C33 Genius

Fang Hui smiled and said, "I still need to thank you. Although my home is not big, I always feel a little lonely. The arrival of you two brothers has finally given this lonely home some energy, made this not-so-large home full of laughter, and helped my life to be filled up temporarily. I … I am really happy."

As he finished speaking, his voice was somewhat low and his expression was somewhat dejected. Although the warm and gentle scene in front of me is only temporary for a few days, but at least I can have some wonderful memories in my limited life. Maybe the Heavens saw that I was too pitiful, so they added some color to my pale life!

I am not as old as you, and I have less experience in life than you, but I know that you can't be too pessimistic in life, even if you are terminally ill, you can't be so negative. In reality, in essence, a few years, months, or even a few days are no different from a lifetime, because no one knows when they will be able to see Yama King, and it's possible that he might die the next moment. The person who is terminally ill only knows when he is going to die, which is how you feel right now. Fang Hui, if there were no miracles, your life might have ended in less than a year, right? "

Fang Hui's eyes were wide open as he asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Ling Yan laughed, "Haha, I knew it, there was no other reason. I can help you get rid of two of your symptoms, but I can only look for other ways to cure the blood vessels in your heart. I won't treat you unless I have to, because I'm not sure."

"You … you can cure my cancer?" Fang Hui was incredulous, but his expression showed uncontrollable surprise. Ling Yan's background was mysterious, and he seemed to be able to see through everything in his body. He might even be able to cure his illness. He asked uncertainly, "Then Ling Yan … are you a doctor?"

"That 'lump' you call it cancer?" Ling Yan asked, "Is a doctor a doctor?" "I'm sorry, haha, I'm not a doctor. If a doctor were a doctor, then my mother would be a doctor. Unfortunately, she's not here, so I'm unable to help you."

Fang Hui could only feel his heart beating faster than usual. His already desperate life force actually had a chance of being saved. He was so excited that his chest was moving up and down. Fang Hui did not hesitate to believe Ling Yan's words. There was no reason to believe Ling Yan's calm and confident smile.

Seeing this, Ling Yan couldn't help but laugh. "I understand your mood, but don't be too happy too early. I can only cure half of your illness, and I don't know how to resolve the other half of your illness!" It wasn't that Ling Yan wanted to throw cold water on her, but he wanted to be honest with her.

Fang Hui took a deep breath to calm his agitation and smiled. "The doctor is helpless against my illness because I have two different diseases in my body at the same time, and any one of them would affect the other. Since I can't treat both diseases at the same time, I've been waiting for years to die. Ling Yan, if you can cure my cancer, the doctor can solve the heart disease."

"Oh!" Ling Yan was curious. "How do you treat cardiac vascular atrophy?" The broken pipe can be reconnected? "

Ling Yan was surprised. He had also read the medical manual left behind by Thousand Heart Rong, and had a vague understanding of medical skills. Meridians reconnection was easy, but blood vessels reunion was not that difficult. The heart was different from other places. For example, if the blood vessels in the hands and feet were broken, it was possible that the blood vessels in the body would connect by themselves, but the heart was the focus of life, and the blood pressure was higher than other parts. It was very likely that the blood vessels would burst, and at that time, forget about healing, it might not even connect.

"No, the doctor's treatment is to remove the atrophic blood vessels and replace them with other substitutes." Fang Hui explained.

"Other substitutes?" Ling Yan was a little doubtful, but he didn't plan to inquire too much about it. The dynasty was changing, society was developing, and medicine was improving. There was definitely a lot of things that surpassed his knowledge, and there was no need to dig any further since he didn't know much about it either. What's the matter with you? " Looking at Fang Hui, Ling Yan frowned and asked.

Fang Hui seemed to remember something after he finished speaking. His expression darkened as he picked up Xiaobao and sat down on the chair. He did not say anything, but his expression was one of helplessness. Upon hearing Ling Yan's question, he smiled bitterly. "The problem of treatment has been solved. However, the medical expenses …"

Ling Yan thought about it and felt that it made sense. Heart surgery was a huge project, and a doctor couldn't possibly have operated on you for nothing. He asked, "How much … how much money would that cost?"

Fang Hui thought for a moment and bitterly said, "The currency used now is calculated in yuan. Let me tell you this, one yuan can buy two steamed buns. I need 400,000 steamed buns to cure my illness."

