprise.

In memory, no matter how seriously injured the person was, the young lady never said such a thing.

But today, the young lady directly said "it's hopeless".

"Are you surprised?" Wei Ruo asked.

Xiumei nodded: "Miss, it's the first time you say such a thing. In my impression, there is no disease that you can't cure, miss!"

"A doctor is only a doctor after all, not a god. There are thousands of diseases in this world, and there are always some that cannot be cured, and there are always some that cannot be cured by human beings." Wei Ruo said.

"But that Zhao Xun looks weaker, but he doesn't seem to be on the verge of death." Xiumei said.

"If it was half a year ago, I could have saved him, but now it's too late." Wei Ruo said.

What Zhao Xun got was lung cancer, and it was already at an advanced stage, and the cancer cells had already spread. At this point, no matter whether it is the method of traditional Chinese medicine or the method of western medicine, it is difficult to cure it.

In this case, the possibility of survival is very slim, even if it is her, there is no certainty that it can be cured.

Xiumei turned her head and glanced at Zhao Hai and Zhao Xun brothers in the room, revealing a regretful expression.

After a while, Zhao Hai, who settled his younger brother, came out and asked Wei Ruo: "Young master, what medicine do you want to buy? I'll go buy it right away!"

Zhao Hai felt that Wei Ruo could cure his younger brother's illness.

Wei Ruo closed the door behind him, and then told Zhao Hai bluntly: "I'm sorry, I'm not sure about your brother's illness. I can only delay the deterioration of his condition, but can't save his life; you can find another doctor try."

Wei Ruo didn't want to deceive Zhao Hai, and this kind of thing couldn't be deceived, he would know sooner or later.

After listening to Wei Ruo's words, Zhao Hai's tall body swayed, even with a big beard blocking him, Wei Ruo and Xiumei could still clearly see the astonishment and disbelief on his face.

"No, no, no, it must be a mistake. My younger brother only has a lung disease. As long as he takes the right medicine, he will be fine!" Zhao Hai emphasized.

Wei Ruo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only look at him.

"Shaodong's family, take a look again, look carefully, my brother's illness can be cured, you are a famous doctor in the government government, and you will definitely be cured." Zhao Hai prayed again.

"I'm sorry, I've looked at it very carefully. I still have a solution to your brother's illness half a year earlier. It's really difficult to delay it until now." After a pause, Wei Ruo added, "It may also be because of my shallow medical skills. You can try another doctor, maybe someone can cure it."

"No, it must be a mistake!" Zhao Hai kept asking.

In fact, he already had a feeling in his heart that Wei Ruo was not the first doctor he sought, nor was he the first person to say that his brother was hopeless.

It's just that he has been unwilling to admit and accept it.

Wei Ruo didn't say anything more, no amount of comforting words at this moment would be powerless.

Wei Ruo left a prescription for Zhao Hai to delay Zhao Xun's condition. Then he and Xiumei left.