Chapter 915: Doctors Gathering for Consultation

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Doctors Gathering for Consultation

Liu Yue Ru saw the visitor and stood up with several sisters-in-law to greet him.

"Mr. Zhang, you finally arrived. Please come in and have a cup of tea to refresh yourself."

The elder with graying hair smiled faintly, "Madam Cui, there’s no need for such formality. I’m here to treat Elder Cui, so I should see the patient first."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Liu Yue Ru’s face stiffened slightly. She nodded in agreement and respectfully invited Zhang Cangsong inside.

Everyone immediately followed, and Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge also followed from behind, walking through a long corridor to reach Cui Boyong’s room.

The room was very large, even with dozens of people entering, it didn’t feel crowded.

The interior was arranged in an antique style, with rosewood furniture, famous calligraphy and paintings, and antique porcelain, each piece invaluable.

Dozens of doctors in white coats surrounded the bed; some held stethoscopes, some flipped through medical records, some discussed in low voices, the atmosphere grave and tense.

Cui Boyong lay on the bed, his complexion pale, lips purplish, and eye sockets sunken. He looked noticeably thinner, as if something had drained his vitality.

The bedside was filled with various instruments, the beeping noises particularly harsh in the quiet room.

Cui Boyong’s three sons and a daughter stood to the side, their faces not looking good.

The eldest, Cui Wen Yao, was in his fifties, his face serious and with some resemblance to Cui Boyong, the current head of the Cui Family. After losing his wife, he married Liu Yue Ru, who was more than ten years younger than himself, and Cui Yunfan was Cui Wen Yao’s son with his first wife.

The second, Cui Wenxuan, was a few years younger than his elder brother, slender, wore gold-rimmed glasses, appeared gentle, had a good relationship with his wife, and had one son and adopted Cui Yunzhi. The family of four got along harmoniously.

As for the third, Cui Wenbo, he was notorious for his affairs, with several illegitimate children. Cui Boyong’s daughter was well married, having both a son and a daughter, making the Cui Family a prosperous and large family.

Earlier, Yang Cheng curiously asked about the Cui Family’s situation, and Cui Yunzhi answered truthfully. She was originally the child of an old friend of Cui Boyong, and after her parents passed away, Cui Boyong brought her to the Cui Family.

Thinking his second son Cui Wenxuan had good character and a gentle personality, he let Cui Wenxuan adopt Cui Yunzhi. Over the years, they have treated her as a true member of the Cui Family, and her brothers and younger brother treated her well, but the aunts did not regard her well.

At this time, the Cui Family members were gathered at the bedside, looking worriedly at Elder Cui.

"Doctors, we entrust Elder to you. As long as you can cure him, the Cui Family will greatly reward you."

As Liu Yue Ru spoke, she choked up, leaning against Cui Wen Yao.

"Yue Ru, don’t worry. Elder will definitely be fine."

Cui Wen Yao gently consoled her, showing not much concern for his own father, but rather he was very compassionate towards his wife.

"Madam Cui, please don’t stand on ceremony, we will certainly do our utmost."

Zhang Cangsong was the first to speak, his voice loud and full of energy.

The other doctors also echoed, one by one full of confidence, as if Cui Boyong’s illness was nothing more than a small matter.

"Then please, doctors, begin."

Liu Yue Ru made a gesture of invitation and stepped aside.

A dozen renowned doctors gathered by the bed and began examining Cui Boyong.

Zhang Cangsong walked at the front, reached to check Cui Boyong’s pulse, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the changes in the pulse.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, frowning slightly.

"The old man’s pulse is weak, deficient in both Qi and blood, indeed caused by a stroke."

Other doctors also stepped forward, examining while speaking in low voices.

"Judging by the symptoms, it’s indeed a stroke, and the situation doesn’t look promising."

"The old man is quite elderly and has a frail constitution, and this sudden stroke further depleted his Primordial Energy."

"A CT scan done at the hospital showed blocked blood vessels in the brain. Thrombolytic drugs have been used, but they are not proving effective. In this case, Western medicine alone won’t suffice; traditional Chinese medicine is also needed."

"I suggest using a prescription to greatly replenish Primordial Energy, stabilize the old man’s body first and then gradually adjust."

"Inappropriate, the old man’s body is too weak right now, a drastic approach would be counterproductive, it should be gradual, focusing on gentle supplementation."

"I agree with gentle supplementation, but not too slow; the old man’s body can’t afford the delay."

The doctors debated, each firm in their views, none able to persuade the others.

Zhang Cangsong listened to everyone’s opinions, pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Everyone has valid points, but the most important thing right now is to stabilize the old man’s condition. I suggest using medication to sustain it for now and adapting once he wakes up."

Upon these words, most of the doctors nodded, with only a few retaining reservations.

Liu Yue Ru stood to the side, listening to the doctors’ discussion, her eyes gradually reddening, and her voice became choked.

"Doctors, I beg you to save the elder. We’ll do anything as long as he can be cured."

As she spoke, she took out a tissue to wipe her eyes, appearing heartbroken.

Cui Wen Yao sighed, walked over to the bedside, looking at his father’s pale face, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Everyone, please, whatever medicine you say works, I will spare no effort to find it."

He bowed deeply to the doctors.

Zhang Cangsong quickly supported him, turned around, walked to the desk, picked up a pen, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Cui Wen Yao.

"Mr. Cui, have someone prepare this prescription, boil it with three bowls of water into one bowl, use it once daily for three days and see the effect."

Cui Wen Yao quickly nodded and handed the prescription to the butler beside him.

Yang Cheng stood at the door, watching the scene, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He hadn’t said a word or stepped forward, just quietly observing Cui Boyong’s condition.

"What is it?"

Feng Jiuge noticed the change in his expression and asked in a low voice.

"It’s not right, the elder isn’t having a stroke at all."

Yang Cheng shook his head, his gaze landing on Cui Boyong’s face.

"It’s not a stroke? Then what is it?"

Feng Jiuge looked surprised.

Yang Cheng didn’t answer but instead activated his X-ray Vision, carefully checking Cui Boyong’s physical condition.

His gaze moved from Cui Boyong’s head downwards, scanning the internal organs until it finally stopped at his head.

Cui Boyong’s brain did have blood vessel blockage, but it wasn’t naturally formed; it was caused by external force.

More precisely, it was poisoning.

Yang Cheng saw a cloud of black energy enveloping Cui Boyong’s head, that black energy seemed alive, slowly writhing over his head, constantly eroding his meridians and blood vessels.

It was a chronic poison, not very potent, but prolonged consumption would gradually present stroke symptoms, eventually leading to blocked blood vessels in the brain and resulting in a coma.

If he were not a cultivator and not well-versed in various poisons, he might not have noticed the anomaly.