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168 From Joy to Worry

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    "Judging from this situation, Xu Hefen should have been aware of his father's anemia at that time." The sister continued.

    "You mean that the traditional Chinese medicine she prescribed probably has the effect of nourishing blood?" I asked excitedly.

    "I'll have to wait until I read the prescription before I can judge. However, I estimate that there will be nine out of ten."

    "Okay, okay, then I'll send the prescription over right away. Sister, you must look it up carefully to find out what functions the various ingredients in traditional Chinese medicine have?" After I finished speaking, I couldn't wait to hang up.  Cut off the phone.

    My sister's guess was very correct. Many ingredients in the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by Xu Hefen really have the effect of nourishing blood. This made us admire this well-known old Chinese medicine doctor in the country, and at the same time, our confidence in my father's recovery has increased a bit.

    I contact my parents on the phone every day, and almost all I hear is good news.  What impressed me the most was that when I was at work, I received a call from my mother.

    "So-and-so (my nickname), are you free today?"

    After hearing what my mother said, I was startled suddenly, and asked nervously: "Mom, could it be that something happened?"

    "Nothing happened." My mother felt the tension in my words, so she quickly explained, "It's just that your dad said he wanted to eat hare meat. That's why I called to ask if you are free? If you are free  If so, then buy some rabbit meat and send it back, so I can make it for your dad."

    Hearing this, my tense mood immediately relaxed.  After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm afraid I don't have time today. Why don't we go to the restaurant to order a takeaway when we go back on the weekend. I think the hare meat made by the restaurant should be better than the one made by ourselves.  .Besides, when we go back in the tropics, it is estimated that when we get home, there is no need to heat it up, and my father can directly taste the delicious hare meat."

    "Since you're not free, that's the only way to go. But don't forget, when you come back on the weekend, you must remember to bring the hare meat." My mother reminded me worriedly.

    "Mom, don't worry! I'll make a reservation at the hotel tomorrow!"

    Under my resolute assurance, my mother finally hung up the phone.

    In my impression, since my father's operation, it seems that he has never offered to taste any delicious food.  So I couldn't be happier to hear my father's request.  In my opinion at the time, the fact that my father could say what he really wanted to eat was enough to show that he had a big appetite.  A good appetite is definitely a significant feature of the improvement of the condition.

    It can be said that I asked my wife to go to the restaurant to order hare meat when I was in a good mood.  The reason why I asked my wife to go was because the facade of the restaurant selling game meat was rented from her colleague's house.  Originally, my wife thought that there was no need to make a reservation, but for the sake of safety (to avoid any accidents), I insisted on letting my wife go.

    Saturday night (National Day holiday, so I have to work overtime on Saturday), since everything has been arranged, it is quite rare for me to sit in front of the computer with peace of mind.  Suddenly, the phone rang, and I saw that it was my little uncle who had rarely contacted me.

    I got on the phone.  "Uncle, what's the matter?"

    "What is your father's situation now?" The little uncle asked with concern.

    "Esophageal cancer recurred. A few days ago we went to Nanjing to see a well-known old Chinese doctor. He prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine, and the effect seemed to be okay. However, it is hard to say whether it will be cured or not."

    The little uncle heard the words, and hurriedly continued: "We know your filial piety. In fact, everyone hopes that your father will get better. Do you still remember that your grandfather was dying"

    I really couldn't figure out what my little uncle wanted to say, and felt that what he said was a bit inexplicable, so I interrupted him and said, "I don't remember. In my impression, there seemed to be a coffin in my grandfather's house that had been placed for a long time."  It didn't work for a long time."

    "Oh, I forgot, you were all young at the time, and it is unlikely that you will remember. You are right, there is such a thing. But, do you know what this coffin is for?"

    "I don't know!" The last thing I want to discuss now is the topic of the coffin, so I replied a little impatiently.

    I don't know if I didn't hear my impatience, or because I don't mind too much, the little uncle continued to say in a normal tone: "The coffin was actually made to celebrate your grandfather. Originally, your grandfather was dying at the time, but after passing  Then, as soon as she was overjoyed, she miraculously got better again. You also know that the coffin has been kept at home for a long time"

    I interrupted my little uncle again, and said a little irritably: "Uncle, what do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it.  "

    The little uncle had already heard the displeasure in my words, and quickly explained: "I'm not saying that you are not filial. I know that you and your sister have spent a lot of money and eaten a lot to treat your father.  Bitter. But, after all, you are still young, some things may not be conceivable. I mean, can you also make a life tool (referring to the coffin) for your dad first, and then give your dad a happy birthday. Actually, it is also very simple  After the (coffin) is ready, hang a red (red cloth), ask someone to carry the life cover over your father, and then set off some firecrackers. Maybe, your father will be like you  Grandpa has gotten better since then!"

    I finally understood what little uncle meant.  Although due to my father's incident, my worldview was distorted at that time (atheism was no longer so firm), but I would never believe that this form of joy alone can kill the cancer cells that have spread.  "Uncle, I don't believe in these things. Besides, we have never let him know about the cancer recurrence"

    After hearing what I said, the little uncle seemed a little anxious.  "It's a stupid thing to say! This thing is better to be believed than not to be believed! Besides, is it true that your grandfather's story is not true? I have already asked your little aunt to come to your house to talk about it, you  Mom also agrees to try this method. Of course, you have to ask your dad first, and your dad didn't object after hearing it"

    Hearing this, I only felt a "buzz" in my head, and I instinctively exclaimed: "What? You have already told my dad!" Strong anxiety immediately swept through my body.  I know that with my father's intelligence, as long as others mention this matter, combined with our various abnormal performances, they will inevitably realize that their situation is not good.  I almost yelled and said, "Do you know that my dad doesn't know about his cancer recurrence! By doing this, aren't you telling my dad clearly that his condition is not good!" (Record  Website website: www.hlnovel.com
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