Mr. Fu opened his eyes slowly, then blinked, and took back the hand on the pulse of Ji Wanzhou.
Looking at this, Mr. Liu should have finished his pulse, so he quickly asked, "what's up? Lao Fu. "
Mr. Fu turned his head and looked at Mr. Liu, "do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"
Hearing Mr. Fu's words, the hearts of Ji Wanzhou and Meng Qingge are both cluttered. Can't they be cured?
"Nonsense! The truth, of course Liu said angrily, reaching out his hand and patting Fu on his shoulder, "say it! What the hell is going on! "
Mr. Fu looked at Mr. Liu, then looked at Meng Qingge, picked his eyebrows, and then slowly said, "I dare not say that it can be cured. I can only try my best to try. This is the truth."
"Don't you dare say that?" Master Liu's brow twisted up. Is there any disease that the old Fu dare not say? It seems that his grandson's illness can't be cured. Mr. Liu looks at Ji Wanzhou and sighs for a long time, "Alas..."
Master Fu frowned, "what are you doing? Lao Liu, this sigh."
"Why do you say I sigh? According to your ability, there are two kinds of patients in the whole world. They are either cured or dead." Mr. Liu's brows were locked. "You're telling me now, don't you dare? What you are not sure about is hopeless. "
After listening to Mr. Liu's statement to Mr. Fu, Ji Wanzhou and Meng Qingge know how capable Mr. Fu is.
"Have you seen western medicine?" Mr. Fu looked at Meng Qingge and asked, "what do western medicine say?"
Meng Qingge frowned, "the doctor who can operate on him died not long ago."
Hearing this, master Fu picked his eyebrows and stroked his goatee. "There is hope to recover, but I put my words in front of me. I will try my best, and you will cooperate well."
"That's for sure." Ji Wanzhou heard hope, opened his mouth and nodded.
Although the hope is small, there is hope after all, isn't it?
Meng Qingge did not immediately answer, but frowned and worried.
Looking at Meng Qingge's appearance, Mr. Liu asked in a voice, "what's wrong with sun's daughter-in-law?"
Meng Qingge returns to God and looks at Mr. Liu and Mr. Fu.
Old Mr. Fu looked at Meng Qingge's worried eyes, so he gently picked his eyebrows and said, "girl, what do you want to ask?"
Meng Qingge pursed her mouth, then asked the questions in her heart out of her mouth, "if she is treated, is there any side effect?"
"Side effects?" Mr. Fu's brow wrung, "what kind of side effects do you mean?"
"Is if not cured, will brain death, or the situation become worse?" Meng Qingge asked anxiously, "because the operation was supposed to be performed before, and the success rate of the operation is only 1%. If it fails, the brain will die directly, so I am worried."
After hearing Meng Qingge's words, Mr. Fu laughed and shook his head, "you can rest assured that there won't be any side effects or brain death. If I can't cure it, your husband will still be like this, it's OK."
Get Fu Laozi affirmative answer, Meng Qingge is completely at ease, as long as there are no side effects, "that's the grandfather Fu."
Meng Qingge owes to Mr. Fu with great respect and sincerity.
"Don't mention it." Mr. Fu stroked his goat's beard with a smile. "I'll go back and shave his hair today. I'll come to my house at eight tomorrow morning and I'll give him a needle."
"Shave your head?" Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows. In fact, Ji Wanzhou's hair is not long, but it is more dense.
"Yes, bald head." Fu said, "because there are more needles, I think he has a lot of hair. In case of bleeding, it's hard to find the eye of the bleeding needle."
"Oh, well, shave when you go back." Meng Qingge should say, pick eyebrows.