frightfiction Chapter 1945 Master
Chapter 1945 Master
Hou Pingzheng was overjoyed when he saw the treasure: "Little girl, I... I came to thank you."
Before he could finish two sentences, he started panting. The man next to him, Wu Guoli, quickly supported him, saying, "Master, don't get agitated, take care of your health."
Hou Pingzheng's face did indeed turn pale, and he waved his hand weakly: "I...I'm fine."
The other girl quickly supported him on the other side and whispered, "Grandpa, let me help you say it."
Hou Pingzheng nodded.
Hou Qianrong said to Shen Xi and the others, "We apologize for coming so abruptly. Please forgive us. We came here specifically to thank you."
"My grandfather just had brain surgery and is quite weak. Can we go in and talk?"
Did he have surgery? No wonder he was so energetic last time I saw him, but in just half a month he's become so weak.
There are no small matters concerning the brain; I understand now.
Chen Chuan nodded, stepped aside, and let the three of them in.
After everyone was seated according to their status, Shen Xi poured them a cup of tea. Hou Pingzheng thanked them and introduced the man and woman beside him.
The man was his apprentice, and the girl was his granddaughter.
At his prompting, Hou Qianrong explained the whole story.
To tell the story, it all started when Caibao told Hou Pingzheng to be careful with his head at the museum.
Hou Pingzheng himself studied medicine and was a national-level expert and a renowned doctor. He knew his own physical condition better than anyone.
He takes good care of himself and doesn't have any major health problems. Although he's in his late sixties or early seventies, his physical condition is comparable to that of someone in their fifties.
But Caibao said he had something wrong with his head.
His apprentices scoffed at the idea, refusing to believe it. To prove their judgment was correct, they specifically took Hou Pingzheng's pulse.
"The pulse is steady and strong, what could be wrong?"
“Teacher, that little girl is definitely talking nonsense. She is so young, she can’t even read, how could she know any medical skills?”
“That’s right, teacher, don’t worry. If you can’t trust others, can’t you trust us? We are your most prized students.”
That's true, that's correct.
Hou Pingzheng had countless students throughout his life, but very few of them were actually accepted as disciples.
With limited energy and spending most of his time treating patients, he had very little time to personally teach his apprentices.
If you cannot guarantee that you can properly nurture your disciples, you should not easily accept them into your fold.
Therefore, although he has few disciples, they are all elites among elites. He taught them step by step, and now they are all nationally renowned doctors.
They all said there was no problem, and Hou Pingzheng himself checked the pulse but couldn't find anything wrong.
Logically, he should be able to rest assured.
But that night, he, who always went to bed at ten o'clock sharp, couldn't sleep.
He turned the treasure over and over, and the image of it pointing at his head and saying, "Be careful here," kept flashing through his mind.
He had no grudge against that little girl, and in fact, he liked her very much. It was impossible for her to say anything nonsense to him, or just to curse him.
She must have seen something.
Although Hou Pingzheng made significant achievements in medicine, his knowledge was but a drop in the ocean compared to the vastness and complexity of martial arts. There were countless other talented and extraordinary individuals among them.
There are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. Even if this person is a three-year-old child, Hou Pingzheng would not dare to underestimate him.
The more he thought about it, the more restless he became. Finally, he went to the hospital in the middle of the night and had an urgent brain MRA done. He reviewed the scans himself, and surprisingly, they actually discovered a deeply hidden aneurysm.
And something seems off.
At that moment, everyone at the hospital panicked.
He is Hou Pingzheng, a national treasure. If something happens to him here, who can take responsibility?
The next day, after the angiography, several rounds of expert consultations were held regarding whether or not to have surgery, with each side having its own controversies, and the surgical and conservative factions arguing fiercely.
No one dared to make the decision, because if they made a mistake, it would be a lifelong stain on their record, the kind that could never be washed away.
Finally, after arguing for several hours without reaching a conclusion, someone suggested, "Anxin's Lu Jun is a genius in this field, let him take a look."
Of course, some people disagree.
"At such a young age, instead of thinking about serving the public more, he only wants to make money in private hospitals and perform surgeries everywhere. No matter how talented he is, he is obsessed with money."
"Public or private is just a matter of personal choice; why engage in such discrimination? Their superior technology is an objective fact."
"Putting aside the facts, his character is questionable."
"What do you talk about in medicine if you don't talk about facts? No matter how good a person's character is, if their skills are not good, would you dare to see them? Besides, just because someone works in a private hospital doesn't mean they are a bad person. You're generalizing from one case to another."
"You're just being unreasonable!"
……
Well, they've started arguing like crazy.
In the end, Hou Pingzheng made the decision himself and let Lu Jun come and see.
Lu Jun is very busy and can't be summoned by phone. If you want to find him, you have to go to him yourself, even if he is Hou Pingzheng.
Hou Pingzheng went by himself, never caring about status, position, or seniority. He went to Anxin.
Upon seeing the imaging data, Lu Jun immediately said, "Surgery is necessary. This tumor is very dangerous, and the risk of rupture is very high."
"Moreover, the location is unfavorable; once it breaks, even a god couldn't save it."
Despite the advice of others, Hou Pingzheng chose to believe Lu Jun.
He underwent surgery that very night, and thankfully, he made the right choice.
Lu Jun's skills are truly top-notch; the endovascular embolization procedure was a great success. Looking back, it's fortunate he acted decisively; otherwise, he might have lost his life.
The tumor has ruptured.
He felt nothing at all; he couldn't even detect it when he took his own pulse, which shows how deeply it was hidden.
But Caibao only glanced at him before speaking. Whether it was a lucky coincidence or genuine skill, a favor is a favor, a life-saving favor.
Hou Pingzheng could never forget it.
If she hadn't mentioned it, and if he hadn't been cautious enough and hadn't underestimated her because of her young age, Hou Pingzheng might not be alive today.
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that treasure was his savior.
Hou Pingzheng said, "I should have come to thank you earlier, but I am getting old, and the surgery has taken a toll on my health. I haven't recovered my strength yet, so I've stayed a few more days to rest. Please forgive me."
Shen Xi and Chen Chuan both looked at Cai Bao. The little guy had no airs of a superior, and she had no patience to sit here and listen to Hou Pingzheng talk about his illness.
Caibao was busy unpacking and eating cookies, his mouth full, his cheeks bulging as he ate, crumbs all over his mouth, his chubby little hands still catching them under his chin. He didn't look at all like the person Hou Pingzheng had described as someone who was more capable than others.
Seeing everyone looking at her, she immediately and alertly put the pancake behind her back: "You all keep talking, why are you looking at me?"
Everyone: ...
Is this really a master? A master at eating cookies?