The next day.
The doctors at the hospital had serious expressions.
All of Old Sir Song’s test results were out.
It was indeed a stroke. Stroke is actually caused by the reversal of qi and blood, blockage of brain vessels, or blood overflowing into the brain, leading to sudden fainting, hemiplegia, limb numbness, speech impedint, mouth and tongue deviation, and unilateral numbness as the main manifestations of brain disorders.
It is a disease characterized by rapid onset and fast changes, like the evil wind that frequently changes, hence called stroke.
Old Sir Song had a severe stroke and is currently in a coma.
Even if he wakes up, the greatest possibility is paralysis on one side, or hemiplegia.
Old Mrs. Song sat on a chair, tears in her eyes, "Doctor, please do everything you can to treat him!"
There is no other way now.
The doctor nodded, "Old Mrs. Song, rest assured! We will do everything possible to wake him up soon."
Everyone’s mood was heavy.
Jiang Xiaoxiao helped Old Mrs. Song back to the ward.
Song Qinghe ca up to support Old Mrs. Song.
"Mom, don’t be sad! I’ve contacted so experts in this field to discuss solutions, and we will surely make father recover."
Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Old Sir Song; his symptoms were really serious.
In the following days, many visitors ca to the ward continuously.
On the third day, Old Sir Song finally woke up.
After all, stroke is not a terminal illness, most people will wake up, but whether they can accept the aftermath is the real challenge.
The mild aftermath includes hemiplegia, mouth and eye deviation.
The severe case may lead to lying in bed forever, unable to speak or move.
And obviously, the hospital had exhausted its utmost capabilities, using the best dicines for treatnt.
Now, Old Sir Song is awake.
But his mouth and eyes are deviated, and he cannot speak clearly.
Most of the ti, Old Mrs. Song had to lean close to his mouth to carefully listen to understand his aning.
And after knowing his own situation, Old Sir Song beca furious.
He even wanted to pull out the needles and infusion tubes from his body, yet even such actions were impossible for him.
Hemiplegia is no joke; he couldn’t even manage with one hand to grab the infusion tube.
What made him more dejected was that he needed care for his eating, drinking, and other daily needs.
This was hard for a once robust and upright old man to accept.
It’s more painful than death.
Old Mrs. Song called her well-known old friends, given her husband was in this situation.
Hiding it would only lead others to learn about this eventually, so rather invite these people over and brainstorm, maybe they could co up with so solution.
After all, there are many skilled folk practitioners out there.
For instance, she had heard of soone recovering from a stroke after half a year of acupuncture.
Now they needed to find these skilled individuals to help solve the current situation of her husband.
Looking at her husband becoming like this, Old Mrs. Song felt sorrowful.
Jiang Xiaoxiao initially wanted to offer Old Sir Song so peach wine.
But at this ti, she didn’t even have the chance to speak.
The ward was either occupied by Song Qingyun or the three brothers of Song Qinghe, or Old Mrs. Song.
She tried to speak a few tis but was interrupted, realizing her suggestion might sound too crazy.
Who would believe it?
Jiang Xiaoxiao even tried to add so peach branch into the cooked rice porridge, but Old Sir Song was stubborn enough to refuse food for a whole day.
Or he would simply knock over the bowl.
Several attempts failed, leaving no chance for him to consu it.
The opportunity Jiang Xiaoxiao sought just wasn’t there.
It was now that Jiang Xiaoxiao realized her peaches were not all-powerful.
They could heal diseases but could also fail.
Old Sir Song was a stark example laid bare before her.
Life, aging, sickness, and death are not things that a peach can defy.
Though heaven allowed her to rebirth and granted her so incredible space, it wasn’t for her to defy the rules of life’s cycle.
Because of this, Jiang Xiaoxiao was relieved; she had worried about creating so miraculous Guinness World Record, like a 500-year-old man, that would be overwhelming.
Now, this was normal.
The ability to revive soone, but not indefinitely.
This brought a lot of comfort.
"Old ng, you wouldn’t guess; I actually know soone in this field. An acupuncture doctor reputedly has a knack for treating strokes. I’ve called him, and he’ll be here tonight."
Feng Zaisan said.
They were all old friends, and Old Mrs. Song didn’t need to ask; if they could help, they surely would.
Everyone brainstord and ca up with many ideas.
Old Mrs. Song nodded gratefully; any words now were superfluous.
The acupuncture doctor arrived.
After inspecting Old Sir Song’s condition, he assured them he could treat his stroke.
While it couldn’t be completely cured, at least a recovery of seventy to eighty percent could be possible, and hearing this, everyone was delighted.
If Old Sir Song could recover seventy to eighty percent, he could gradually return to walking and talking, which was surprising enough.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt relieved hearing this; if acupuncture could indeed help, there was no need to expose the matter of the peach.
Besides, she knew which peaches could treat strokes.
These peaches had a marked efficacy, but Jiang Xiaoxiao was more concerned that there were several colored peaches; she hadn’t really figured out what diseases these peaches could treat.
Using Old Sir Song as an experint?
No way!
How could she possibly use Old Sir Song for an experint?
The peaches’ abilities were far from fully developed because recently, so peaches showed issues, and her test subject rabbit exhibited weird reactions.
No animal could resist the peaches.
They generally ate as much as they could.
But last ti, after a rabbit ate two black peaches that help with sleep, it never woke up.
It completely turned into a sleepy... rabbit.
After this shocking discovery, Jiang Xiaoxiao was terrified into cold sweat.
She always thought her peaches could cure all diseases.
Who knew there would be such effects.
This wasn’t healing; it seed unstoppable heading down a deadly path.
So now Jiang Xiaoxiao was extrely cautious, afraid of acting recklessly.
This was why Jiang Xiaoxiao never gave Old Sir Song peaches.
Half a peach?
One peach?
Or how many?
How many might cause anomalies?
Like falling asleep and never waking up.
It appeared indeed that nothing should be consud excessively.
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s research found that her peach tree’s peaches were still okay; they followed a routine, curing all diseases no matter the amount consud.
Only the thod of healing and duration needed were related to the quantity consud.
Moreover, peaches made into wine or dried were less effective than pure consumption.
The spring-produced peaches were even different.
This was the only thing she could still appreciate.
Otherwise, their whole family would perish unwittingly.
Otherwise, she’d be causing harm to many people.
Since discovering this, Jiang Xiaoxiao restrained herself drastically, cautious about her actions.
Seeing the acupuncturist inserting needles, Old Sir Song seed to comfortably close his eyes.
Everyone was in a good mood.
It seed hopeful.
Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Song Moting, who clenched his fists.
He was the one who most hoped for his grandfather to be healthy and live long.
Song Qinghe glanced at his son, still as annoying.
Yesterday, he cornered Song Moting, advising him earnestly, yet not a word got through.
If Old Sir Song couldn’t be treated, it was uncertain if Song Moting could continue his arrogance.
He felt a tug to pull Song Moting down, even though he was his son.
Yet he knew this thought was sowhat extre.
They were all part of the Song family.
United in glory, and sharing in the sa fate.
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