diskusbooks Chapter 698 Overwork Leads to Illness
Chapter 698 Overwork Leads to Illness
"You've vomited blood and you still say you're fine? In your current state, let alone arguing with the old lady, it's questionable whether you even have the strength to walk to the old house." Lin Ping stormed in angrily.
As an outsider, he shouldn't have shown up, but he knew that Meng Qingge's condition wasn't simply due to vomiting blood; a full examination was necessary.
Others may not know, but Lin Ping knows very well that the reason he vomited blood was because of a ruptured blood vessel.
Unless there is internal organ damage, it is impossible to vomit blood from a few angry words.
Lin Ping secretly beckoned to the doctor, who then leaned closer to listen.
“When I was a child, I was so angry that I vomited blood. The doctor prescribed several doses of medicine, but it didn’t help. Later, we consulted a famous doctor who said it was caused by a stomach ulcer. As a result, I recovered after only one dose of medicine,” Lin Ping whispered in his ear.
He had already examined Meng Qingge's body with X-rays and found large ulcers in her stomach, which made her blood vessels prone to rupture.
But he was just a poor country boy, with little influence and no power to make any comments. He could only rely on the doctor's words.
Because Lin Ping's words were tactful and did not imply any blame for the doctor's incompetence, the man humbly accepted them.
"Miss Meng, may I take another look?" The white-bearded doctor thought Lin Ping's words made sense and decided to take her pulse again.
Meng Qingge did not object to the idea that one should not avoid seeking medical treatment when ill.
Before long, the white-bearded doctor's expression turned serious, and he asked, "Miss Meng, have you been experiencing excessive anxiety lately?"
Meng Qingge nodded. She often stayed up all night because of the winery, so how could she not be anxious?
"Do you have irregular eating habits? And do you often drink tea to stay alert?" the doctor continued to ask.
As a veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he must have some medical skills and know that diet, anxiety, and even drinking tea can cause stomach ulcers.
The other party hit the nail on the head, and Meng Qingge nodded repeatedly.
"It was a misdiagnosis on my part. Miss Meng's condition is not simply a case of qi and blood attacking her heart; she also suffers from a stomach ulcer. Firstly, she needs to rest and recuperate; secondly, she needs to eat on time; and thirdly, she needs to take medicine to regulate her condition." The white-bearded doctor made no attempt to hide his mistake.
"Did you hear that? The doctor said you should rest and recuperate, and not worry about the distillery for the time being," Huang Jiayu comforted her.
Her primary concern was always her children's health, not power struggles.
"This is the consultation fee, please accept it as a token of my appreciation." Meng Yuanping emptied his money bag and took out ten taels of silver.
The white-bearded doctor immediately waved his hand and said, "This is not my achievement, I cannot accept money..."
He was merely repeating what Lin Ping meant, and he should pay Lin Ping's tuition, so how could he accept Meng Yuanping's money?
"If it weren't for your miraculous healing, Qingge wouldn't know when she would have recovered. Please don't be so polite," Lin Ping said hurriedly, winking at the other party as if he didn't want him to reveal his identity.
The white-bearded doctor then accepted the silver, thanked Lin Ping repeatedly, and left.
"Sigh... Not only did Meng Qingchao steal the credit, but Qingge is also bedridden. Heaven really has no eyes." Meng Yuanping sighed for a long time before leaving.
He was also concerned about Meng Qingge's condition, but he was even more concerned about Meng Qingfan's future.
He couldn't let the Meng family's assets fall into Meng Qingchao's hands, but he was timid by nature and especially afraid of his elder brother, so he naturally didn't dare to personally step forward to demand an explanation.
"No, I must go to my grandmother to seek justice," Meng Qingge insisted.
“Meng Qingchao has already gone to Qingfeng Tower. You can’t exactly drag him out, can you? It’s better to stay calm and wait for him to come back from Qingfeng Tower. Maybe Han Jiji doesn’t want to give him face,” Lin Ping comforted him.
"Does it make a difference whether I go early or late?" Meng Qingge stared at Lin Ping with a puzzled look, but felt an inexplicable trust in her heart.
"It's true that you gained something without any ruthlessness. You should rest well first and not worry about it. The most important thing right now is to recover. Only when you recover can you take back what is rightfully yours." Huang Jiayu pressed Meng Qingge down onto the bed.
Parents everywhere have the same heart; they earnestly hope their children will succeed, yet they also don't want them to be too burdened.
If she could, she would rather bear everything for Meng Qingge.
"You brat, what are you looking at? Go back to the academy!" Lin Ping roared angrily at Meng Qingfan, almost kicking him.
In this situation, Lin Ping thought of Jiang Yunying. If Jiang Yunyu hadn't been so unambitious, how could he have burdened his wife with such a heavy responsibility?
Help from others is only temporary; to completely solve the problem, Meng Qingfan must become stronger.
He dared not look directly into Lin Ping's eyes, and his little mouth obediently rushed towards the academy, not daring to delay for even a moment.
"Luckily I ran fast, otherwise this leg would have been crippled."
Thinking of Lin Ping's ruthlessness, Meng Qingfan felt lingering fear and dared not provoke her future brother-in-law.
"He is quite devoted to my elder sister. As long as he has her as a protective shield, he shouldn't hit me, right..." Meng Qingfan muttered to herself, feeling very uncertain.
Not only did he come to the academy willingly, but his enthusiasm for studying also increased considerably, earning him high praise from Zhang Hongxian.
It's not that I'm afraid of good people doing good deeds, it's that I'm afraid of prodigals turning back...
"Lin'er, I still have some things to attend to, so I'll leave Qingge in your care for now," Huang Jiayu said meaningfully.
As the initiator of this marriage, she always had to find some benefits for Lin Ping.
Not only did she leave, but she also took Yun'er with her, leaving only Lin Ping and Meng Qingge looking at each other in bewilderment.
The already somewhat oppressive atmosphere turned completely cold, and the two of them remained frozen in the same position as if petrified.
Even though Lin Ping was good at breaking the ice, he was somewhat powerless this time.
He really didn't know what to say to Meng Qingge.
"Let me give you a riddle..." Lin Ping tried to break the awkward silence.
Qingfeng Tower's choice of Meng Qingge was inseparable from Lin Ping's help. She had less prejudice against Lin Ping, so she nodded.
"What things are different in different people? Some are long, some are short; some are black, some are white; some are soft, some are hard; some have a lot of hair, some have little?" Lin Ping asked seriously.
After hearing the riddle, Meng Qingge's pale face turned bright red. Was there even a need to guess?
"Haha, you'll never guess, the answer is an arm!" Lin Ping replied triumphantly.
Upon hearing this answer, Meng Qingge's ears turned red.
Clearly, she was evil.
"Oh...so it's an arm." Meng Qingge replied in a childlike tone, but she felt like strangling Lin Ping.
This guy is really addictive; being with him makes me blush and my heart race.
"Then let's try another one." Lin Ping pondered for a while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "A woman giving birth, what is a Chinese idiom?"
"Huh?" Meng Qingge stared wide-eyed, puzzled once again.
"Slander! Hahaha!" Lin Ping was amused by his own wit.
Meng Qingge's face suddenly darkened, and she said irritably, "If Young Master Lin has nothing else to say, please leave."