jdhmnovel Chapter 162 Treatment
Chapter 162 Treatment
Xiaoyue lowered her head somewhat embarrassed when she heard the old general say that.
"I dare not accept such praise! I am unworthy of such praise from the Spirit King."
Her voice conveyed a sense of humility and self-reproach, as if she felt unworthy of such praise.
The old general shook his head and said firmly, "No, yes, yes. Although I am old, I was not blind on the battlefield back then."
You are all capable people. You even saved my life, cough cough..."
His words were full of gratitude and respect, but when he got emotional, he couldn't help coughing.
Seeing this, everyone rushed over anxiously, some offering water, some patting his back, some calling for a doctor... The whole room instantly became busy and tense.
The old general waved his hand, indicating that everyone should not be nervous.
"I'm fine, don't make a fuss."
Although his voice was weak, it conveyed a sense of determination and composure.
It was as if he had long since taken life and death in stride, and only hoped to make more contributions to the Ling Kingdom and its people.
Xiaoyue looked at the old general's violent cough with worry in her eyes, and then turned to look at her sister Daya beside her.
"Sister Daya, quickly get a Qi-Treasure Pill for the old general to take."
Upon hearing this, Daya immediately reached for the bag at her waist. After searching for a moment, her expression turned somewhat embarrassed.
"Xiaoyue, we didn't bring any Qi-Boosting Pills."
Daya took a bottle of pills out of the bag and handed it to Xiaoyue.
"Here you go, Xiaoyue, this is a Qingxin Pill. Although it's not as effective as the Qibao Pill, it can temporarily relieve the old general's cough. Please give it to the old general quickly."
Xiaoyue took the bottle, gently opened the cap, and a refreshing fragrance instantly filled the air.
She quickly poured out a calming pill and carefully fed it to the old general.
"General, please take this pill; it will make you feel better."
After the old general took the calming pill, his cough gradually subsided.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and the old doctor rushed over with his disciple.
When the crowd saw the old doctor, they all made way for him, their faces showing anticipation.
The old doctor walked to the old general's bedside, his face calm, and his slender fingers rested steadily on the old general's wrist.
He closed his eyes slightly, held his breath and concentrated, and no one dared to make a sound to disturb him. For a moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
A moment later, the old doctor slowly opened his eyes, but his brows remained furrowed.
The old general's eldest son, Yue Zhiyang, unable to contain his anxiety, asked first, "Doctor, what is my father's condition?"
The old doctor didn't rush to answer. Instead, he sighed softly, stood up, and glanced at the faces of everyone in the room.
"The old general's health..."
The old doctor finally spoke, his voice steady yet tinged with seriousness.
"Although he has woken up now, the delay has been too long, and his condition is not optimistic."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room tensed up, and the old general's second son, Yue Zhifei, instantly had tears welling up in his eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, the old doctor raised his hand to signal him to calm down.
"Fortunately, it's not beyond saving."
The old doctor slowly walked to the table, picked up paper and pen, and said as he wrote, "I will write a prescription for the old general. Follow the prescription, get the medicine, decoct it and drink it on time every day. After about a month, he should see some improvement."
Yue Zhiyang's face lit up with joy, and he was about to express his gratitude when the old doctor turned to the old general with a serious expression and gave him earnest advice.
"General, you must remember this well: you must never risk your life on the battlefield again."
Your current physical condition requires proper rest and recuperation. You must not exert yourself further; otherwise, even a divine intervention would be insufficient to avert this crisis.
Yue Zhiyang and Yue Zhifei thanked him.
The old doctor nodded slightly, handed the written prescription to the attendant beside him, and said, "Get the medicine as soon as possible according to the prescription, don't delay." The attendant quickly took it, bowed and withdrew.
After everyone saw the old doctor off, Xiaoyue spoke softly, "General, I know some medicine. Let me take a look at you."
Upon hearing this, the old general was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy eyes.
He scrutinized Xiaoyue closely, as if trying to see right through her.
