Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Everyone thought Old Master Song would finally recover pletely, but he ended up having plications.
Song Zhi and Song Qi looked upset as they stood outside the window and gazed at Old Master Song lying inside the sterile chamber.
“Don’t worry. The doctor has already assured me that the plications are not very serious and everything is under control. In 15 days, everything will be fine after new bone marrow has been produced.” Song Qi patted Song Zhi on the shoulder and forted him.
Song Zhi had dark circles under his eyes. He had to worry about Old Master Song’s condition. Moreover, he had to handle his cousins while they were eyeing his position. It was quite mentally and physically exhausting for him.
Song Zhi rubbed his brow. He turned around and leaned against the window without looking inside the room. “I sure hope so.”
Song Qi looked at him before she said, “Why don’t you get Mr. Fu to take a second look at Dad?”
“Thave already called him. He’s ing to the hospital today.” A ray of hope appeared in Song Zhi’s eyes at the mention of Mr. Fu.
Before undergoing the surgery, Old Master Song had already taken Mr. Fu’s medication. Ever since then, his condition had improved vastly. They could only hope that Mr. Fu was able to help with the post-surgery plications as well.
Song Qi nodded. The worry on her face dissipated slightly. “That’s good.”
“Uh huh.”
Before long, Fu Cheng arrived at the hospital.
Song Zhi personally went to the entrance to meet Fu Cheng and was particularly reverent towards him. He told Fu Cheng about his father’s condition as they walked.
When they got to the hospital ward, Song Zhi showed him Old Master Song’s medical report.
them.
Fu Cheng glanced at it briefly before he raised his hand and stopped him. “It’s okay. You don’t have to show it to me. It is useless to me.”
Song Zhi hurriedly placed the medical report back among his father’s medical records. “Okay. You probably need to take his pulse, right? Please put on the sterile hospital gown before going in.”
Fu Cheng acknowledged him with a mild expression on his face. After changing into the sterile hospital gowns, they entered the sterile chamber.
After taking his pulse, Fu Cheng frowned slightly before his forehead quickly smoothened out. He proceeded to leave the sterile chamber without lingering on any further. He looked at Song Zhi and simply said without uttering a single word about the patient’s condition, “I will refine the medicine and let
you know.”
Song Zhi knew that Fu Cheng had a cold personality. The moment he heard this, he felt relieved. He promptly decided not to probe. “Okay. I will be waiting for your good news then.”
Fu Cheng nodded. He went downstairs without letting Song Zhi walk him out.
Song Qi had been waiting by the side. She could not help but react. “These people from the Apothecaries’ Association sure are proud. He could not even be bothered to say an extra word to us.”
Song Zhi watched as Fu Cheng left before veering his eyes. Then, he mented understandingly., “That’s because he is excellent at his job.”
People without talent were destined to bow and submit.
*
After Fu Cheng left the hospital, he went back to the Apothecaries’ Association and headed to the library.
He went through books in the library and recorded a few prescriptions before he left.
Fu Cheng genuinely was not confident about helping Old Master Song with his condition. He mused briefly and decided to ask his teacher for help.
His teacher was the deputy chairman of the association.
After the deputy chairman heard what Fu Cheng said, he glanced at the prescriptions Fu Cheng had written down. Then, he said mildly, “plications from bone marrow transplants happen because the patient has low immunity until the bone marrow has fully reproduced itself. I think these
prescriptions will work just fine..”
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