Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Even ants try to survive, let alone humans. When Mr. Wu heard that Liu Xia Lian said that the condition could be improved, his eyes immediately lit up. He had been to several large hospitals in Beijing and seen several famous doctors, but none of them could cure the condition, and couldn't even improve it.

"Doctor Liu, are you serious? Do you know what disease I have?"

Liu Xia Lian smiled slightly: "Mr. Wu has been a soldier for half his life, fighting on the battlefield. There is still a pistol bullet in his shoulder blade that has not been removed. It will probably hurt when it is cloudy and rainy."

Old Wu was shocked. The bullet stuck in his shoulder happened more than 40 years ago and few people knew about it. He wondered how she knew it. He no longer dared to look down on her.

"Doctor Liu, this bullet is a chronic disease. The hospital can remove it now. I have been delaying the surgery. I did not come to you for this reason."

"I know that you have liver disease caused by damp-heat in the liver and gallbladder, blood stasis and qi stagnation. Western medicine says that this is the middle stage of liver disease, and it has a tendency to spread."

Old Wu gasped. What kind of operation was this? He didn't even need to take the patient's pulse or look at the tongue coating. He actually saw through the disease directly.

"Doctor Liu, what is your method?"

"This is my Qi-reading technique. You are too weak to take medicine. I will prescribe some food for you first. Please wait a moment while I go back and get it."

After saying this, Liu Xia Lian went back, leaving Mr. Wu and his daughter looking at each other in bewilderment.

Boss Chen was also a little surprised. He only knew that Liu Xia Lian was good at digging for herbs, but he didn't expect that she was also good at treating illnesses.

About ten minutes later, Liu Xia Lian came back again with a ginseng about twenty years old, a large piece of purple Ganoderma lucidum, and three pure black chickens in her hands.

Mr. Wu was a little confused and asked, "What is this for?"

"This black chicken is called Black Phoenix Black Chicken, this one is a wild ginseng that is over 20 years old, and this one is a purple Ganoderma lucidum that grows on a red pine tree. Kill a black chicken every day, use about 10 grams of wild ginseng and 20 grams of Ganoderma lucidum to stew the chicken, eat the meat and drink the soup. After three days, your complexion will improve, and then you can take the medicine."

"Okay, okay, I'll cook it for you when I get back to the guesthouse."

"Okay, Mr. Wu, but your daughter can't eat it. Ginseng is hot and dry in nature, so it's not suitable for consumption."

Ms. Wu asked, "Doctor Liu, how much is it?"

"Five-eight chickens are 15 yuan each, wild ginseng is 15 yuan, and purple ganoderma is 5 yuan, a total of 35 yuan. Remember to follow the amounts I told you to use. Don't add oil when stewing the chicken soup. If you like, you can add some yam."

"Okay, thank you very much." Ms. Wu took the money and gave it to Liu Xia Lian.

Liu Xia Lian did not hesitate to accept it directly. She believed that one should have principles in doing things and abide by the rules of the game.

Mr. Wu and his daughter came out with black chicken, ginseng and ganoderma. The conditions in the guesthouse were simple and the food was average. Ms. Wu thought of the iron pot stew at the corner of the street, and immediately took a black chicken, a little ginseng and a little purple ganoderma and asked for a pot of black chicken soup.

The restaurant was actually quite busy and was reluctant to take the order, but Ms. Wu was very polite and promised to pay a processing fee of six yuan before they agreed to do it and deliver it two and a half hours later.

After returning to the guesthouse, we had to find a cage to keep the remaining two black chickens, otherwise they would run away. These were free-range chickens and were very wild in nature.

"Dad, why do I feel like this girl is being mysterious? We have to be careful and not be fooled."

Old Wu shook his head and said, "Girl, you think too much. Look at the kimchi factory next door. It has 500 to 600 employees. It's owned by Liu Xialian. She's the factory director. As for cheating people for such a small sum of money."

"But think about it, it's not scientific to know what disease it is just by looking at it. The United States has spent a lot of money on developing various advanced machines. Only through machine examinations can diseases be diagnosed, not through something like metaphysics."

"Now you understand that Dr. Xu is not willing to treat our illness, because he knows that people like us know too much about medicine and won't believe it easily. Doctors have a rule when treating illnesses, that is, they won't treat those who don't believe. Three days, doesn't it mean that you will get better after eating this medicinal diet for three days? A few dozen dollars is nothing to us, so forget it."

"Dad, don't worry. I wouldn't even blink an eye at thirty or fifty, not to mention thirty or fifty. I'm just afraid of meeting a liar."

Old Wu sighed: "You young people, you don't believe in the traditional Chinese medicine that has been passed down for thousands of years in our country, but you believe in the Western medicine that has been around for one or two hundred years more than anything else."

The father and daughter chatted with each other, time passed unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened, and the waiter came to deliver the meal.

Ding ding ding, there was a knock on the door. “Hello, the black chicken, ginseng and ganoderma soup you ordered is ready.”

Ms. Wu opened the door and saw a young man delivering the package, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was quite polite.

"Okay, thank you."

"You have a 10 cent delivery fee, please pay it."

"Okay, here's two cents. No need to change."

"No, no, I have to give the change. I have to pay the bill when I go back, and I can't charge the guests more money. I'll come back tomorrow morning to collect the tableware." The young man was quite serious. He gave the change of 10 cents and went back happily.

Mr. Wu had actually not been ill for long, only two months, but his physical condition had taken a sharp turn for the worse. These two months had almost tortured him to death. His appetite had completely gone, and he seldom ate. He had long been emaciated and was only supported by his little energy.

When you open the lid of the casserole, a delicious smell rushes straight to your head.

"It's really strange that there is such a delicious chicken soup." Old Wu took the bowl and chopsticks and ate a small bowl of chicken soup, five or six pieces of meat, a little ginseng and some Ganoderma lucidum.

But the casserole contained a whole chicken. Although the black chicken was not big, it still had three pounds of meat after being processed. Mr. Wu didn't eat much at all. Seeing that her father was eating so well, Ms. Wu couldn't help but eat a small bowl. It tasted really good. The rest was put in the refrigerator of the guesthouse.

Normally, Mr. Wu would be unable to sleep due to the pain, and even if he did fall asleep, he would wake up early. But today was an exception. He went to bed at 10 pm and woke up at 7 am. He felt full of energy and wanted to go out for a walk.

Old Wu went for a stroll at the sports field of the forest farm and saw a group of old ladies dancing square dance. They were twisting their waists and swaying their bodies, and they looked quite good.

The sports field was quite large, about two miles in one circumference. After Mr. Wu had walked around the field, he saw his daughter rushing over.

"Dad, it's so easy for me to find you, why are you here?"

"I slept well last night, and the market was good today, so I came here."

Ms. Wu took her father back to the guesthouse and immediately called a familiar expert at a hospital in Beijing and told him what had happened. Unexpectedly, what the expert said made Ms. Wu break out in a cold sweat.