After a long corridor, they came to a courtyard full of flowers, and then the three of them went into an antique room, but in this room, Zhang Ting heard it and wept.
"What can I do about this? This is Xiao Ting doing her best to give birth to a child. If anything happens to him, you say that my wife died. How can I explain to Tsuen Wan, my poor daughter?" There came an old man crying.
"Mom, don’t worry too much. When I came out of the magistrate just now, the magistrate introduced me to a happy doctor. When the happy doctor came to see my son, my son would be fine." This voice was guessed by Han Hao Zhang Ting.
"Dr. Hou Ye has arrived." He went to the outer hall and suddenly made a stop at Zhang Ting and Hao Ren, and then he heard this page shout this sentence inside.
As soon as the page fell, I immediately came to Han Hao to respond with the sound of "invite people in"
The page heard the response from inside and immediately led Zhang Ting and Hao Ren into the inside room. Compared with the antique outside, the decoration in this room seemed a bit monotonous, but Zhang Ting felt that the room was monotonous but rich.
Chapter 232 Heart disease
"Are you the imperial doctor that Howell said? Please show it to my grandson quickly. He is dying [latest chapter]" The old lady sitting on the edge didn’t know how the old man’s eyes were so sharp when she saw him coming in. Zhang Ting and Hao Ren could tell at a glance that she was a doctor.
I was held by an old lady with a sad face and begged Zhang Ting to be a little overwhelmed at the moment and try to comfort the old man with a good word. "Don’t worry, old man, I will do my best to heal your grandson."
"Good imperial doctor, then I will please you. You must help me save this poor grandson. Without her, my daughter can’t leave it to my grandson, otherwise my wife doesn’t want to live." The old man took Zhang Ting’s hand and kept crying.
After coaxing the old man Zhang Ting, he went to lie in his infancy and the child took a look at it. Even Zhang Ting took a deep breath. This little guy who was just born a few days ago really took less air in and out, and his face was turning purple, as if he could die at any time.
When Zhang Ting saw this, he immediately sat on the edge with his hands and exposed the baby from its infancy. A pair of slender white hands carefully examined the baby’s purple body.
After a long time, after a careful examination, Zhang Ting’s face showed a little pity that such a child should have this disease. It is really pitiful.
Han Hao saw Zhang Ting’s hand move away from his son and hurried out to ask Zhang Ting about the situation. "What’s wrong with my son? Don’t be silly and treat my son quickly."
Zhang Ting looked up at Han Hao in a hurry. At this time, Zhang Ting looked at him in a surprisingly good tone and said, "Your son has a congenital heart disease. There is no way to cure this disease, but I won’t let your son die. I will draw something later. You can find someone to make it. This thing is very good for your child’s disease."
Han Hao looked at Zhang Ting with a puzzled face. "What did you say about heart disease? What the hell is this? How can I not understand what you said?"
Zhang Ting sighed, dressed the infant child and explained to him behind him, "This disease means that your child’s heart is not very good, which is different from normal people’s heart. If this patient can’t be stimulated and his body will be much weaker than ordinary children, you should take good care of this child when you take good care of it. This child can still grow up."
Han Hao listened to Zhang Ting’s words, and while sitting, Mrs. Deng directly wiped her tears and cried out, "How did my poor grandson become like this? How did he suffer from such a painful illness when he was so young?"
Zhang Ting asked Deng Fu for a piece of paper and ink, and drew it according to the oxygen machine of the simple family in the past life. Although it looks a bit difficult, Zhang Ting thinks it should not be a difficult thing for them to make this kind of thing according to this fierce waiting house.
After painting this thing, Zhang Ting handed it to Han Hao with a sad expression. "If you make this thing, if your son gets sick, just make some oxygen and suck it for him."
Han Hao looked down at Zhang Ting and handed him this piece of paper. When he saw something painted on the surface, Han Hao’s eyebrows were gently twisted, but the thought that people had done so much to their own children made Han Hao say "thank you" to Zhang Ting.
It seems quite difficult for Zhang Ting to get a thank you from him. "Take good care of your son if you don’t thank me. If you need any help later, you can find me at Haojia Village in Nanwan City."
After this sentence, Zhang Ting went back to the side and looked at it. He was about to fall asleep. The little guy just went through some treatment in Zhang Ting. The little guy’s face seems to be less purple and his breathing is a little big.
"Since your child has nothing to do, let’s leave now." Zhang Ting smiled and looked up at Han Hao and said.
Han Hao nodded his head and then seemed to think of something and ordered the page who had just brought Zhang Ting and Hao Ren in, "Call the cashier to give the doctor one hundred and twenty pieces of silver."
Zhang Ting chuckled, but no one could say anything. Anyway, this 120 silver was obtained from her treatment of the child, and she felt at ease with it.
Coming out of Deng Fu, Zhang Ting looked back at Deng Fu and shook his head and smiled. Sure enough, big family life is not so good as intrigue. What’s wrong?
This time out of Deng Fu, Zhang Ting and Hao Ren went directly back to their inn, just building Zhang Ting, so Hao Ren stopped.
Zhang Ting looked back and suddenly stopped himself. Hao Ren blinked and looked at him with a puzzled face and asked, "What’s the matter?"
Hao Renhong hesitated with a Zhang Jun face for a long time before he said to Zhang Ting, "Xiaoting, you promised me that you would tell me what you would want to bite you. You haven’t told me yet."
Zhang Ting was stunned for a long time after hearing this sentence, and then a suspicious blush appeared on her cheek. Zhang Ting bit his lip. She didn’t expect this man to have such a good memory. It has been several hours since she said this sentence. This man actually remembers it in his heart.
Looking at the man who has been staring at himself, Zhang Ting looked at him and asked, "You really want to know why you have this idea, even if I tell you something later that will make you feel embarrassed."
Hao Renli nodded his head. He had been tortured by this matter for almost a day. He was afraid that if he didn’t get an answer now, he wouldn’t want to have another good sleep tonight.
Zhang Ting looked at him so firmly and gently nodded and said, "Well, you come into my room with me and I’ll explain it to you slowly." After that, Zhang Ting took the lead in entering the room by playing in his own room.