Chapter 228 Giving birth to a son?

Author: The sea after the storm

Chapter 228 Giving birth to a son?

"Well, Doctor Zhou, Brother Zhao's family are not here, they are all in the capital." Qi Xinghua said.

"They are all in the capital? Is it easy for them to come back?" Zhou Bingkun asked.

"It's nothing inconvenient. I'll just contact them and ask them to come back." Qi Xinghua said.

"Do you want to make a prescription now?" Ma Shouchang asked.

Zhou Bingkun did not answer immediately.

He thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Zhao, let me give you acupuncture first to make you feel less uncomfortable."

"Okay." Zhao Shumin nodded. He didn't say much. He seemed to be mentally prepared.

Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and asked Zhao Shumin to lie on the bed while he started to insert acupuncture.

This time, he still used Qi to control the needle.

He inserted the needles very quickly, and within a few breaths the needles were inserted all over his body.

After a minute, Zhao Shumin's frown relaxed.

Another minute and he fell asleep.

Zhou Bingkun and others quietly walked outside to the living room.

"Brother Zhao fell asleep. He was tortured by illness and couldn't rest well." Qi Xinghua said with an ugly expression.

"Yes, thanks to Dr. Zhou, otherwise we wouldn't know that Brother Zhao has been suffering from illness." Ma Shouchang also said sadly.

"Dr. Zhou, are you sure you can cure Brother Zhao's disease? What is his disease?" Qi Xinghua still asked.

"My whole body is full of diseases. I don't know where to start. Besides," Zhou Bingkun hesitated.

"And what? Say it!" Qi Xinghua said anxiously.

"And there is not much left to live." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly.

"What? Doctor Zhou, did you read that correctly?" Qi Xinghua asked hurriedly.

"You can basically tell Mr. Zhao's physical condition by finding a better Chinese doctor," Zhou Bingkun said.

"How long does Brother Zhao have?" Ma Shouchang asked.

"It's hard to say, but it's still possible for more than three months." Zhou Bingkun thought for a while and said.

"Is there nothing we can do?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"I don't have much else to do." Zhou Bingkun said helplessly. Although he is inhuman, he is not an immortal, and there is nothing he can do in many cases.

"Then I'll notify Zhao Jianjun and ask him and his sisters to come back." Qi Xinghua said hurriedly.

"Qi Lao, please call a few more doctors to confirm." Zhou Bingkun said proactively. He knew that if he didn't tell, Qi Xinghua would also look for him. If he said it, everyone would look good.

"Okay, I'll contact the experts from the provincial hospital right away." Qi Xinghua said directly. He was in no mood to be polite.

"Then let me contact the experts from 131." Ma Shouchang also said. He was also a little panicked.

Half an hour later.

Many experts came from the Provincial Hospital, No. 131 Hospital, and Municipal Hospital. Li Qingde also came.

"Bingkun, what's wrong? Why did you call so many doctors?" Li Qingde called Zhou Bingkun into the yard and asked in a low voice.

"Master, I can't say. Just wait and see what happens." Zhou Bingkun did not dare to tell the actual situation.

"It's hard to tell? Could it be that Mr. Zhao is in poor health?" Li Qingde was very smart, and he guessed it right away.

"That's about it. Master, you can check the pulse later." Zhou Bingkun said. He knew that Li Qingde's medical skills could tell.

After a while.

In the yard.

After asking about the situation, Qi Xinghua and Ma Shouchang sent away the other doctors, leaving only Zhou Bingkun. When Li Qingde left, he specifically told Zhou Bingkun to be careful, not to talk big, and to leave room for himself.

It is a good thing for doctors to treat diseases and save people, but if the patient's family members are dissatisfied, it will be troublesome.

"Dr. Zhou, all the experts said that Brother Zhao would not live for more than a month, but you only said that he would live for more than three months. What's going on?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"My acupuncture can relieve Mr. Zhao's condition and allow him to have a good rest. After Mr. Zhao rests, his body will be better, so the time will be longer." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"That's right. Then why didn't those experts talk about acupuncture just now?" Ma Shouchang asked. He knew that there were experts who were also good at acupuncture.

