Chapter 944: Isn't it just a lung cancer?

Chang Geng's palm was not light. Although he closed it at a critical moment, Fang Wenshan's chest was obviously sunken, which would break three ribs at least.
Fang Wenshan's old eyes widened, his old body shivered, and a mouthful of old phlegm was spit out, and the whole person's expression also eased.
"Master..." Chang Geng was taken aback, and hurriedly came over to support Fang Wenshan.
"Boy, I killed you!"
Chang Geng put Fang Wenshan aside and asked Jiangbei to settle accounts, but was quickly held back by Fang Wenshan.
"Chang Geng! Don't..." Fang Wenshan panted heavily, still speaking awkwardly.
"Master, are you okay, don't scare me!"
Chang Geng kept giving Fang Wenshan a flow.
"I, I'm fine, if it wasn't for you just now, I might have passed!"
Fang Wenshan finally slowed down, shook his head and said.
"So..." Chang Geng also reacted at this time, and immediately glanced at Jiang Beichen with guilt.
"It turns out that Young Master Jiang is saving the master, so many talents are offended, but I hope..." Jiang Beichen waved his hand and interrupted the other party.
"It's just a matter of effort. I'm afraid this old man has been suffering from asthma for some years, right?"
Jiang Beichen stared at Fang Wenshan's face at this time, and asked casually.
Both Chang Geng and Fang Wenshan were shocked, and immediately shook their heads at the same time.
Fang Wenshan's expression was a little sad, but he still sighed: "Old Spear is sick, so you don't need to mention it!"
"Does Master Jiang know how to heal?"
At this time, Chang Geng's eyes lit up and couldn't help asking.
Chang Geng could see from the few shots just now that Jiang Beichen must have learned acupuncture points on the human body.
"I just told the old man, I really know a little medical skills!"
Jiang Beichen replied with a smile.
Fang Wenshan's face flushed.
He also questioned Jiang Beichen just now, thinking that Jiang Beichen was looking for excuses. This proved that he is indeed good at medicine.
"Then Master Jiang, why don't you help us look at the illness of our master?"
Chang Geng's eyes looked somewhat hopeful.
"Forget it!"
Fang Wenshan waved his hand, "I'm sick, it's already like this, there's nothing to look good about!"
It can be seen that Fang Wenshan's mood is very depressed. After saying this, he couldn't help coughing twice, his face a little pale and weak.
"It's not necessarily, it's destined for a serious illness, go and keep it!"
"Isn't it just a lung cancer, there is still a chance to be cured!"
Jiang Beichen spoke calmly.
"What, you know what I got..." Fang Wen's eyes were slightly surprised.
This kid has something, he doesn't even have a pulse, so he can see his illness?
But this is nothing unusual.
He previously invited the master of Tongrentang to come over, and he also saw his illness. This is a "seeing diagnosis" in Chinese medicine. It may be great in a small place, but in a place like Yandu, a family of Chinese medicine practitioners are everywhere. Yes, it is not surprising that some talents are available.
Chang Geng couldn't help but shook his head. He could understand the master's mood, and if he could diagnose it, he might not be able to treat it.
After all, this is a terminal illness, and it is already in its advanced stage. The previous doujintang hall master came and was equally helpless. He just helped out a recipe that could extend his life for two to three years.
At the same time, the hall master also diagnosed Fang Yi, and confirmed that Fang Yi would not wake up.
Otherwise, Fang Wenshan would not be so anxious to find someone to entrust Fang Yi.
After all, his wax head is not high. Before he leaves, he must arrange his granddaughter to understand.
"Master Jiang, you may not know it, my master, he is already late!"
Chang Geng had a pained expression on his face, but he finally said it.
The advanced stage of cancer, in any country in the world, no matter how high a medical treatment is, it is just to keep alive.
In fact, he didn't hold much hope for Jiang Beichen, just the mentality of being a dead horse.
"In the late stage, it may not be badly cured! It is too hasty for you to make a conclusion now!"
Jiang Beichen shook his head.
In any case, this old man is the father of the foster father.
Although he also knew that when the foster father was alive, he didn't deal with the old man, but Jiang Beichen knew clearly in his heart that the adoptive father still missed the old father very much, even when the trouble was very difficult in the last year. Father always sent his good tea and wine back to Yanjing for the old father to taste.
The adoptive father is a filial son, and he is very fond of his father. As a adoptive son, he naturally has to help and fulfill his filial piety.
But even if Jiang Beichen said so, Fang Wenshan's expression was still sad. After all, he still didn't believe in Jiang Beichen's medical skills.
