Chapter 148 It's Time To Take Medicine

Huo's boy and the others have grown up watching him. They have always looked like a little old man since childhood. How can they be so lucky? Found such a lovable doll as a daughter-in-law?

Just then, the door was knocked twice.

The nurse came in and reminded: "Master, it's time to take medicine."

Hearing this, Mr. Huo frowned suddenly.

So are the others.

"What medicine do you take? I'm not sick! If I hadn't seen these old guys here, I wouldn't be staying in your hospital!"

"I'm all here to accompany Lao Shen."

"Yes, me too."

Song Yaoyao blinked and asked curiously, "Grandpa, are you afraid of taking medicine?"

"cough--"

in a word.

It is said that old children, old children, several people usually take medicine by coaxing, but no one dares to say this in front of them.

The nurse was stunned, and her eyes fell on Song Yaoyao.

"Who's afraid of taking medicine? It's just that the medicine is useless? I've been taking it for many years, and my body is still like this. I think I can live longer without taking it."

The old man Shen laughed, "I'm already a lot of age, I've seen through it long ago—"

After saying this, there was a faint sadness in the air for a while.

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mr. Huo patted her on the head and glared at Mr. Shen impatiently, "What's the matter with you? Can you stop saying such depressing words in front of children, isn't it sad for children to hear it?"

Song Yaoyao licked her lips and suddenly asked, "Sister Nurse, can I see what medicines they are taking?"

Mr. Huo's body is still tough. Among the four old people, Mr. Shen's body is poor. Song Yaoyao didn't give him a pulse, but from the color of his purple lips and the occasional coughing sound when playing cards, he also guessed. Out, he probably suffers from uremia.

Uremia is not an independent disease, but a clinical syndrome shared by various advanced renal diseases.

The further back you go, the more painful the treatment becomes.

Hemodialysis, peritoneal dialysis, kidney transplantation.

There are only these three options, and at such an old age as Mr. Shen, the risk of a kidney transplant is actually very high.

And Song Yaoyao didn't know if he had ever had a kidney transplant before that.

If it's done and it's still getting worse, it's a little trickier.

"Ah?" The nurse laughed, "Is the little girl studying medicine?"

Song Yaoyao nodded and shook his head again, "I understand a little bit, but I'm studying Chinese medicine."

"Traditional Chinese..."

The nurse's eyes flashed, "I guess if I give you medicine, you can't tell the efficacy of those medicines. Western medicine is different from traditional Chinese medicine."

She tried her best to keep smiling so that she didn't show contempt.

What time is it, still Chinese medicine?

"If she says she wants to see it, just show it to her. What are you talking about so much nonsense for?"

Mr. Huo glanced at her impatiently, "What's the matter? You look down on Chinese medicine?"

Song Yaoyao's grandfather is a Chinese medicine practitioner, but she also knows that the outside world has prejudice against Chinese medicine, and believes that it is very troublesome to fry traditional Chinese medicine with slow effects. Basically, when everyone is sick, they go to the hospital to see a doctor, and rarely choose traditional Chinese medicine.

But my grandfather dedicated his whole life to the Chinese medicine he loves, and was respected by many people. Now, in the nurse's words, there is a faint disdain for Chinese medicine. She sat in front of Mr. Huo without saying a word. Although she was a little angry, as my grandfather said, she can't change other people's thoughts and prejudices, but she can change herself.

Feel free to be ashamed.