Congratulations to the host for successfully treating a critically ill patient. The rewards are as follows…
Congratulations to the host for gaining a year of lifespan.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining ten Great Unity tickets, one sewing ticket, ten catties of fuel ticket, and thirty catties of face ticket.
Congratulations to the host for expanding the spirit herb garden by one square meter.
Father Yang's voice came from the room. Song Qingshan had yet to sit up from the sofa.
The system's reward for the mechanic class rang out in his mind.
This made Song Qingshan heave a sigh of relief.
With the system reward.
That proved that the patient had been cured by him.
The rewards this time were quite generous.
However, there was one thing that piqued Song Qingshan's curiosity. The system reward this time was different from the last time when he was with Director Li.
There was another adjective.
A critically ill patient.
Song Qingshan checked the system's settings in his mind.
He immediately understood.
It turned out that the rewards for treating patients were divided into five levels.
Minor illness, moderate illness, severe illness, near death.
Five levels.
The more serious the patient's condition was, the more difficult the disease was to treat, and the more rewards he would receive.
"Only the level of stroke and paralysis is considered severe?”
"He's already on the verge of death. If he doesn't receive treatment, he'll only have a few months to live.”
"It's a serious illness?"
Song Qingshan muttered in his heart. He felt that the system was a little sloppy in determining the patient's grade.
"Father, how do you feel?"
Manager Yang walked into the house and looked at his old father lying on the bed. His ashen eyes gradually lit up.
"I feel that the left half of my body is numb, as if a nest of ants is biting me.”
"Look."
As Father Yang spoke, he was as excited as a child and moved his toes.
"Don't move yet."
Song Qingshan walked into the room and happened to see this scene. He immediately stopped her.
"The needles are still on my body. If I move around, it'll easily cause my blood and Qi to become unstable.”
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll listen to you and not move.”
Father Yang immediately fell silent when he heard this.
He didn't dare to make any more movements.
"Old brother?"
Song Qingshan shook his head when he heard this address, but he didn't take it seriously. He raised his hand and gently pulled out a silver needle.
The needle was slightly black.
This was not a toxin that had been absorbed, but a blood clot.
"Father, it's not right for you to call me elder brother. You should call me grandpa. I'm already 100 years old this year.”
Song Qingshan didn't take it seriously.
Manager Yang heard his father address Song Qingshan and quickly explained.
"Hiss…"
Father Yang Wen Yan was shocked.
He quickly apologized,"Grandpa, please forgive me for offending you."”
"It's fine, it's fine."
"I'm so old. It's still my advantage to call me old brother.”
Seeing that the patient's condition had improved.
Song Qingshan was in a good mood and felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Then I'll call you old sir. Old sir, you look even tougher than me. You don't look like a 100-year-old man.”
Father Yang was still shocked by Song Qingshan's age.
He had always wanted to be strong.
Now, he saw a person who was even stronger than him. He was already a hundred years old, but he was still out to treat patients.
Father Yang was ashamed.
Other than shock, there was also admiration in his heart.
Song Qingshan only smiled and did not reply. Instead, he looked at Zhang Yilin." Put away the needles."”
"Alright, you can rest. Leave it to me.”
Zhang Yilin didn't know how to insert needles, but it was still easy for him to retract the needles.
Hearing Master Song Qingshan's instructions.
He immediately started.
"Old mister, how many more times does my father have to roll?”Manager Yang looked at Song Qingshan and asked.
"Once is enough."
"I'll give you a prescription later. Find a Chinese medicine hall and get three sets of the medicine on the list. After drinking it, you'll probably be able to walk.”
Since the system's rewards had already been distributed.
That meant that the patient was basically fine, and he had to drink a few medicinal soups to nurse his body.
He should be able to recover.
"Quick, go find a pen and paper for the old mister.”Father Yang immediately pointed at his son and urged him.
He was originally a patient who basically did not have any thoughts of living.
In just two hours.
His state of mind underwent a huge change, and hope was rekindled.
Especially after knowing Song Qingshan's age.
Father Yang also wanted to give it a try.
The old King of Hell would have to fight for another thirty to forty years.
"I'll go get it."
Hearing his father's instructions, Manager Yang quickly ran to the study and quickly brought a pen and paper.
Song Qingshan took the pen and paper.
He quickly wrote down a prescription. The Chinese medicine on it was not too expensive.
They were all common herbs that could replenish qi and blood.
It was easy to buy.
After Song Qingshan finished writing, he handed it to Manager Yang.
"Thank you for your hard work, Old Sir."
Manager Yang carefully put it away as if he had found a treasure. The gratitude in his eyes towards Song Qingsheng was indescribable.
Another hour passed.
It was almost noon.
Only then did Zhang Yilin finish collecting the silver needles from Father Yang's body. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
Her wrists were sore.
The more he withdrew, the more shocked he became. His master only used more than ten minutes to insert the needles.
Moreover, every frame was accurately inserted into the acupoints.
After he was done.
It didn't seem to be strenuous at all.
Moreover, he was only retracting the needles.
Not only did he not have any skill, but he was also so tired.
Master was simply a god in the world.
"Old sir, it's almost noon. Stay for a meal.”
"Yes, take good care of the old sir.”
The Yang father and son were very enthusiastic.
She wanted to have Song Qingshan stay for a meal.
"No, let's go back."
"You'd better go get some medicine for your father first. When the needle holes on your father's body heal before sunset, quickly give him a dose of medicine.”
"This is the best way to recover."
Song Qingshan politely refused.
As the saying goes, it's short to take someone's hand and short to eat someone's mouth.
Song Qingshan wanted to keep this favor.
He would use it in the future.
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll listen to you, Old Sir."
"Then I'll send the old master back first and then go get the medicine.”
Every word Manager Yang said to Song Qingshan sounded like an imperial edict in his ears.
He didn't dare to retort.
Very quickly.
The few of them got into the car again.
The car didn't drive for long.
They came to a main road near the market.
Song Qingshan looked through the window.
Suddenly, he saw Qin Huairu's figure. Behind her was Silly Zhu, carrying many bags in his hands.
Song Qingshan was puzzled.
Wasn't Qin Huiru alone when she left this morning?
"Stop the car for a while."
"Old sir, what's wrong?"
Manager Yang, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned his head and asked in confusion.
"I saw that the girl didn't get into the car.”
Song Qingshan pointed at Qin Huairu.
"Sir, is this your great-granddaughter?”Factory Manager Yang followed the direction Song Qingshan pointed.
He noticed Qin Huairu.
She was a young lady. Based on seniority, she should be the great-grandson of the old man.
"No way. My master has no relatives or children. How could he have a great-grandson?”
Zhang Yilin understood Song Qingshan's situation better.
He shook his head and explained.
However, he was also very curious. When did his master get to know such a young and beautiful girl?
"Master, who is this little girl?"
Song Qingshan said half-jokingly and half-seriously,"You can be considered my unwed daughter-in-law!”
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