"Well, I'll make a prescription for the old man first, use it first, and if it works, you come to me again!"
Knowing his doubts, Jiang Beichen didn't say much, and asked Chang Geng to find a pen and paper to write down the prescription.
This prescription is an ancient prescription from Xuan Qing Jue. Although it cannot cure cancer immediately, it can relieve symptoms and regulate the body.
Cancer is extremely consuming to the body. Only by regulating the balance of Yin and Yang and regulating the five internal organs can cancer be cured.
"But remember that while taking this prescription, you can't take other drugs, otherwise there will be conflicts and the effect will be greatly reduced!"
After Jiang Beichen wrote the prescription, he handed it to Chang Geng, and gave a few more detailed instructions.
"Okay, thank Master Jiang!"
Chang Geng repeatedly thanked him, looked at Fang Wenshan, and accepted the prescription.
"Okay, old man, let's do this for today. The younger generation will leave first. I have a chance in the future. I hope I can visit Fang Yi!"
Jiang Beichen said to Fang Wenshan.
Fang Wenshan hesitated. Although this kid didn't want to marry his granddaughter, he just saved his old life, and there was some kindness in it, so he nodded.
"Yes! But I hope you will consider the conditions I told you. I will give you a month. After this deadline, I will find another good son-in-law for Fang Yi!"
Fang Wenshan said with deep meaning.
Jiang Beichen was stunned for a while, with a helpless expression, he nodded: "I will find a way to cure Fang Yi as soon as possible!"
Leaving Fang's house, Jiang Beichen shook his head.
One month's time is definitely not enough to save Fang Yi, after all, the whereabouts of Yinhun Flag has not been found yet.
Without the soul-drawing flag, even if he had a good medical skill, he would not be able to rescue Fang Yi.
On the other end, after Jiang Beichen left, Fang Wenshan looked at Jiang Beichen's prescription.
"Master, I compared the prescription of Tongrentang with that of Young Master Jiang. There are really a few medicines that are inseparable. It is estimated that Young Master Jiang is really different!"
Chang Geng couldn't help but said, "Otherwise, let's try..." "But he also said just now that if he uses his prescription, I am afraid that Hall Master Bai's prescription will not be used, and there will be conflicts. !"
Chang Geng remembered Jiang Beichen's instructions just now, and couldn't help but hesitate.
"In this way, you can take a picture of this recipe and send it to Hall Master Bai to let him judge. If he says yes, it won't be too late for us to use this recipe!"
Fang Wenshan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said.
Being able to grow old is related to one's own destiny after all.
If you take the wrong medicine, I'm afraid it won't even last two or three years.
Naturally, be more cautious.
"The master is still thoughtful, I will send it to Hall Master Bai!"
Chang Geng immediately took pictures of Jiang Beichen's prescription and sent it to Bai Jingyun, the master of Tongrentang.
On the side of Tongrentang, Bai Jingyun was surprised when he received the picture of Fangzi, and quickly picked up his own recipe and compared it.
There are a total of more than a dozen medicines, of which five are the same, but these are all basic medicines and are not critical, but he can't understand the other several medicines.
It even feels incredible.
Because this is in great conflict with the medical theory he inherited from his childhood.
However, he doesn’t know who prescribed the prescription sent by the Fang’s housekeeper. It’s not easy to judge right away. If it is a descendant of the family, he is afraid that he will be in conflict when he speaks. Asked on the phone.
"Hall Master Bai, it doesn't matter, it's just a young barefoot doctor, so don't have any worries. How about this prescription? You might as well tell!"
Chang Geng's words were undoubtedly a reassurance for Bai Jingyun.
No wonder he reads this recipe like he reads a book.
Turns out to be a barefoot doctor?
And still a young man?
What can a young man do in the field of Chinese medicine? Thinking of this, Bai Jingyun was criticized aggressively.
"What kind of prescription is this!"
"This recipe is not in accordance with the medical principles at all, it is just a nonsense! Housekeeper, let me tell you, this recipe must not be used for Master Fang, otherwise it will kill people!"
After hanging up the phone, Chang Geng's face was ugly, and he truthfully repeated the words to Fang Wenshan.
Fang Wenshan couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.
"Although Bai Jingyun has exaggerated suspicions, the child is a little younger in the end. I am not sure. Fangzi, just throw it away!"
Fang Wenshan sighed, rubbed his temples, got up and went back to the room to rest.
But Chang Geng was angry, crumpled Jiang Beichen's recipe into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
But just as he was about to leave, he hesitated again, shook his head, and finally picked up the crumpled prescription from the trash can and put it in his pocket.