Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Chapter 177 Uncle Fang's House

When everyone in the living room heard Li Wenjing's urgent question, they all looked over in surprise, wondering why she had suddenly become so agitated.

Since learning Feng Qingqing's identity, Li Wenjing's expression remained indifferent throughout.

There was no special indication.

Even when Uncle Fang asked Feng Qingqing to take his pulse, he didn't show any unusual expression.

However, after observing Feng Qingqing's entire treatment process, he realized that this girl must have some skills.

However, it is still far from being able to treat his youngest son.

But she didn't refuse his kind offer.

But when she heard the girl mention Uncle Fang's lungs, she became anxious.

As Uncle Fang's bedmate, she knew his health inside and out; no one knew him better than her.

Uncle Fang is always busy with work and sometimes can't even take care of his health.

Especially in recent years, he has become more aware that Uncle Fang not only coughs from time to time at night, but also experiences chest tightness and shortness of breath.

In addition, Uncle Fang was a heavy smoker.

This had already made Li Wenjing very worried about his health.

If it weren't for her youngest son's sudden accident, she would have already taken Uncle Fang for a medical check-up to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.

At this point, Li Wenjing only thought that Uncle Fang had some problems with his lungs and did not think of anything more.

Just as everyone was somewhat surprised by Li Wenjing's reaction, Uncle Fang waved his hand at Li Wenjing, signaling her not to rush.

Then he turned and smiled at Feng Qingqing:

"Qingqing, just say what's on your mind. Don't worry, I'm not one to shy away from problems."

Although Feng Qingqing heard him say this, she still had some doubts in her heart:

"Judging from my uncle's pulse, there should have been signs in his lungs long ago..."

Unable to bear Feng Qingqing's leisurely pace, Old Master Fang immediately pressed for answers:

"What's the problem, Qingqing? Tell me quickly."

He was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

Feng Qingqing wasn't entirely sure either, but she couldn't let them think the matter was unimportant, so she could only speak vaguely:

"This is a serious problem; it would be best to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

Feng Qingqing knew that, for any cancer, the results of X-rays taken by Western medicine were the clearest and most definitive.

Hearing her say this, those present gradually felt relieved.

They were not familiar with Feng Qingqing's usual way of speaking, but they felt that Uncle Fang might indeed have some lung problems, but not serious ones.

This is Beijing, after all, a city teeming with experts and talented people.

It's not like they can't even treat these minor illnesses.

However, Grandpa Fang knew Feng Qingqing very well about her treatment and knew that she was aware of it but just didn't want to say it in public.

Feng Qingqing recalled the situation when she took Uncle Fang's pulse just now. She felt that the pulse was straight and long, like pressing a zither string. This was a typical pulse pattern for cancer in traditional Chinese medicine.

Based on her internal vision, although it was her first time encountering the black dots in an internal view, her understanding of space told her that the size and darkness of these black dots represented the severity of the disease.

Feng Qingqing was somewhat confident, but she was still undecided about whether to reveal the matter.

She worried that if she didn't speak up, Uncle Fang wouldn't take her advice to heart and she would miss the best time for cancer treatment.

It's important to know that treating early-stage or even very early-stage cancer is much simpler than treating mid-stage or late-stage cancer.

The success rate of treatment has also been greatly improved.

To avoid any unexpected situations, she straightened her posture and said in a serious tone:

"Uncle, your lung condition is quite serious. It would be best if you went to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Uncle Fang and nodded, but judging from his expression, she knew he wouldn't do as she asked.

She realized that if she didn't tell them the truth now, and it delayed treatment, she would be in big trouble.

After a moment of contemplation, he stopped looking at Uncle Fang and instead stared at Grandpa Fang and Li Wenjing, his voice grave:

"Aunt, godfather, my uncle's lung condition is very serious."

I even suspect it might be an early-stage cancer lesion, and we absolutely cannot delay.

Fortunately, it was early...

Before she could finish speaking, everyone present suddenly changed their expressions.

Uncle Fang's daughter, Fang Guangmei, asked anxiously:

"Impossible. How could my dad have cancer? You diagnosed it just by taking his pulse?"

Could there be a mistake?

Although she said that, she was still very flustered inside.

Li Wenjing was trembling and on the verge of collapse, while her youngest son was still lying in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance.

Now, the pillar of the family, Uncle Fang, has been given cancer by this girl. At this moment, she only felt a loud bang in her ears, and then her body went limp and she fell into darkness.

Then the shouts of the crowd could be heard:

"Mother..."

It turned out that Li Wenjing had fainted.

Feng Qingqing quickly walked to Li Wenjing's side, gently helped her up, and then turned around to have her uncle's eldest son carry Li Wenjing to the room and lay her down flat.

Then he focused on taking the pulse.

After a thorough examination, it turned out there was nothing seriously wrong.

During this period, Li Wenjing was overworked and worried about her youngest son. In addition, she had not rested well. When she heard about Uncle Fang's illness, she could not bear the blow and fainted.

After confirming, he looked up and explained to his older cousins ​​who had been standing beside him:

"My aunt is fine, she's just worried too much and hasn't had enough rest."

I'll give her a few acupuncture needles so she can get some rest for the night.

"I'll be fully awake the next morning."

Hearing her say that, everyone felt relieved.

They don't want their mother to collapse, otherwise what will become of the family?

Everyone returned to the living room, and no one mentioned dinner anymore; the food on the table had long since gone cold.

Feng Qingqing sat back down in her original spot and glanced at Uncle Fang.

Uncle Fang was relieved to hear that Li Wenjing was alright.

Then everyone started to think about what Feng Qingqing had said earlier.

Especially Uncle Fang himself, unlike others, he knows his own body best.

In recent years, I have often had to stay up late due to my busy work schedule.

This requires smoking to stay alert.

His study was often filled with smoke at night, which caused his cough to flare up more and more frequently in the past two years.

It was accompanied by chest tightness and pain, and shortness of breath.

Sometimes, a series of intense, throbbing pains can occur.

Because he was busy with other matters, he did not pay attention to such things.

But he also knew that this was not a normal physical condition.

Grandpa Fang sat there, completely bewildered, unable to accept the situation.

He never imagined that his elder brother would be given cancer by Feng Qingqing.

Although it's early-stage cancer, it's still cancer.

In this day and age, cancer is a disease that people fear.

Although Feng Qingqing repeatedly emphasized that the early cure rate was very high, he was still uneasy. This was his older brother, who was only over 60 years old.