Ling Yan calculated in his heart: "Two yuan is equivalent to three pieces of silver, one thousand copper is one tael of silver, then one tael of silver is more than six hundred yuan, good boy!" "Then it won't cost more than three hundred silver taels!"

Back then, his father would risk his life to chop firewood and sometimes write on the streets to help people earn some extra money. At home, ten taels of silver was considered quite a fortune and having three hundred taels of silver was considered equivalent to having a middle-class family. Ling Yan thought for a moment, and the first thing he could think of was those juniors he had never met before. Shaking his head as if he couldn't count on them, Ling Yan wondered if they would be able to cross the threshold of the "Spirit Realm" and have a thousand years of longevity. In the vast depths of the Great Swamp of the Gods, it wouldn't be a short period of time for them to find them, and even if they did, they might not necessarily have the money to hide somewhere.

"Right, where is your family?" Ling Yan asked doubtfully. Fang Hui was puzzled to know that Fang Hui lived alone. Shouldn't he discuss things with his parents and family? It was a matter of life and death.

"My parents live in the countryside, and I have a brother and sister at home. In order to help them go to school, the family life is very tense, and if I were not terminally ill, I would be able to help out the family, but right now, I have nowhere else to go besides waiting for death. I can only make them sad by telling them that my biggest wish now is to live for two years, and then I will be able to repay the money I owe for the house and leave them some inheritance."

Perhaps the previous grief and tears had let go of all the grievances in his heart, but now that he had said these words, there was no change in his expression. Perhaps it was the helplessness, resignation, and even a sliver of unwillingness that had been buried deep within his heart.

Ling Yan looked at the girl in front of him who had a peaceful expression, but was filled with sorrow and helplessness. He felt extremely sympathetic but also extremely helpless; he could not solve her heart problem, even if he had to deal with the tumor, he could not cure it, and he himself was even more powerless to deal with the problem of medical fees. He had been in closed door cultivation for over a thousand years, and if it wasn't for Fang Hui, he wouldn't even have a place to stay. He could only comfort her, "Don't worry. A wise man has his own blessings. Your face is not like the face of a dead person. Your lifespan should not be so short."

Fang Hui laughed, "You know how to judge looks?"

"No way!" Ling Yan, however, did not have the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "Based on my feelings, I believe in my feelings!" After coming out of seclusion, Ling Yan felt a vague feeling in his heart, as if he knew something, but he did not know anything at all. It was very abstract, as if he had peeped into the mysteries of heaven, and he had a vague feeling that he knew something.

Fang Hui laughed and accepted Ling Yan's consolation. After the period of helplessness and hesitation in his life, he had finally let go of his feelings. Although he was constantly resentful towards the injustice of the heavens, he still accepted his fate. However, he still had some expectations for Ling Yan's consolation.

Ling Yan did not know how long he would have to stay on Earth. Judging from Fang Hui's condition, he would probably need to live in this city for at least half a year. It was impossible for him to do nothing at home during this half a year, so Ling Yan began his studies, starting from home appliances.

With regards to the computer, Ling Yan had six awakened chakras and was still clueless. Under Fang Hui's explanation, Ling Yan became extremely interested in the computer, but it was useless for him to not know how to operate it, so he started to learn Pinyin.

In Ling Yan's era, there was no such subject as pinyin. The teacher in charge of the private school would tell the students the pronunciation of the word as well as the interpretation and representation of the word. Some teachers also used anti-cut methods, using two words that they knew how to read. They would take the first sound mother and the second sound mother, and then put them together to read. However, this was not specific, and appeared somewhat unnecessary, so some teachers didn't bother to trouble themselves when teaching their students.

The application of pinyin in China was reflected in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, when the Chinese Republic was officially established. Thus, Ling Yan's understanding of pinyin went dark, and under Fang Hui's tireless teaching, he began to understand AoE. The funny thing was, Little Treasure was listening to them fun at the side, and he also read along with them, and his grandmother's voice made him extremely happy, making him feel like he was a teacher.

The speed at which he learned them also surprised Fang Hui. Although it was simple, even for a three-year-old, it was a very complex and profound course, and there were so many people in China who dared to say that only a few old professors could master it all. Although Ling Yan was not able to use it as he wished, he could roughly understand it as he wished, and could learn it within half a day's time. In Fang Hui's heart, he had already categorized Ling Yan as a genius.