Chapter 47

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Watching the change in Zhao Xinyu's expression and thinking about the investigation results of Zhao Xinxiang, Du Gang also knew what Zhao Xinyu was thinking and did not continue to ask.

The ancient capital Yanjing, which has been the capital of eight dynasties, has become the capital of these dynasties not only because of its location but also because of its natural and cultural endowments.

Most of the famous buildings in Yanjing today are relics from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the ancient quadrangle courtyards in the city are the envy of many. However, any one of these courtyards can cost tens of millions, and ordinary families can only sigh in admiration.

An ancient street, though not wide, is different from the bustling areas of other regions. This street is very quiet, and there is not even a car on it.

Whenever a vehicle appears, it is always a special vehicle, and the occasional people seen on the street are middle-aged men moving in unison.

Seeing such a street, Zhao Xinyu turned to look at Du Mengnan sitting next to him, his eyes showing a hint of inquiry.

Du Mengnan smiled, stretched out her hand, and patted his hand, "Don't overthink it, treat it like you did for Yumei, Xiaoxi, and Xiaopeng."

Zhao Xinyu sighed inwardly. Although Du Mengnan did not say it, he already understood that the person he was to treat was not an ordinary person.

The car stopped, and the middle-aged men who had followed them all the way entered a courtyard and went into a room. Only Du Mengnan, Zhao Xinyu, and a middle-aged man in his fifties remained by the old man's side.

In a reception room from a bygone era, all the objects were as ancient and elegant as the room itself, and there were almost no modern technological products in the room.

At this moment, two men and one woman were sitting in the reception room. The two men were at least sixty years old, and the woman looked to be in her forties.

When Du Gang entered, the three of them stood up at the same time, their expressions full of respect. "Uncle Du, have you brought the doctor?" the middle-aged woman asked with a hint of urgency.

"How is the old leader?"

At these words, the expressions of the three instantly darkened. "The situation is not optimistic; he is in a deep coma."

Du Gang sighed slightly and pointed to Zhao Xinyu standing at the door with a backpack. "It's him, let's go in and see."

The three were taken aback, their eyes showing a hint of surprise. "Uncle Du, you...?"

"Let's go in and see first. He is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine and has been learning it from his family elders since childhood."

Seeing Du Gang say this, the three exchanged glances, their eyes full of bitterness. When they received the call, they had already ignited hope, but now, seeing Zhao Xinyu, their newly ignited hope instantly vanished.

However, thinking about how many famous Chinese and Western medical experts had come over the long period without any effect, they were willing to try anything as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

Since Du Gang brought the person, they knew that Du Gang would never act rashly and would not bring an incompetent youth without a certain level of confidence.

Understanding this, the three nodded and led the way out of the reception room.

"Dream, you and Xiao Wang wait here."

In a large room filled with medical equipment, a thin, pale-skinned old man lay quietly on the bed. If it weren't for the occasional rise and fall of his chest, no one would think he was still alive.

Two nurses in their fifties were examining the old man, and a man in his seventies was staring at a machine, his brows furrowed, clearly encountering a difficult problem.

Hearing the door open, the old man turned to look. Seeing the three people enter, his eyes showed a hint of bitter laughter.

"President Hu, how is it?"

The old man shook his head. "We've tried every method, now..."

Instantly, the eyes of the three showed a hint of sorrow. The middle-aged man suddenly turned to look at Zhao Xinyu, who had followed them in. "Young doctor, take a look," at this point, he had no choice.

Zhao Xinyu nodded, placed his backpack in a corner, and walked to the bed, the two nurses immediately stopping and stepping back.

Zhao Xinyu pulled a chair, sat down, took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly became crystal clear. He extended his index finger and placed it on the old man's wrist.

At this moment, everyone in the room's eyes narrowed. They were not ordinary people and had a deep understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. Pulse diagnosis was common, but using only one finger to diagnose was something they had never even heard of.

For over twenty minutes, Zhao Xinyu took his finger back and turned to look at the three middle-aged people. "The old man's illness has probably been more than half a year, right?"

The three were taken aback, looking at Du Gang, but Du Gang shook his head. They thought Du Gang had mentioned it, but they knew Du Gang had not said anything.

"Seven months."

"The old man likes to drink and grow flowers."

This statement shocked the three even more. Only a few people knew about this, but how did this young man know? They trusted Du Gang, and if Du Gang had mentioned the duration of the illness, he would not have mentioned the drinking and flower-growing, which had nothing to do with the illness.

"Yes."

"Xiao Zhao, is there...?" Due to the severity of the old man's condition, Du Gang did not dare to ask directly.

Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered, and he nodded. "There is still a glimmer of hope, but the probability is not high, less than forty percent." As he spoke, Zhao Xinyu looked at the three middle-aged people, clearly needing to gauge their willingness given the low probability.

Unexpectedly, the three nodded in unison. They had already given up hope, and now hearing there was a forty percent chance, they would not hesitate.

"Young man, don't speak rashly. What is the old man's illness?" President Hu frowned, as they had been searching for the cause of the illness since the old man fell ill but had not found it, and the old man had fallen into a deep coma, which had already made them feel ashamed.

Now, a young man, after just diagnosing the pulse, claimed a forty percent chance without even mentioning the cause of the illness, which he, a proud expert, could not accept.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly. "The old man is not sick at all, so how can there be a cause?"

"Ah," this statement made the air in the room freeze, and everyone was dumbfounded. The old man was not sick but in a deep coma, who could believe it?

"Xiao Zhao, don't speak rashly. If the old leader is not sick, how could he be like this?"

Zhao Xinyu looked at Du Gang. "The old man is really not sick. The reason he is like this is due to his hobbies."

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at the three still stunned middle-aged people. "The old man particularly loves orchids, right? If I'm not mistaken, there should be a purple heart orchid in his room, and before he fell ill, he should have also collected a white jade orchid."

At these words, the three were stunned, their eyes full of disbelief. This was something even Du Gang did not know, but this young man knew it through pulse diagnosis. This young man....

"Lu Jianguo, is what he said true?" Du Gang asked the oldest middle-aged man.

Lu Jianguo nodded. "Uncle Du, there is indeed a purple heart orchid in my father's room. He has been growing it for over thirty years. Last year, Weiguo somehow found a white jade orchid, but orchids and...?"

Zhao Xinyu chuckled. "Purple heart orchids and white jade orchids are both top-quality orchids, each worth a fortune. Individually, they would not cause any problems, but together, they can cause trouble."

This statement left everyone in the room even more confused. Orchids are beloved by flower enthusiasts, but they had never heard of orchids causing a coma.

"Other orchids together are fine, but when purple heart orchids and white jade orchids are together, their fragrances blend and can produce a tiny insect called the orchid heart worm. The orchid heart worm is so small that it might not even be visible under a microscope. The orchid heart worm does not harm people, but if it is nourished by alcohol, it will mutate into a heart-eating worm. Once the heart-eating worm enters the human body, it will feed on the essence and blood, reproducing. If left unchecked, the heart-eating worm will spread throughout the bloodstream, and when it finally reaches the brain, the person is beyond saving."

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