Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 19 Imitating Xiaobei

Seeing that his father agreed to take his own pulse, Fang Xiaonan smiled and adjusted his breath a little, then stretched out three fingers and gently put them on Fang's father's wrists.

After frowning for two or three minutes, the brow slowly eased away, nodded and smiled, and said, "It's about the same as I thought!"

Looking at his son's nodding appearance, Fanfu was very pleased and said with a smile: "It seems that you are good at Chinese medicine, work hard!"

Fang Xiaonan nodded, looked at the time and it was getting late, so he handed over the 1 yuan to his father and prepared to go back to school.

"Xiaonan, wait a minute!" Looking at the pile of money handed over by his son, Fang father stretched out his hand and counted out 1 yuan from the 2000 yuan, and then handed back the remaining [-] yuan, saying: "I Just keep two thousand here, Xiaobei is now in his third year of high school, and he needs to buy some tutoring materials, and in addition, he needs to supplement some nutrition and add some food expenses; you keep the rest for yourself!"

"Huh?" Fang Xiaonan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and waved his hand: "Dad, don't worry. I still have money in my hand, and I can earn money every month in the future. You take the money, Xiaobei will give you more living expenses; your side should also add more nutrition, eat what you should eat, don't save!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Xiaonan waved his hand and walked out of the hemodialysis room, then walked towards the doctor's office.

"Hey, Xiao Nan is here!" Dr. Huang was sitting at his desk reading a book at this moment, seeing Fang Xiao Nan coming, he put down the book in his hand and said with a smile.

"Doctor Huang, how is my dad doing recently?" Fang Xiaonan sat down with a smile and asked.

Speaking of this, Dr. Huang slowly frowned, and said: "For the time being, the situation is fine. The blood routine was rechecked today, and the anemia has corrected a little, but it is still quite serious. If this continues, I'm afraid I will have to have a blood transfusion next week." good!"

"Okay, lose if you want!" Fang Xiaonan nodded, and then said with a smile: "By the way, Doctor Huang. I got a prescription for treating uremia from a professor a few days ago. I want you to help me." Take a look, if there is no problem, I plan to feed my dad for a while!"

"Prescription for treating uremia?" Dr. Huang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, let me have a look, if there is no problem, let your father take it!"

Immediately, Fang Xiaonan borrowed Dr. Huang's pen and prescription and wrote a prescription on it.

This prescription was prescribed after Xiao Nanfang confirmed his father's condition. Based on the experience of Mr. Huang's ninth reincarnation he inherited, he is confident that no old Chinese doctor in this world can surpass him in this aspect of Chinese medicine. is.

"Bai Ginseng, Atractylodes, Astragalus." Most doctors in the rural town hospitals are mostly Chinese medicine and western medicine. Dr. Huang glanced at this recipe for a few times. According to the symptoms, there are only benefits and no harm after taking it, so he signed the prescription directly, handed it to Fang Xiaonan and said with a smile: "Okay, then you can grab the medicine, but this prescription may cost dozens of dollars A pair is not cheap!"

"It's okay, thank you!" Fang Xiaonan thanked gratefully, then went outside to find a nurse to get today's bill, and went down to pay for the medicine.

Handed over the week's worth of medicine to Dr. Huang, and asked him to turn around and give it directly to his father, imitating Xiaonan, and then he rode his bike back to school; but he just rode out of the town, and looked at the cloud-shrouded sky next to him Mountain, imitating Xiao Nan's unknowing footsteps that stop.

Looking at Tianji Mountain, he pondered for a while, then looked at the time, Fang Xiaonan locked his bicycle on the railing on the side of the road, then turned around and strode towards Tianji Mountain.

Climbing up the mountain with strides like flies, Fang Xiaonan, whose physical strength has improved significantly compared to before, only took half an hour to stand on the top of the mountain.

It took another ten minutes, recalling and searching, and quickly found the location of the familiar cave, but at this time, it seemed that the cave was vaguely visible.

Fang Xiaonan didn't go directly, but looked at the side, then reached out and lifted a stone the size of a millstone next to it and threw it aside.

