Carp can treat jaundice????
The middle-aged man with jaundice was stunned, but whether it's good or bad, he still had to give it a try...
Shouldn't one never easily give up as long as there's a glimmer of hope?
The middle-aged man with jaundice hurriedly walked up to a farmer, whispering, "Fellow villager, can you sell me your carp?"
The farmer shook his head. "These carp are meant for my daughter and son-in-law. I can't sell them to you. You don't have stuff like this in the city."
The middle-aged man with jaundice pulled out some RMB from his bag without further discussion, certainly a few thousand yuan, and stuffed it all to the farmer.
A smile bloomed on the farmer's face as he gifted the entire bucket of carp to the middle-aged man with jaundice.
The middle-aged man with jaundice came over carrying the plastic bucket and turned to Huang Xiaolong, "Young man, I have bought the carp, now how should I prepare it for my disease..."
"Alright, choose six larger ones and cut off their tails," Huang Xiaolong said with a placid smile.
"Uh~~~~" the two men were once again completely bewildered.
"Oh, for goodness' sake, Huang Xiaolong, are you trying to treat his disease or what?" Song Yuru anxiously stomped her feet from the sidelines, "What on earth are you up to?"
"My dear wife, how do you know I am not treating his disease?" Huang Xiaolong chuckled.
It wasn't long before the middle-aged man with jaundice borrowed a pair of scissors from other passengers, picked six large carp from the bucket, cut off their tails, and handed them to Huang Xiaolong.
"Now, unbutton your shirt, lay down in the aisle, and spread out your arms and legs," Huang Xiaolong ordered.
The middle-aged man with jaundice accordingly followed the instructions. Removing his shirt, his upper body now bare, he lay down in the aisle.
The passengers in the carriage began whispering and watching the spectacle eagerly.
Huang Xiaolong squatted down, applying all six carp tails around the man's navel. The direction of the fish tails pointed towards the center of his belly button.
Having done this, Huang Xiaolong went back to his seat, leisurely crossing his legs.
A few minutes later!
Suddenly, yellow liquid began to flow from the middle-aged man's navel. A stinky, fishy smell wafted out with it.
Many passengers in the carriage wrinkled their noses, covering them with their hands, even moving to other carriages to escape the unpleasant odor.
The pus-like yellow liquid flowed from the middle-aged man's navel like tap water. His face, which was formerly wax-yellow, started to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing from the yellow hue to a normal complexion!
After ten minutes, the yellow liquid stopped seeping from his navel. The fish tails applied around his navel turned into a roasted yellow hue.
His face had returned to normal, even the sweat that was trickling down his forehead had turned to a normal transparent color.
A sensation of revival washed over the middle-aged man, making him feel refreshed and energetic.
"Okay, it's done. You can get up now," Huang Xiaolong said.
The middle-aged man surprisingly sprung up agilely, looked around, then bolted towards Huang Xiaolong. Grabbing Huang Xiaolong's hand, he stammered, "Young man, you're a godsend! I feel so good, I feel so relaxed as if a huge burden has been lifted... I... I have no way to repay your life-saving grace!"
"Like I said, treating jaundice and all is too simple for me..." Huang Xiaolong shrugged nonchalantly, then winked at Song Yuru, "My dear wife, see? I wasn't boasting, was I?"
Song Yuru was convinced. Pointing at the middle-aged man's face, she exclaimed, "His face...it's really returned to a normal, healthy complexion. He doesn't look yellow at all anymore...Can a carp's tail really treat this? I've really learned something new today."
"What's the principle behind this method of treatment?" Song Yuru inquired curiously.
"There's no real principle, it's just an old remedy." Huang Xiaolong answered. "However, this remedy, I'm the only one in the world who knows it."
"Ugh, bragging again..." Song Yuru mumbled, but she already believed that Huang Xiaolong wasn't just bluffing, "Even if you're the only one who knows this remedy, what about now? I know it, everyone in this carriage knows it. It's no longer a secret remedy."
"What's the big deal." Huang Xiaolong shrugged. "Just like this remedy, I know more than seven thousand others, I don't care."
"Ugh, you really are too much..." Song Yuru was speechless.
"Young man, Divine Doctor! You are like Hua Tuo reincarnated, Bian Que reborn!" Another middle-aged man in the terminal stages of liver hardening, exclaimed with a grasping face towards Huang Xiaolong. "Meeting such a doctor as you, it's truly our luck!"
Initially, this patient suffering from late-stage liver hardening was skeptical about Huang Xiaolong's medicinal skills. But now, after witnessing him cure his companion using an exclusive remedy, he had no choice but to admire and respect Huang Xiaolong.
After all, his companion had been suffered from jaundice for many years, had sought doctors nationwide, and even undergone several treatments abroad, all without desirable results.
But Huang Xiaolong cured him effortlessly with just a few fish tails. If this wasn't a divine doctor, then what is?
"Terminal liver hardening, right?" Huang Xiaolong asked the middle-aged bald man, looking relaxed.
"Please, Divine Doctor, save my life!" The bald middle-aged man pleaded sincerely.
"Hmm—this is simple." Huang Xiaolong replied casually, lifting his muddy right foot, "Eat this mud."
Eat mud?
The soles of Huang Xiaolong's military-green rubber shoes were covered with thick, dung-yellow mud, which was revolting to look at. Now, he was actually telling the bald middle-aged man to eat this mud!
"That's so disgusting, you're a real pervert!" Song Yuru remarked from the side. "You agreed to treat people's illness, but now you're insulting them... your character is really too much..."
"This…" The bald middle-aged man flashed a trace of anger in his eyes.
Previously, this man had spoken rudely to Huang Xiaolong. Clearly, Huang Xiaolong was deliberately seeking revenge now!
It's important to note, this bald middle-aged man was a not-so-small businessman in Binhai city, worth hundreds of millions, and had hundreds of people working under him. When had he ever been subjected to such humiliation of eating mud?
Huang Xiaolong spoke patiently. "Stop dawdling. Either eat the mud or get lost. Honestly, there are a lot of people who want to lick the mud off my shoes. I'm giving you this chance to lick my shoes only because of my dear wife. You're not happy? Fine, how about this, I won't treat this disease."
"Old Hong, don't hesitate...just eat it. You'll get through it! You've been dragging on this disease for years. Once it turns into cancer, your life is over!"
Under his companion's persuasion and the threat of death, the bald middle-aged man finally gave in.
"Divine Doctor, I apologize for my offensive words earlier. Don't take them to heart. I'll eat the mud!" With clenched teeth, the bald middle-aged man scooped up a clump of mud from Huang Xiaolong's shoes and shoved it into his mouth with his eyes closed.
"Don't eat it! It's too dirty!" Song Yuru cried aside.
Shockingly!
As soon as the clump of mud entered his mouth, the middle-aged man's furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, and his expression became blissful, as if he was savoring a gourmet dish or immortal pill!
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