"My acupuncture is quite special, that's why I have such an effect. Others can't." Zhou Bingkun said truthfully. He radiated light again invisibly. He was still different from ordinary people. Although he couldn't cure Zhao Shumin's disease, he could

There is still a way to let Zhao Shumin live a few more months.

"Doctor Zhou, your medical skills are better," Qi Xinghua said. He wanted to laugh but couldn't.

In the evening, Zhou Bingkun had a simple meal at Qi Xinghua's house without drinking because no one was in that mood.

Had a meal.

Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin another round of acupuncture, which helped him sleep well at night.

A few days later.

night.

Zhao Shumin’s house.

Zhao Shumin's youngest son, Zhao Jianjun, and several daughters returned.

Zhou Bingkun is here. Qi Xinghua is also here, but Ma Shouchang is not here.

Zhao Shumin's illness was known to his children.

In the living room, everyone was a little silent.

Zhao Shumin's daughters couldn't help wiping away tears.

"Don't be like this. Birth, old age, illness and death are normal for human beings. It's not a big deal." Zhao Shumin said with a smile. In the past few days, Zhou Bingkun came to give him acupuncture every day so that he could have a good rest and his energy level was better.

"Dad, I disappoint you." Zhao Jianjun lowered his head and said. He is Zhao Shumin's only son. Zhao Shumin hoped that he could give birth to a son so that the Zhao family could have children, but he was found to be infertile and could not have children, not even a daughter.

.He is about forty years old, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with bright eyes and a high status, but he also has unsolvable worries.

"This is not your fault, and you don't have to blame yourself." Zhao Shumin said with some disappointment. He was not afraid of death, but it was difficult for him to accept not having a grandson.

"Jianjun, can't your illness be cured?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"It can't be cured. I've gone abroad to see it, but it can't be cured." Zhao Jianjun said helplessly.

"Then do you want Dr. Zhou to take a look?" Qi Xinghua asked. He was very confident in Zhou Bingkun's medical skills. He had personally experienced Zhou Bingkun's miraculous medical skills. Many experts were unable to do anything about the cough that had troubled him for many years, but Zhou Bingkun casually gave it a pat.

Enough.

"Then give it a try." Zhao Jianjun actually didn't believe Zhou Bingkun, but he did not refuse Qi Xinghua. He always had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He hoped that he could cure the disease and continue the Zhao family. He didn't want to make his father regretful.

, and don’t want to regret it.

Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and began to take Zhao Jianjun's pulse.

A minute later, Zhou Bingkun finished reading and said directly: "This infertility should be cured."

"What?"

"ah?"

"Yeah?"

Zhou Bingkun's words broke the silence and surprised everyone.

"Dr. Zhou, can it really be cured?" Zhao Shumin asked hurriedly. He was the most anxious person. He hoped that Zhao Jianjun's disease could be cured and he could have a son.

"Yes." Zhou Bingkun nodded. Zhao Jianjun's illness was nothing to him. He was shining again. He was always different, and his talent made him always so dazzling.

.He always pretends to be cool unintentionally. He doesn’t mean it.

"How to cure it?" Zhao Jianjun asked calmly. He had heard that it could be cured, but it was not cured either.

"That's easy to say. I'll just give you a few times of acupuncture and you'll be fine. Well, you and your lover can drink a few more Chinese medicines, so that you have a greater chance of having a son." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Ah?" Zhao Jianjun was a little surprised, "What does it mean that you have a better chance of giving birth to a son?"

"Why are you standing there? Why don't you ask Dr. Zhou to give you an acupuncture?" Zhao Shumin was a little anxious. He wanted to know that the Zhao family had a child before he died. He did not dare to expect to see the child born.

"Dr. Zhou, where do you do acupuncture?" Zhao Jianjun asked nervously.

"Go to the bedroom. I'll finish the acupuncture and you should be asleep, so just have a good sleep." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

After a while.

Zhao Jianjun fell asleep.

Zhou Bingkun gave Zhao Shumin acupuncture again and made him fall asleep.

Say goodbye to the Zhao family.
To be continued...