Chapter 786 788【Death】
It's not that Xiang Nan doesn't want Meng Qinghe to die. He even wanted to take a knife and cut Meng Qinghe alive if he could.
However, he is not Xiang Nan now, he is Xi Laile now.
Xilaile, to put it nicely, is a good old man with noble medical ethics, compassion, bodhisattva heart, and hanging pot to help the world.
Wang Tianhe wanted to harm him many times, not to mention verbal slander, attack, cynicism, just killing him several times. For example, he set fire to Yixiaotang, sent killers to assassinate him, and ordered Lu Zhong to hunt him down. In the end, he forced the Hu family to death, owed a lot of blood debts, and committed more crimes than Meng Qinghe.
Even so, Xi Laile finally wrote a prescription to save Wang Tianhe. It can be seen that in his heart, doctors' morality is higher than personal grievances.
If Xiang Nan uses medical skills to harm others, it will be against Xi Laile's nature. At that time, it will affect the mission rewards. Xie Yongqiang's Yin Jian is not far away, Xiang Nan doesn't want to take risks.
After all, the reason why he chose this world was because of Xilaile's medical skills. If he couldn't get it, or if he got it incompletely, then his hard work was in vain.
Ah Q thought a bit, for a villain like Meng Qinghe who just died of a sudden illness in a muddle-headed way, it is really a little bit of an advantage for him. It's better to wait until Ge Ge's illness is cured, and borrow the prince's knife to deal with Meng Qinghe.
He colluded with the government, bullied the market, manufactured and sold counterfeit goods. Once these crimes were confirmed, it would not be an exaggeration to punish him for ransacking his home and beheading him. That is really punishing evil and promoting good.
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Thinking of this, Xiang Nan sighed.
"Boss Meng, I'll cut your pulse for you to see if I can cure it." He then cut Meng Qinghe's pulse, "Oh, your pulse is not right, it seems that the internal poison is on the attack. With all due respect, this I can't cure the disease."
Although he could not intentionally put Meng Qinghe to death, refusing to treat him was not a violation of medical ethics.
"Ah?! You are known as a miracle doctor. How can such a small sore not be cured?" Meng Qing said angrily when he heard it together.
"Boss Meng, you run a pharmacy, and there must be a doctor in the store." Xiang Nan smiled slightly, "If it's just a small sore, you can take care of it in your own store, so why come to me?"
"..." Meng Qinghe was speechless.
There are indeed several doctors in his pharmacy, and it is true that he consulted them first when his small sore first broke out. But they used decoctions, pills, patches, and ointments, both internally and externally, but nothing worked, so he came to Yixiaotang for medical treatment.
Thus he knew that the small sores he got were definitely not [so small], but very severe and difficult to cure snakehead sores.
"It's just a small sore, Xi Langzhong, don't make it so serious, just help me cure it." Meng Qinghe said cheekily.
"Boss Meng, this is not a small sore. You run a medicine store and often come into contact with medicine. The so-called medicine is three-point poisonous. Not to mention, you also manufacture and sell counterfeit medicines, which are more toxic.
Over time, these poisons penetrate your body through your eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and stagnate in your internal organs. From the inside to the outside, your fingers have such a big sore.
So your illness seems to be just a small sore, but in fact it is rooted in the internal organs, the disease is terminal, and it is really difficult to cure. "Xiang Nan explained.
He inherited Ji Xiaolan's eloquence and is familiar with medical principles, so he speaks clearly and clearly. Meng Qinghe had a guilty conscience in the first place, so he believed him 70% to 80% immediately.
But he still said stiffly, "Hey, who made and sold fakes? I'm a serious businessman."
"Bah!" Defu was watching, and when he heard what Meng Qinghe said, he immediately spat, "You are still a serious businessman?! You sold fake bezoar last year, which killed three people."
"Defu, shut up~" Xiang Nan rolled his eyes at him and said, arguing with this kind of person whose face is more than the city wall is futile, "Boss Meng, please go back, I really can't cure your disease."
"Bie Jie, Xi Langzhong, I beg you, I beg you, can't you do it? You have to save my life." Meng Qing immediately lay down on the table when he heard it together, and said with a stern face.
"Hey, by the way, you said that there is no cure, that is to say, there is still a possibility of treatment?" He suddenly raised his head and said.
"If there is a way, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it." Xiang Nan sighed.
"Say, tell me, as long as it can save my life, I will agree to any method." Meng Qinghe said immediately.
"Hey, it's not me you should ask for, but yourself." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said, "I have only one solution, don't go to the medicine shop again."
"Ah?! Then what about my business?" Meng Qing said in surprise when he heard it together.
"The poison in your body is already very deep. If you go to a medicine store again, the poison will accumulate and your illness will become more serious." Xiang Nan explained, "So if you want to survive, at least within half a year, you should stop drinking. Go to a pharmacy. Meditate and recuperate at home, so you can survive for a few more years. Otherwise, within half a year, you may be in danger of life. I'm done here, it's up to you whether you listen or not."
Meng Qinghe's complexion changed, he didn't know whether he should trust Xiang Nan or not.
If he doesn't go to the medicine store to guard, but only sends someone to take care of it, his subordinates will inevitably steal and fill their own pockets. He himself is a villain, so he naturally knows the evil of human nature.
But if he goes to the medicine store to guard, he will only have half a year to live. At that time, if he dies, he will not be able to take away his wealth. His wife and children are still young, so he doesn't know who will be cheaper in the future.
"Hmph, you can't cure even a small sore, and you are called a miracle doctor in vain. If you don't cure it, I will find someone else to treat it." Meng Qinghe immediately turned his face and cursed, and walked away with his legs.
Although Xiang Nan knows that he is a wolf cub, his bad habits are hard to change, and he is ruthless. But seeing that he begged his grandpa to sue his grandma just now, he wished he could kneel down to himself, and when he made it clear that he could not cure his illness, he would immediately turn his face and be ruthless.
"This bastard!" Xiang Nan couldn't help cursing.
"Hey, you haven't paid your bill yet?" Telford called.
Meng Qinghe pretended not to hear, and left in a hurry without stopping.
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"Master, Meng Qinghe's sore is really hard to cure?" Defu came back later and asked curiously.
"Oh, it's not curable." Xiang Nan waved his hands.
Actually, the sores on Meng Qinghe's hands can be cured, but they are not easy to cure.
A person with excellent medical skills can cure the disease as soon as he takes the medicine. People with rough medical skills may not be able to manage things even if they spend hundreds of catties of medicine.
As for the Chinese medicine practitioners in the world, it is no exaggeration to say that there are few clever ones and many misunderstood ones. Even the majestic imperial physician Wang Tianhe, who claims to be the best in the world in medical skills, is actually no more than mediocre.
Otherwise, the Empress Dowager Cixi would not have asked Xilaile to enter the palace several times to treat herself, concubines, and ministers.
Xiang Nan deliberately said that it was not curable, just to scare Meng Qinghe. At that time, he would be worried about his life and safety, and he would definitely seek medical treatment everywhere, and he would be in constant fear.
Such immoral things will be done less.
(end of this chapter)