As the stone was removed, everything in front of him became clear instantly, and the cave hidden behind the vines was also in sight.

Standing in front of this cave in silence for a long time, Fang Xiaonan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to brush away those vines, and walked in slowly. .

Not long after, he walked out of the cave again, looked at the entrance of the cave covered by vines, sighed softly, bowed down and moved the stone back, and glanced at the stone that had recovered again. Seeing the blurred scene, he strode down the mountain.

In the evening, Fangfu stretched out his hand and carefully scooped a large bowl of chicken soup and chicken from the pressure cooker, looked at the remaining half pot of chicken soup, hesitated for a while, then scooped up two more spoonfuls and put them into the bowl. Replace the lid of the pressure cooker to your satisfaction.

The remaining half of the pot can be saved for two meals tomorrow.

"Dad, I'm back!"

A teenager in school uniform strode into the house with an old rucksack on his back.

The imitation father stuck his head out of the kitchen with a smile on his face, looked at his youngest son, and said with a mysterious smile: "Xiao Bei is back to wash his hands and prepare to eat!"

"Dad, why are you so happy today?" Fang Xiaobei casually threw his backpack on the chair, walked into the kitchen to wash his hands, and helped serve the meal.

"Huh, it smells so good!" Fang Xiaobei stretched out his hands to wash two handfuls, suddenly sniffled, looked at the big bowl on the stove, and said excitedly: "Dad, you made chicken soup!"

"Your brother cooked it!" Hearing the excited voice of the youngest son, Fang's father felt a little sour, but then he laughed again and said, "Quick, take out the dishes, let's start eating later!"

"it is good!"

"It's so fragrant!"

Seeing his son gulping down the soup with a bowl in his hand, the imitation father expressed pity and sorrow: "Don't rush to eat slowly, there are still plenty!"

"Dad, this bowl is enough for me; you can eat it too. You are not in good health, so you should eat more!" After Fang Xiaobei finished drinking the soup in the bowl, he pulled out all the meat scraps in the bowl and ate it. After dropping it, he wiped his mouth and put down the bowl reluctantly.

"Come and eat another bowl, you are growing up, there is still more in the pot!" Hearing his son's sensible words, imitating the father sighed contentedly, reached out to take his son's bowl, and scooped another bowl , handed it over, and said, "Drink this bowl, and daddy will eat the rest!"

Looking at the bowl of soup his father handed over, and seeing that there was still a lot of soup in the bowl on the table, Fang Xiaobei continued to eat happily.

Seeing his son eating happily, the imitation father smiled with satisfaction, and then drank it himself; feeling the deliciousness of the chicken soup, his eldest son appeared in front of his eyes, who was a little thin.

"Dad, you drink, you are not in good health, you drink more!" The sleeves of the boy's school uniform were obviously a little short, and when he reached out to push the last bowl of chicken soup over, a small half of his arm was exposed.

Looking at his youngest son, who was becoming more and more sensible, and at the small bowl of chicken soup that his son pushed over, the father felt a little sour, smiled and shook his head and said, "Xiao Bei, drink it up, Dad drank a lot just now, You are growing your body now, drink more!"

"Dad, I'm already full, I can't eat any more!" Fang Xiaobei rubbed his stomach, which was actually not bulging at all, exaggeratingly.

"Father is also very full, how about it, half of each person, don't waste it!" Fangfu smiled helplessly, reached out and poured the small bowl of chicken soup into his own bowl, and then gave the rest to Fangxiao north.

"Okay!" Looking at the remaining half of the bowl, Fang Xiaobei didn't hesitate any longer and drank it happily.

Looking at the son who drank most of the bowl of chicken soup in three or two mouthfuls, the imitation father smiled helplessly. Children who are seventeen or eighteen years old and growing up will never be able to fill their stomachs, let alone this year. Chicken soup from last time.

Thinking of this, Fangfu stretched out his hand and gently touched the pile of money in his pocket, and his heart began to feel a little more at ease again.

(End of this chapter)