After raising a cat, the goddess doctor became popular in the interstellar

This is a father and son.The father looks old, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is five or sixty years old; the son is only twelve or thirteen years old, thin and pale, and can only rely on his left leg for support, and his right leg is almost useless.

Both of them wore the same shabby clothes, but there was an obvious difference in thickness.

In December, the temperature in Beijing had already dropped below zero, but my father was only wearing an old gray jacket with a travel bag on his shoulder.The son was wrapped in a heavy padded jacket, but he was still shivering from the cold.

"Dad, I'm cold and hungry." The boy said, holding his father's left arm tightly.

"Don't worry, bear with it, we can't eat here—the restaurants here are too expensive." Zheng Chang looked at the tall buildings around the train station and said with experience.

The boy was very sensible, and immediately obediently complied, and obediently stopped humming.

The father and son walked through the underground passage with their arms, and after studying for a long time with a map, they found the bus stop and got on the bus.

It was time to get off work, and there were many people taking the bus from the city center, but few people took the bus from the west station to the city, so there were still a few vacant seats on the bus.

The father and son were very happy, and immediately supported each other and moved over and sat down.

After walking for so long, both of them had exhausted their physical strength, and they were gasping for breath as soon as they sat down.

After a long time, the boy opened his mouth again: "Dad, it's so late, can Dr. Xu Zhijia still be here?"

Zheng Chang was also not sure, so he was silent for a while and said: "If the door is closed, let's have some food, find a place for the night, and come back tomorrow."

"Dad, can that old doctor Xu really cure my osteomyelitis?" the boy asked cautiously.

"Yes, I can." Zheng Chang said with certainty, as if to give the child confidence, and as if to cheer himself up:

"I've inquired about it. The old doctor Xu Zhijiao specializes in treating this kind of difficult and miscellaneous surgical diseases. He has cured similar patients before!"

But the boy heard a trace of uncertainty from these words.

He was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "If he can't be cured, I won't cure him, and amputate the limb."

"Stupid child, how can you say that? Dad even sold the house, and has led you around for so long. He didn't want this result-don't worry, Dad will let you stand up again!"

The two of them had strange appearances, and they were both big and small, which had long attracted the attention of other passengers.

Hearing their conversation, a man sitting next to him interrupted:
"Could it be that what you are looking for is Old Doctor Xu Zhijiao from Beijing Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"Yes!" Zheng Chang replied, "Do you know old doctor Xu?"

"I've been to a doctor before—if you want to say that Dr. Xu treats difficult and miscellaneous diseases, it's nothing to say!" The passenger gave a thumbs up: "Especially good at treating all kinds of leg diseases, just your son's leg." , it’s nothing in his hands.”

"Really, this is great!" Both father and son were relieved, completely oblivious to the dimmed face of the passenger.

In the past three years, they have visited countless hospitals and sought out famous doctors. All kinds of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine have been poured down like soup, and the money has been spent like running water. They even sold their house, but their illness has not been brought under control. On the contrary, it became more and more serious.

The most recent child's right leg has started to ooze pus, and a small piece of sequestrum has been drained from the sinus. X-rays show a large amount of femoral necrosis in the middle, and amputation is almost the only option.

But Zheng Chang disagreed, he was just such a son, and he couldn't bear to see him spend the rest of his life on crutches.

After many inquiries, they learned that there was such an old Chinese doctor Xu Zhijiao Xu who might be able to cure the child's legs, so they came to Beijing from thousands of miles away.

Fortunately, this old doctor Xu Zhijiao is really well-known for his excellent medical skills.

But the next moment, their good mood was interrupted by what the passenger said next.

"It's a pity. It's such an unlucky time for you to come. Mr. Xu, he..." The passenger shook his head, his face full of regret: "He is an old man, he has passed away."

These words were like a blow to Zheng Chang's head, hitting Zheng Chang's head hard, making him dizzy and dizzy.

"He passed away, why?" He muttered to himself: "He is our last hope. If he is gone, what will happen to Akang's legs?"

In the boy's eyes, the hope that had just risen was extinguished.

He lowered his head, forced himself to suppress his disappointment, and comforted his father: "Dad, that's it, let's go home."

"Don't worry, even if I have my leg amputated, I can't be a useless person. That Uncle Hu in the town is the one who runs the silverware shop. He praised my handiness last time, so I followed him to learn crafts and can support myself. I can feed you in the future..."

As he spoke, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Zheng Chang felt even more sad.His child has been healthy and lively since he was a child, but he didn't expect that it was a small accident, and the wound was not treated properly, and it turned out like this.

It is his obsession as a father to try his best to treat his children, and he has never regretted it.But unexpectedly, even this last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Looking back on the three years of cold and heat, thousands of days and nights, tens of thousands of yuan in treatment expenses were in vain, and the ending inevitably slipped to the worst direction. Crying loudly on the bus.

The passengers in the car had heard the situation clearly a long time ago. They were both moved by the child's sensibility and sympathized with what happened to them.

Sitting in the middle of the car, Duan He suddenly felt that he could not listen anymore.

He thought for a while, opened the WeChat account, and found the WeChat account that he had the audacity to ask for.

"Expert Tao, are you good at treating leg diseases? It may be gangrene."

Bone gangrene is the name of osteomyelitis in traditional Chinese medicine. It is mainly the inflammation of the periosteum, cortex and bone marrow caused by suppurative bacteria.

"It can be cured."

Tao Le's reply was quick and short.

"So are you leaving now?"

"Not yet, it will take another hour by visual estimation, what's the matter?"

"Great, I'll take a patient there later, can you take a look at it, okay?"

"no problem."

Duan He stood up and strode up to Zheng Chang:
"Brother, don't be sad. I know a famous doctor of traditional Chinese medicine who is also good at treating your son's osteomyelitis."

"Really?" Zheng Chang and his son raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes became bright instantly.

"It's more real than real gold." Duan He laughed: "I'll take you there. Let's get off at the next stop, or we'll be in the opposite direction!"

Half an hour later, the three of them knocked on the door of the first Chinese medicine clinic.