Chapter 1160: Chapter 1149: If You Can Cure It, I’ll Bark Like a Dog
Since the housekeeper Zhang had taken Ning Qiankun back to the residence in advance due to the critical illness, he invited all the renowned doctors from Dragon City for a consultation.
But they had been there for nearly two hours and were still discussing endlessly without any solution.
“This illness is really strange. It’s said to be cold poison entering the body—this is true—but it’s different from the usual cold poison. I have never seen such a vicious cold air; there’s no record of it in the medical books.”
“Exactly, and coupled with the elder’s already poor health, the illness has worsened significantly with the cold invading the body, making it unbearable right now. He cannot even eat or drink, so how can we treat him?”
“Even if we use Western medicine to administer drips, we must still prescribe the right medicine for the illness. If we act recklessly, it could backfire disastrously.”
“Given the current situation, using traditional medicine would be too slow and there’s no time. If we rely on Western medicine, we have no suitable medicine at the moment. What can we do?”
Ning Fan glanced at them indifferently, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then sat by Ning Qiankun’s bed to feel his pulse, maintaining a stoic expression.
Ning Qiankun’s condition worsened under the influence of the Cold Ice Powder. Even though he had undergone days of acupuncture treatment, it couldn’t stop the crisis when the illness hit like an avalanche, and his vitality drained away.
As a result, the situation became quite tricky.
Looking at those renowned doctors from the Capital City, Ning Fan asked mildly, “After such a long consultation, have you proposed any preliminary plan? Have you prescribed the right medicine?”
“Uh…”
These renowned doctors from the Capital City didn’t recognize Ning Fan, as his appearance had changed significantly over the years.
The housekeeper Zhang hurriedly explained, “Everyone, this is our third young master, announced personally by the master as the next Family Head—Ning Fan.”
“Oh, it turned out to be the third young master.”
Everyone hurriedly clasped their fists, no longer as casual as before.
One of the old traditional doctors spoke eloquently, “Third young master, it’s not that we are not trying our best. After all, physicians have the heart of parents, and we have our medical ethics. However, after taking turns to examine the situation, we concluded that Elder Ning is invaded by a cold evil, which is particularly strange. If we can’t understand what exactly caused it—whether it was a drug or some evil force—we fear it will be challenging to prescribe the right treatment.”
“So you mean you can’t treat it?”
Ning Fan waved his hand impatiently, “The old master’s life is at stake. If there’s no cure, then step aside and stop wasting time. I will treat him myself.”
“You…”
Although these Dragon City renowned doctors were wary of Ning Fan’s status, they were nonetheless infuriated, with darkened faces.
A Western doctor in his thirties stepped forward, evidently unlike those worn-out old doctors, and retorted confidently, “Third young master, let me say this: everyone here is a prominent figure in Dragon City’s medical community. Even in Huaxia, they are like the North Star of Mount Tai. If we say there is no cure, then even if Divine Doctor or Immortal come, they’d have no different answer.
Take our advice, spend some quality time with the old master and prepare for the days ahead.”
“How audacious!”
Hearing this, the housekeeper Zhang immediately shouted sternly, an edge in his eyes, “With our third young master here, there’s hope for the old master’s recovery. If you don’t understand, then don’t speak nonsense.”
“We don’t understand?”
The middle-aged Western doctor and those veteran physicians exchanged looks, their expressions revealing much.
He cleared his throat, and said expressionlessly, “Third young master, Housekeeper Zhang, there’s a saying: ‘Life and death are predestined, and wealth is determined by fate.’ Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he could not heal someone fated to die. I’m not bragging, but if the third young master can cure Elder Ning, I’ll crawl on the ground and bark like a dog.”
“Haha…”
Those veteran physicians shook their heads with wry smiles, helpless against Peng Peng’s sharp retort.
However, it’s understandable. Peng Peng studied abroad and has high proficiency in Western medicine, making him an outstanding talent throughout Huaxia. Within a few years, he could be a Divine Doctor-level figure.
What Peng Peng said, albeit bluntly, was logical and also represented the thoughts of these veteran doctors.
They exchanged glances, sighed, and tried to persuade Ning Fan.
“Third young master, it’s not that we are shirking responsibility, but Xiao Peng has a point.”
“Indeed, if there were a cure, if there were a viable treatment, why would we refuse?”
Ning Fan, however, did not even glance at them, gazing directly at the middle-aged Western doctor Peng Peng with an amused tone, “You just said, if I cure the old master, you’ll crawl on the ground and bark like a dog. Is that true?”
“A gentleman’s word is a firm promise. Naturally, I stand by my word.”
Peng Peng became enthusiastic, saying it decisively.
“Very well!”
Ning Fan stood up, nodded, and then instructed the housekeeper Zhang, “Bring paper and pen.”
“Yes, young master.”
Housekeeper Zhang immediately left and soon returned with the Four Treasures of the Study, starting to grind ink.
Ning Fan pondered for a moment, nodded, then picked up the brush and quickly wrote down a prescription, which he handed to housekeeper Zhang, commanding, “Immediately follow the prescription to get the medicine.”
“Okay, young master.”
Housekeeper Zhang took the prescription and was about to leave but was stopped by several doctors who looked at the prescription and shook their heads.
“Such a prescription, I have never heard or seen before.”
“Yes, it uses ordinary herbs, incapable of reviving the dead.”
“Even if your prescription could work, how can you ensure the old master absorbs it? Is it through a medicinal bath?”
“Wrong, at this moment, using such a mild dose of medicine is clearly ineffective. It neither replenishes Vital Energy nor expels the cold evil from the body. What can be done?”
“Just wait and see, it seems the old family master of the Ning Family is in trouble again.”
Ning Fan ignored them, sized up Old Zhang, and snapped, “Old Zhang, saving a life is like extinguishing a fire. What are you still standing here for? Also tell the servants to find a small enclosed room, prepare a clay pot, and a bed, and seal the room completely, understand?”
“Yes, young master, I’ll do it right away.”
What is he going to do?
Watching housekeeper Zhang hastily leave, the doctors exchanged looks, not knowing what remedy Ning Fan had up his sleeve.
Peng Peng, however, looked up with a peculiar smile, “This prescription is useless; it doesn’t address the symptoms.”
Those veteran doctors glanced at Ning Fan without speaking, but shared the same thought.
Half an hour later.
Since the herbs were ordinary, housekeeper Zhang quickly gathered them, all of superior quality. He followed Ning Fan’s instructions to find a small enclosed room and added extra sealing. A clay pot was placed on a stove with herbs boiling inside.
In the middle of the room, a bed was placed. Ning Fan had several members of the Ning Family bathe Ning Qiankun first, then let him lie on the bed.