latelenovela Chapter 510: Broken Feet
Chapter 510: Broken Feet
"Erya, I'm not saying you're too stingy. I'll give you five cents," said Daner.
"Tsk, look at how stingy you are. I'll give you ten cents!" said Ohzen.
"Then I'll add some more, I'll bet twenty cents." Da Wang said.
"What's the point of playing with money? If you want to play, play big. The loser will stand at the door of the clinic and shout "I'm a pig" three times. Do you want to play?" Jiang Fubao would never be interested in such a small amount of money.
Don’t even mention twenty cents.
She doesn't even look at twenty taels.
Now she has become a truly wealthy woman.
There was a box full of silver in the box under the bed at home.
Even if she doesn't work hard in this life, she will have enough to spend just lying down for the rest of her life.
"Miss, you are so... uh." Dan'er was shy. She looked at Jiang Fubao and hesitated to speak.
"It's just me playing with you. I'm just a pig. What does it matter if I say it?" As a man, Daqian Dawang was thick-skinned and agreed directly.
"If you want to play, let's play together. Let me guess first. What about you guys today?" Jiang Fubao rolled his eyes and spoke first.
"Today? I don't think it's likely, but the weather is so cold and it's going to snow soon, so I'll guess ten days later." Lu'er looked at the sky outside and then said.
"Ten days later? That's a bit late. It will definitely snow in five days at the latest. So I'll guess five days later." Pan Erya said immediately.
"I guess in three days." Daner replied.
"Are you done guessing? I guess it won't snow this year!" Ohmae seemed confident.
It didn’t snow every year in Lianshan Town in previous years, but it has snowed in recent years, and it’s time to stop snowing.
"Then what should I guess? Let me think about it. I'll guess tomorrow." Da Wang couldn't make up his mind.
Just picked a date.
Jiang Fubao secretly thought that this was not good.
She got up in the morning and heard Phoenix say that it would snow tonight.
Animals have strong senses, so it will definitely rain tonight, but it might be a few hours late.
If it's past midnight, it's the next day.
She won't lose, right?
Jiang Fubao was a little uneasy.
Before she could open her mouth to persuade Da Wang to change the date, she suddenly heard a loud commotion outside the clinic.
As a person who loves to watch the fun, Jiang Fubao naturally rushed out at the first moment and opened the door of the clinic. The cold air rushed in instantly and Jiang Fubao shivered.
She shrank her neck and wanted to close the door, but she couldn't control her curiosity.
She wrapped her clothes tightly and went out after all.
Pan Erya followed soon after.
"Tsk tsk, what kind of disease is this? His feet are completely rotten and stink. When he passed by me just now, I thought someone was carrying a dung bucket."
There were many people outside watching the fun.
A fat woman covered her mouth and nose and whispered.
Jiang Fubao also looked over there.
I saw the entrance of the clinic not far ahead.
Sheng Youwei was crossing the threshold carrying Fan Yuhong on his back.
The cloth on Fan Yuhong's right foot got caught on something and fell off, but neither Fan Yuhong nor Sheng Youwei noticed.
The sole of the foot was as dark in color as marinated meat. It was already rotten and dripping with black water. The flesh was rotting and was red and yellow, with pus mixed with blood. You could tell it smelled fishy without getting close to it.
It's disgusting to look at.
Jiang Fubao frowned.
It seems that this woman's diabetes has become very serious.
She lost interest, and the cold wind scraped across her neck like a knife.
Jiang Fubao and Pan Erya went back.
Don't forget to close the door.
I was afraid that the smell would come in.
Diabetic foot odor is not ordinary odor, even a pit of feces that has been rotting for a month cannot match half of this odor.
In the clinic next door, Doctor Hu, who was taking Fan Yuhong's pulse, retched twice, and tears came out of his eyes.
There is no way to diagnose the pulse.
I felt much better when I was farther away.
After he recovered, he took out a piece of linen from the cupboard and tied it around his mouth and nose.
Come over to take your pulse again.
"Old doctor, how is my wife? It's been getting cold these days. Suddenly one day, my wife's feet started to become red and swollen. She thought her feet were frozen, and because of the pain in her feet, she stayed in bed.
As a result, within a month, her feet became like this. I was busy in Lin County and had no time to take care of her. That’s why I came a little late. Can my wife’s feet be cured?”
Sheng Youwei also had a handkerchief tied on his face.
Even the closest people can't smell this stench.
His feet were almost broken, so Sheng Youwei didn't care about the old doctor checking his wife's feet anymore.
"I can't cure it, you should find someone else." Doctor Hu put down his hand.
shook his head.
Judging from her pulse, the woman in front of me will not live until the beginning of next spring.
But he didn't say this.
Since you can't cure it, don't offend people.
"Incurable? I just have frostbite, how can it not be cured? Please prescribe some frostbite medicine for me." Fan Yuhong has lost a lot of weight again.
Her face was sallow.
He's become skin and bones.
The veins on her neck were particularly noticeable due to her excitement.
Her eyes were bulging out, and her high cheekbones made her look very mean.
"My medical skills are not very good, you should go somewhere else." Doctor Hu was not angry.
He waved his hand and drove them away.
The sackcloth on his face was never taken off.
Because her right foot had no feeling, Fan Yuhong could not walk at all. Sheng Youwei could only carry her out again, put her on a cart outside and push her to another clinic.
When passing by Jiang Fubao's clinic, he turned his head and took a look.
Seeing that the door was closed, he did not go in.
"It stinks. Get out now. There's no cure."
"It's a strange disease. It doesn't look like frostbite. There's no cure. You should go find someone else."
"Your wife has diabetes. Although she has taken medicine, it has not improved. But this foot injury is strange. I can't cure it. You should leave now."
"She is already at the end of her life. You should hurry home and prepare for her funeral. It will be March at the latest, and she may not survive until New Year's Eve at the earliest. Get ready as soon as possible."
"..."
Every clinic has no cure.
There were even younger doctors who said directly that Fan Yuhong didn't have much time left to live.
The couple were shocked and desperate.
Sheng Youwei, pushing a cart, came to the outside of Yaoxiangshan Pavilion again.
The door is still closed.
There were sounds of laughter coming from inside.
"Wife, there is nowhere to go. If you don't get treatment, your foot will be gone, and your life will be gone... You decide, do you want to go to the little doctor's clinic, or should I rent a carriage and take you to Chang'an Town for treatment?"
Sheng Youwei put down the cart, stood in front of Fan Yuhong and asked.
"Go to Chang'an Town. I don't believe her, little girl. What disease can she cure? Hurry up and rent a carriage. I have to save my feet. No, save my life first!" When Fan Yuhong learned that she didn't have much time to live, she didn't even have the strength to speak.
When she started to curse, she was breathing heavily.
Sheng Youwei could only push the cart and leave.
An hour later, the carriage left the city.
Rush to Chang'an Town.
There are not many people in Jiang Fubao's clinic in the afternoon.
She got home before it got dark.
"It's so cold today. Let's have hot pot hot pot tonight. Don't use water or spicy food. Use pork ribs and chicken bones to make a broth. I don't want spicy food today."