He thought to himself: This young girl is so talented at such a young age? You really can't judge a book by its cover.
It's understandable that the old general was so surprised.
He had spent his life on the battlefield and seen countless things, but he rarely encountered a young woman who was knowledgeable in medicine.
Perhaps because of the story told by the Spirit King, and because the scene of Xiaoyue risking her life to save him on the battlefield was still vivid in her mind.
All of this made the old general have more favor and trust towards Xiaoyue.
Without a second thought, the old general readily agreed.
"I didn't expect that Miss Xiaoyue, at such a young age, would know medicine. Then please take a look at this old man."
Xiaoyue smiled faintly and responded humbly and politely.
"General, you are too kind. In our Su Family Village, anyone who practices martial arts will also study some basic medical skills. This is an essential skill for us, just in case."
After saying that, Xiaoyue reached out and gently took the old general's hand, placing her fingers on his pulse and calmly taking it.
After a while, Xiaoyue frowned and released the old general's hand, remaining silent.
She turned to look at Daya, her eyes filled with a hint of coldness: "Daya, why don't you take the old general's pulse too?"
Daya nodded and sat down to take the old general's pulse.
Her expression was equally focused and serious, and she took even longer to take Xiaoyue's pulse.
After a moment, Daya slowly spoke.
"General, I am aware of your condition. Please rest well. You've been awake for so long, but you haven't eaten anything yet. The most important thing now is to fill your stomach."
The old general smiled slightly and waved his hand: "No need for such nonsense. You're also from Su Family Village, young lady? What's your name?"
Daya replied respectfully, "Yes, General. Xiaoyue and I are both from Sujia Village. My name is Lin Yunjiao, you can just call me Daya."
The old general nodded and praised, "Lin Yunjiao, the name 'Yunjiao' is as poetic and picturesque as clouds, and 'jiao' is gentle and charming."
Such beautiful connotations are all contained in your name; it is truly a wonderful name transformed from exquisite words.
Just tell me straight, am I nearing my end?
The old general's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.
Upon hearing this, his two sons, Yue Zhiyang and Yue Zhifei, immediately spoke up to stop him, their voices filled with anxiety.
The old general coughed lightly a few times, his tone firm.
"Alright, no need for further words. Miss Lin, just speak plainly. I'm already this old, there's nothing I can't let go of anymore."
Yue Zhiyang clenched his fists, his eyes slightly red: "Dad, you are the pillar of our family, how can you give up so easily?"
You are still very vigorous in your old age; there are many more battles for you to fight in the future.
Yue Zhifei nestled close to the old general, gently stroking his chest, trying to calm his cough, which had worsened due to his excitement.
"Yes, Father, we must go to the battlefield together to fight the enemy and serve our country."
Mother is still at home, eagerly awaiting good news from us. You mustn't say such discouraging things.
The old general shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
"Alright, you two, stop making a racket here. What kind of behavior is this? Ahem..."
Another violent coughing fit struck, making the youngest son, Yue Zhifei, even more flustered.
Just then, Daya and Xiaoyue stood to the side, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.
The old general suppressed his discomfort and looked at them with a firm gaze.
"Lin Yunjiao, oh, your name is Daya, right? Just say it directly. I've fought on the battlefield all my life, what kind of storms haven't I seen? I can handle this little illness and pain."
For a moment, Da Ya was at a loss for what to do.
"This……"
Xiaoyue noticed her predicament and, holding Daya's hand, said to the old general, "General, please don't worry. Daya and I will go out and discuss how to treat you."
"Please have some porridge for now to conserve your energy. We'll come back and let you know once we've discussed it and reached a decision."
After Xiaoyue finished speaking, she grabbed Daya's hand without waiting for a reply, and the two of them walked out of the room together.
Leaving the old general and his two sons inside, Yue Zhiyang and Yue Zhifei exchanged a worried look, but could only wait silently.
Finally, after Xiaoyue pulled Daya out of the room, everyone else left after seeing that Daya and Xiaoyue had left, leaving only the old general and his two sons inside.