In the past two years, he has grown a bit taller and resembles Chun Nuan by seventy to eighty percent.
Upon hearing that the doctor was willing to let his direct grandson assist with consultations, Manager Wen immediately brought his five-year-old grandson from Shuzhou to a small town in Changzhou.
"Mr. Zhao, does the doctor live here?"
Seeing Zhao Minghua knock on the gate of a small courtyard under the locust tree, he was somewhat curious. Aren’t doctors usually unavailable for consultations?
"The old doctor has long since stopped seeing patients. His descendants make some pills here and don’t see patients outside, so you’re a special case."
A special case, do you know what it means?
That’s giving face due to Mr. Zhao’s connections, a special exception just for this consultation.
"When I sent the message, I also told you that he only said he’d take a look, to see if it can be treated, if..."
"I understand, I understand, Mr. Zhao, rest assured. Over the years, I’ve sought medical help everywhere, and without exception, hopeful at the outset, only to return disappointed. But even so, with even a one percent chance, I will exert one hundred percent effort," Manager Wen said. "I believe medicines find the destined one, and perhaps Mr. Zhao has indeed found my savior."
Zhao Minghua... how should I put it?
I told you not to get your hopes up too high, and you tell me you’ve placed all your hopes on me.
Indeed, as Manager Wen saw that ancient book so perfectly restored, his heart was filled with excitement. He felt he saw his savior, he saw hope.
When he received the letter sent by Zhao Minghua saying they could give it a try, Manager Wen wept bitterly in front of his son’s spirit tablet.
No matter how much it costs, he was determined to cure his grandson’s leg.
He immediately rushed to Changzhou without stopping.
In his mind, this doctor was surely a sitting doctor.
Who knew, what he saw was a refined and handsome young man... ahem, a young doctor.
"Doctor, may I know your surname?"
"It’s Xiao." Chun Nuan, who had changed into male attire, caught Zhao Minghua’s eye for a moment.
To be honest, he suddenly felt a bit moved: maybe someday he could take Chun Nuan, dressed as a man, to travel all over Jiangnan and wield a sword journeying through the world together.
Chun Nuan didn’t miss the gleam in Zhao Minghua’s eyes, wondering what he was thinking again.
"Come, stretch out your hand."
Manager Wen extended his grandson’s left hand.
Chun Nuan took the pulse and frowned.
"Doctor..."
Seeing Chun Nuan frown, Manager Wen felt his heart sink halfway.
"This ailment wasn’t congenital," Chun Nuan stated firmly, "it developed after birth from an illness that wasn’t treated correctly, leaving behind an after-effect."
Manager Wen was stunned for a moment; he wasn’t aware of this?
"When the illness first manifested, there would be fever with sweating, coughing and runny nose, and sore throat, an overall body discomfort."
Isn’t that quite normal symptoms?
How did it lead to difficulty walking?
"Doctor, can it be cured?"
"If it had been treated at the onset, it was curable. But now it’s been several years, so time is a bit prolonged."
Manager Wen’s heart chilled — previous doctors had all misdiagnosed, claiming it was congenital.
If they had met this doctor back then... but no, the doctor at that time was likely not even ten years old, how could he treat it?
"Doctor, please find a way. Even if he can’t be restored to his original state, just preventing further deterioration would be a relief."
"This is a long-term treatment, requiring cooperation from the patient and family."
"Cooperate, we will definitely cooperate, doctor. Whatever you say, we will do exactly."
It was the first time Manager Wen heard a doctor speak so much, and he immediately affirmed their absolute willingness to cooperate.
"He isn’t unable to walk; he can walk. He needs to walk more, persist in walking; the more he walks, the better he’ll get. If he doesn’t walk, it’ll regress."
"I will perform acupuncture for a period of time, and he also needs massage therapy," Chun Nuan said. "For massage, you should go to the Xiao Family Pier and have Doctor Luo do it."
"Doctor, could you do the massage for us? I understand massage is tough work; whatever the fee is, we will not short you."
"Leave professional work to the professionals. For massage, finding Doctor Luo will yield better results than me doing it."
In fact, Chun Nuan didn’t want to do massage — it’s labor-intensive work.
In terms of massage, Uncle Luo indeed excelled, and he was a famous doctor at Xiao Family Pier.
It was said that many people from out of town sought him, and he was so busy he even considered letting Luo Xiaogang learn massage from him.
However, Luo Xiaogang only wanted to learn from Chun Ning.
Aunt Luo was also a shrewd person, and she immediately brought in a smart nephew from her family to be an apprentice.