Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Village Chief Yang is Ill
"If you want him to wake up, I can tell you he’ll soon regain consciousness, but this method is merely a temporary solution; it doesn’t address the root cause. When he was hitting me just now, I noticed something, and that something tells me there might be an issue inside his brain."
"What did you say? An issue? What kind of issue? What’s wrong with my dad, my dad?"
Yang Dazhi also knew of Liu Zheng’s other identity, and was aware that Liu Zheng’s reputation was known throughout the local area. Moreover, any illness that reached his hands was likely to be cured, which is why the title Divine Doctor had always been circulating among the community.
"Right now, I can’t determine it for sure, but there are definitely signs. When Liu Zheng was hitting me earlier, I could clearly see that his body was leaning towards him. Though he was walking in a straight line, he unwittingly shifted to the right side of my body, which is why I managed to block the iron rod’s attack. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to defend myself against such a swift blow."
"So, what you mean is, there’s some issue in his brain causing his body to act like this?"
"I need to ask about his usual vision. How is it normally? Does he have difficulty seeing things clearly? Does he have presbyopia? Has he ever worn glasses?"
"From about ten years ago, his eyesight started to deteriorate, but he refused to wear reading glasses. After all, as a village head, he didn’t need to deal with text-based tasks much. Most of his time was spent visiting households and doing work for the villagers, so he never wore them."
"Then tell me, has he mentioned to you recently that his eyesight is getting worse? That he sees double images, or sometimes black spots?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Dazhi suddenly became cautious, then glanced at Liu Zheng with a slight frown. He realized that every word Liu Zheng was saying seemed familiar, as if the village head had mentioned similar symptoms at home before.
"Yes, that’s right. The village head did have these symptoms, and if you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have taken it seriously. He did say that before."
"Have you noticed any difficulty in grasping objects? For example, things that are clearly in front of him, but he has trouble reaching for them?"
"Yes, that has happened. Sometimes, when we dine together at the table, even if a dish is right in front of him, he can’t seem to get it into his mouth. We thought it might just be severe presbyopia, so I told him that we should find time to go to the city and get proper glasses."
"Okay, there’s no need for glasses now. Based on your current symptoms, I have nearly concluded that he likely has a tumor at the pituitary gland position in his brain, which has caused these symptoms. Additionally, this tumor is at risk of rupture, and should that happen, the consequences would be dire, possibly threatening his life."
"What, what are you talking about? A tumor? How is that possible? My dad has always been healthy, and even when I get sick, he rarely does. Are you sure you’re not mistaken?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Dazhi began to feel anxious. Naturally, no one wants their father to encounter any misfortune.
"I’m not mistaken. With my years of medical experience, and considering his current symptoms, everything points to this. Let me tell you, a pituitary tumor is a latent disease. Usually, it doesn’t manifest obvious symptoms, but when serious ones do appear and they match a clinical hemorrhagic stroke, then the person immediately falls into danger. Without prompt medical intervention, life could be lost within hours."
"So, what should we do now?"
"We must find a way to get him to the hospital quickly for a systematic examination. If it’s confirmed that there’s indeed a pituitary tumor, then surgery will be necessary. With surgical removal, he should be able to return to his previous state."
"Good, I understand. Thank you so much, Village Head Liu. Now, can you please wake my dad up? I’ll take him to the city for a check-up as soon as we get home."
After hearing this, Liu Zheng just nodded. It was time for him to come to his senses. Moreover, he didn’t want to make too big an enemy out of him, and now that he was a patient, it was even more reason to let go of that thought.
In the end, Liu Zheng squatted down, extended one hand like before, and lightly tapped at the neck position. Soon, they heard a painful groan.
"Dad, Dad, what’s the matter?"
The village head slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He just had the feeling that he had been doing something.
But why was he suddenly lying on the ground? It looked like he didn’t have a clear memory of this part.
"What happened to me? Why did I lose consciousness here?"
While speaking, he tried to sit up, and eventually, his son helped him up from the ground. The village head looked up at Liu Zheng, then at the iron rod on the ground, and in that moment, he seemed to have an epiphany.
"You, what did you just do to me? Quickly, tell me, he hit me just now, he struck me."
He suddenly turned back, angrily demanding an answer from Liu Zheng, who could only shake his head helplessly. At this stage, he still thought of revenge?
"Yes, do you realize? It’s fortunate that it was Village Head Liu, and had he not pointed out some of your health issues, I would have had no clue. Don’t say anything else; right now, I’m taking you to the hospital."
While he was saying this, Yang Dazhi hurriedly prepared to take the village head away from there.
But how could the village head just give up? Besides, he would not believe anything Liu Zheng said. If someone else had told him, perhaps he would have considered it carefully, but it had to be Liu Zheng.
"What do you mean? I’m sick? I think it’s you who’s sick."
Liu Zheng heard this and could only smile helplessly. He didn’t know how to explain, and he knew that the more he tried to clarify, the murkier it would get. He had no right to explain at all.
