Xuyang's Illness

Xuhui drove very fast, and then the group arrived at a rather old residential area.

After getting out of the car, Xuhui led the three of them into a building.

When Su Ziyang first saw Xuyang, Xuyang was lying on the bed, looking very weak with his eyes closed, and breathing heavily.

At first glance, Xuyang looks very similar to Xuhui. Perhaps due to illness, Xuyang appears to be thinner than Xuhui.

"Brother Xue, take a look first. Is it there?"

Su Ziyang didn't know what Mr. Mengfei and Xue Zhen were talking about, so he could only stand aside and watch. However, Xuhui seemed to understand, and stood aside looking at Xue Zhen with a nervous expression.

Xue Zhen stared at Xuyang on the bed for a while, then looked around the room, sniffed the air, shook his head, and said indifferently, "No."

"Phew, that's good."

Mr. Mengfei breathed a sigh of relief, and Xuhui also breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge problem had been solved.

After speaking, Xue Zhen pulled Mr. Mengfei aside and whispered, "Mr. Mengfei, I'm quite busy. I could only take a look for you. Since there's nothing else, and treating patients is your forte, I can't offer any further assistance. I'll take my leave now."

"So eager?" Mr. Mengfei looked at Xue Zhen in surprise.

"Yes, it's quite urgent. They can't do without me over there." Xue Zhen nodded.

"Alright then. I won't say any more. I'll have Daoist Master Xiao transfer the payment to you." Xue Zhen was about to leave, and Mr. Mengfei Xue Zhen n't try to stop him.

"No need. I wasn't much help anyway." Xue Zhen waved his hand, said nothing more, and pushed the door open to leave.

Why did he leave?

Xue Zhen's sudden departure left Xuhui somewhat puzzled, so he asked Mr. Mengfei.

"He said he had something to do. Sigh, you can never truly trust someone like that." Mr. Mengfei sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

"Brother, we have guests."

Xuyang, who was sleeping, heard the noise, opened his eyes, and looked at Mr. Mengfei and Su Ziyang.

"Ah, I've called a doctor for you, he's also my buddy. He'll take a look at your problem. Lying down like this all the time isn't a good solution!" Xuhui said to his younger brother on the bed.

"Okay, thank you for your help. I'll get up and get you some water!" Xuyang said, trying to get up, but he was probably still weak and got up very slowly.

"You should lie down. My buddy, I'll take care of him! You rest, they'll check your pulse later!"

After Xuhui said that, Xuyang probably really didn't have any strength left, so he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The two closed the bedroom door and went to the living room. Xuhui then took out his younger brother's medical report from the hospital.

Su Ziyang and Mr. Mengfei then began to read it.

The test reports came from three different hospitals, but the results were all the same: lung cancer, with lymph node and bone metastases.

"That serious!"

After reading the medical report, Su Ziyang frowned as he looked at Mr. Mengfei.

"As a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, the first thing you need to learn is not to be frightened by hospital test reports," Mr. Mengfei said to Su Ziyang, looking at the test report in his hand.

"Oh!"

Su Ziyang nodded slightly.

"Does he know?" Mr. Mengfei placed the medical report on the table and asked Xuhui softly.

"I don't know. I didn't tell him. I just told him he had nodules in his lungs and needed to rest!" Xuhui was afraid his younger brother in the bedroom would hear him, so he kept his voice very low.

"He lives with you all by himself?" Mr. Mengfei was a little puzzled as to why there were only the two brothers in the house.

"Sigh, I was just worried about that. So I sent all the women back to their hometown, and since you're coming, the two of us will wait for you here. Don't worry, I've taken leave from the pharmaceutical factory. I'll do whatever you say. I can manage!"

Xuhui brought up the question again, making Su Ziyang extremely eager to know more.

"Hey Master, Uncle-Master? You've been so secretive ever since you walked in. What's going on? Is there something there?"

Su Ziyang was a little anxious and impatient, so his voice was a bit high-pitched.

"Keep your voice down, what are you shouting for!" Mr. Mengfei scolded Su Ziyang.

We're talking about whether someone has been cursed or possessed by a black magic spell.

Although he scolded Su Ziyang, Mr. Mengfei still gave Su Ziyang the answer.

"Huh?" Su Ziyang exclaimed in surprise, "Master, isn't this all just fiction in novels and movies? Isn't it all fake!"

"Who told you it was fake? If it were fake, we'd be so careful here. Would I be teasing you?!" Mr. Mengfei frowned and said to Su Ziyang in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Holy crap, it really exists!" Su Ziyang couldn't help but swear.

"No, according to the horror movies I've seen, these things are usually found in Nanyang Asia or the Southeast Asia Seas! How come they're here in mainland China too!"

Xuhui looked at Su Ziyang and sighed, "Well, you're absolutely right. But the problem is, my brother got sick as soon as he came back from Myanmar!!!"

What are you going to Myanmar for?

Su Ziyang didn't know Xuhui well; he had only managed to get in touch with this nominal uncle through Mr. Mengfei.

Xuhui is a pharmacist at a pharmaceutical factory, but Xuyang is not. Xuyang is a carpenter, and a master carpenter at that. Xuhui's father was a pharmacist, so as the eldest son in the family, Xuhui took over his father's position.

However, Xuyang didn't have such a good opportunity, so Xuyang followed his uncle to learn carpentry and later entered a furniture factory, becoming a carpenter.

Before he fell ill, Xuyang had been working as a craftsman in a mahogany furniture factory in Yunnan. Just before his holiday, the furniture factory treated all the carpenters to a company-funded trip to Myanmar.

After returning from there, Xuyang kept saying he was a little tired and not feeling well, and later he developed a slight dry cough. Because he was a carpenter who was in constant contact with sawdust and wood dust, and Xuhui was a pharmacist who knew a little about medicine, he suggested that Xuyang go to the hospital to have his lungs checked.

The examination revealed a serious problem. When the doctor left Xuhui alone with him, Xuhui's heart sank; he knew things were going badly.

As expected, it was a very bad result.

At that time, Xuhui mentioned his younger brother's trip to Yunnan over the phone, which is why Mr. Mengfei invited an expert specializing in this field, namely Xue Zhen.

After Xue Zhen said no, he left in a hurry, and Mr. Mengfei and Xuhui breathed a sigh of relief.

However, instead of completely letting go, they studied it even more carefully.