Siheyuan: Fishing for All Things

Zhao Mingren lay on the bed, his upper body naked.

Lin Shaowen took a deep breath, and the thirteen silver needles in his hand flew out and pierced his back steadily. The room was very quiet, so the shaking sound of the silver needles could be heard clearly.

"Shaowen, be steady."

Zhang Yuyang's eyelids jumped suddenly. In such a place, how dare the bad boy show off his skills?

The guards' guns were half pulled out.

Lin Shaowen didn't say anything, but stretched out his right hand and flicked the silver needles one by one.

"Hiss."

Zhao Mingren took a deep breath, and the guards immediately surrounded him.

"Back off."

A slightly majestic voice sounded.

Lin Shaowen looked sideways and saw an old lady with gray hair on her temples, wearing a light blue cheongsam, and the whole person looked very dignified.

"President Lin, please continue." The old lady smiled.

"Yes."

Lin Shaowen flicked the silver needles again.

"It hurts."

Zhao Mingren shouted.

"Okay."

Lin Shaowen pulled out the silver needle and fiddled with another one again.

This time Zhao Mingren had no reaction and even breathed a sigh of relief.

An hour and a half later.

Lin Shaowen, with sweat on his forehead, took back all the silver needles, and Zhao Mingren had fallen into a deep sleep.

"President Lin, please go to the outer room to wash your face." The old lady said softly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Zhao."

Lin Shaowen nodded and walked out immediately.

Living room.

After washing his face, Lin Shaowen sat upright on the sofa.

"President Lin, is there anything wrong with my husband?" Mrs. Zhao said nervously.

"It's not a big problem." Lin Shaowen said solemnly, "It's just that at this age, all organs and organs have almost reached their limits, just like a machine, no matter how well it is maintained, it will eventually break down."

"I understand." Mrs. Zhao nodded, "Just now I heard someone say that you suggested that we return to our hometown to recuperate? Is this good for Old Zhao's illness?"

"Yes." Lin Shaowen nodded, "If conditions permit, returning to the hometown to recuperate and no longer being disturbed by worldly affairs will be very good for Old Zhao's condition. And... If I'm not mistaken, Old Zhao should love sweets and have a serious sugar addiction."

"Sugar addiction?"

Mrs. Zhao and Zhang Yuyang frowned at the same time.

It was the first time they heard such a statement.

"In fact, sugar is a 'legal poison', and it is normal to be addicted to sugar." Lin Shaowen said softly, "As our conditions get better and better, there will be more and more diabetic patients like Old Zhao."

"Shao Wen, don't be alarmist." Zhang Yuyang knocked on the table.

"No, Dean Lin is right." Mrs. Zhao sighed, "My old Zhao used to live a hard life and almost never ate sugar... Later, when conditions were better, he started eating sugar every day, which was more addictive than many people's cigarettes."

"Is he really addicted to sugar?" Zhang Yuyang said seriously.

"It's not common now." Lin Shaowen shook his head.

Under the current conditions, it's a bit nonsense to say that he is addicted to sugar.

Everyone drools when they see meat, is there a meat addiction?

"Is there a way to quit it?" Mrs. Zhao asked.

"No need." Lin Shaowen shook his head and said, "You just said that Mr. Zhao has lived a lot of hard times. Eating sugar may be his only hobby now. If he is forced to quit, the withdrawal reaction will kill him."

"What is the withdrawal reaction?" Zhang Yuyang immediately became interested.

"Do you know how to quit smoking?" Lin Shaowen took out a cigarette and lit one. "Long-term smoking will form a smoking addiction. The nicotine and harmful substances in the cigarette will be integrated into our body. The body and mind have already adapted. If you force yourself to quit..."

"It is very likely that the body and mind will not be able to accept it, and some strange reactions will appear in the end, such as vomiting, nausea, general fatigue... It is not uncommon for death to occur."

"Go back and give me a report." Zhang Yuyang ordered, "If this is the case, then many older people are not suitable for forced smoking and drinking?"

"Yes." Lin Shaowen nodded and said, "There is another problem. From the perspective of ordinary patients, people in their eighties do not need to quit these things at all. After all, there are not many things that can make them happy."

"But..."

Mrs. Zhao hesitated.

"Of course, I'm talking about ordinary patients." Lin Shaowen waved his hand hurriedly, "If it is based on other purposes, such as in ancient times, generals need to boost the morale of the army and need a healthy body, this situation is not suitable."

"Old Zhao still hopes to live longer, after all, there are still many..."

"Mrs. Zhao." Lin Shaowen interrupted her narration and said anxiously, "I just came here to see a doctor, please don't tell me anything else."

"Well. "

Mrs. Zhao looked at Lin Shaowen in surprise, and then at the guard.

The guard came over and whispered to her.

"What did you find out?" Mrs. Zhao asked in surprise.

"Nothing was found." The guard smiled bitterly.

"Nothing was found, so why don't you trust your comrades?" Mrs. Zhao said with a gloomy face, "Xu Shen is also fooling around. A little provocation from outsiders has caused a storm in the city."

"Minister Xu is also responsible." Lin Shaowen smiled bitterly.

Mrs. Zhao pondered for a while and said, "If Lao Zhao is unwilling to return to his hometown to recuperate, is there any way for Dean Lin to treat him?"

"Yes, insulin can control diabetes." Lin Shaowen said in a deep voice, "But insulin synthesis is very difficult... There are many technical breakthroughs to be made."

"Can't you do it with your technology?" Mrs. Zhao said expectantly.

"It's hard to say. "Lin Shaowen shook his head.

In fact, in England, there was a method for synthesizing insulin a long time ago.

However, even in later generations, insulin is not cheap, and for patients with severe diabetes, lifelong injections are required.

"President Lin, if possible, please help me." Mrs. Zhao held his hand and said.

"Doctors are kind-hearted. I will try." Lin Shaowen smiled bitterly.

Zhang Yuyang did not speak, but looked at him worriedly.

Insulin, he has also seen it in some foreign medical books, but seeing it does not mean that it can be made. Now both the technology and the process in China are just starting.

"Mr. Zhao's condition is relatively stable. As long as he controls his emotions and controls his sugar intake, there will be no problem in the short term." Lin Shaowen comforted.

"Well. "

Mrs. Zhao nodded, waved to the staff beside her, and whispered a few words.

After a while, the staff came over with a big box.

"Mrs. Zhao, this is..."

"This is the TV that they just sent. It's a new thing. We are old and used to listening to the radio. We don't need this thing." Mrs. Zhao smiled.

"No, it's too expensive." Lin Shaowen hurriedly declined.

"Dean Lin, you are still young. It's a good thing to read more news reports and get in touch with more new things." Mrs. Zhao took his hand and said, "We will trouble you many times in the future, so don't refuse."

"Shao Wen."

Zhang Yuyang called softly.

Lin Shaowen smiled bitterly and shook his head. After all, she is still the leader's wife. She is really beautiful in her behavior and work.

Now that the TV is collected, can he dare not be careful about the insulin?