following day
Brother Zheng and Wang Jian had just woken up when Zhao Che rushed over with a few doctors.
Old Zhao was his strategic talent, and Zhao Che naturally didn't want Old Zhao to die young like Guo Jia.
Old Zhao was already in his forties.
According to the average life expectancy of this era, a person in his thirties should not be considered to have died young.
However, the average lifespan was not reliable.
On average, it included various factors such as premature death and illness.
In particular, the medical conditions in ancient times were very poor. Basically, the average life expectancy in feudal times did not exceed 50 years.
In some dynasties, the average lifespan was not even 30 years old.
"Old Zhao! These are the doctors in the hospital. They are all attending physicians of various departments. They are here to arrange a consultation for you!”Zhao Che smiled and introduced the doctors behind him.
"This is the future strategic talent of Dongbin.”Zhao Che didn't put on any airs as he cupped his fists and bowed.
Brother Zheng looked at the doctor in front of him, whose average age was probably no more than forty years old. He did not have much hope in his heart.
After all, Chinese medicine was based on experience.
To be precise, regardless of whether it was Chinese or Western medicine, the older one was, the more skilled they were.
The famous doctors in the later generations were basically all under forty years old.
He was well aware of his own physical condition. Even the royal doctor could only help him adjust his body. Brother Zheng did not have much hope for the doctors here.
In fact, after Brother Zheng realized that the pill was poisonous, he began to believe Zhao Che's words.
The Imperial Physician Xia Wuqi had warned him not to eat pills, but of course, Brother Zheng did not listen.
His body was also deteriorating. Although he did not collapse, he was often extremely tired.
The imperial physicians couldn't find out the reason no matter how hard they tried.
Brother Zheng later directly handed the task of recuperating his body to the alchemist.
Although he didn't think that it would be of much use, Brother Zheng still enjoyed Zhao Che's concern.
" Thank you so much." Brother Zheng smiled at Zhao Che.
" It's fine. Doctors have the heart of a parent. Although I'm not very skilled, I'm still considered half a doctor."
"Puchi!"
As Zhao Che's voice faded, Wang Jian, who was standing at the side, started laughing unkindly. However, it was obvious that he was holding it in. His old face turned red.
Brother Zheng's expression darkened visibly.
"Uh, slip of the tongue...: I made a mistake. Why don't you take my pulse first?" Zhao Che was in high spirits, but he was too embarrassed to say anything more after offending Old Zhao.
Brother Zheng nodded with a dark face and stretched out his wrist.
One by one, the doctors took turns to take her pulse.
However, it was obvious that all the doctors did not look too good.
"How is it? I didn't study the medical books my mother left behind carefully, so I can't diagnose the specific illness.”
After a long time, Zhao Che asked in a low voice when he saw that the doctors had finished taking their pulses.
The doctors looked at each other, and the older doctor stood up first.
"Let me say it first."
"The problem with his body is very big. He's on the verge of collapse.”
" There should also be high blood pressure and high blood fat," another doctor said.
The hospital had already started researching the idea of the three high standards since it was proposed by Zhao Che.
However, this was in ancient times. There were very few cases of the three high diseases, so it was still in the research stage.
" There's also poisoning," a doctor said.
"Maybe someone poisoned him or ate poisonous food for a long time.”
The doctors were all talking at once, and the final conclusion was naturally not very optimistic.
"It's simple. Can it be cured?" Zhao Che asked.
The doctors were silent for a while before saying,"It can be cured, but it can't be cured in the short term. It needs to be recuperated for a long time.”
"He has a huge problem with his body. He's also overly obese and has begun to affect his health.”
"It seems that the poisoning has been going on for a long time.”
Zhao Che summarized.
There were two big problems.
One was obese.
There was a saying that Old Zhao was indeed a little fat, and it was already beginning to affect his health.
The second problem was poisoning.
Moreover, it was a long-term poison!
"If it's a poison problem, it needs to be slowly recuperated. Moreover, it needs to undergo long-term detoxification. Moreover, it can't be touched by this poison. From the looks of it, it shouldn't have been touched recently.”
"If you're obese, it has nothing to do with medicine. You can only rely on yourself. Eat less and move more.”
"Oh, right, my kidneys are a little weak, and my body can't take it anymore.”
Brother Zheng was no longer the same Brother Zheng who relied on his positioning to make Jing Ke dance around when he was young.
If Jing Ke tried to assassinate the Qin Emperor again, Brother Zheng would probably not be able to complete his crazy movements.
But it didn't matter. Brother Zheng was now a meat dish. The assassin's slash would only leave fat, so it was not a big problem.
Zhao Che listened to the doctors 'analysis. It seemed that the situation was not too serious.
"Actually, it's very dangerous. If we leave it alone, many symptoms will conflict. Three years later, it'll be difficult for even the gods to save us.”a doctor said.
Zhao Che nodded.
It didn't matter. It was fine as long as there was someone to save him now.
Zhao Che didn't know much about detoxification, so he didn't plan to interfere. He just needed to wait for them to come up with the formula.
As for losing weight
Zhao Che decided to make a weight-loss plan for Old Zhao.
Burning Old Zhao's Calories!
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