"Instructor Lu, where did you ask me to accompany you just now?" Zhou Hong finally remembered that Lu Qianqian had said something about going somewhere with her.
"My father, the Emperor, is ill. I need to go down the mountain to find a very famous divine physician. If you have time, you can come with me. If not, you can go back."
Zhou Hong was a little surprised, wondering if he had heard correctly.
"Is your father an ordinary person?" Zhou Hong quickly asked.
"What do you mean by ordinary person?"
"You mean, your father isn't a cultivator?"
"Of course not, he's already a cultivator in the Soul Splitting stage."
"Since he's such a powerful cultivator, how can he be ill?" Zhou Hong found it hard to believe.
"Look at what you're saying. No matter how powerful a cultivator is, they're still mortal. They can also have difficult and complicated illnesses."
"Oh, oh, then what is your father's illness?"
"I don't know. He has to drink a lot, a lot of water every day, and then it's quickly expelled. Simply put, he drinks five to six buckets of water a day and urinates five to six buckets. He's either drinking water or on his way to drink water. He's tried many elixirs and miraculous medicines before, but unfortunately, they haven't worked. I don't know what the problem is." Su Dan Novel Network
Zhou Hong chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I guess your father's illness is, more often than not, caused by a problem in his brain."
"How is that possible? What does it have to do with the brain?" Lu Qianqian couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhou Hong, thinking he was talking nonsense. The water goes down without passing through the brain, so how could it be caused by the brain?
However, Zhou Hong wasn't talking nonsense.
Although this world was full of powerful individuals, and everyone's physique was incomparable to that of Earthlings, their understanding of the human body structure was probably less than one-tenth of that of Earthlings.
If Zhou Hong's guess was correct, Lu Qianqian's father's illness was likely caused by an injury to the hypothalamus-pituitary axis. Zhou Hong might be able to confirm it with just a few questions.
"Instructor Lu, regarding your father's illness, let me ask you a few questions. When did your father get this illness? Did he suffer any serious injuries before it started, especially to his head?"
"It was about eighteen years ago. The specific reason is unclear. Anyway, he came back from an outing, and I heard he fought with someone for several days and nights. A few days after he returned, he started to be like this. He drinks about six buckets of water a day, and each bucket is this big." Lu Qianqian gestured the size of the bucket.
Zhou Hong roughly estimated that a bucket of water was at least 10 liters, so six buckets would be 60 liters.
"And he urinates six buckets a day. He can't do much all day, drinking water for a while and urinating for a while. For my father's illness, I've sought many famous physicians and taken countless spiritual medicines, but unfortunately, there's been no effect. Because of this, my father even issued a royal decree, promising to marry his daughter to anyone, be it a famous physician or a divine being, who could cure his illness."
"And then? No one could cure him?"
"No, no one knows what's wrong with my father at all. Initially, they suspected poisoning, but he's taken all sorts of antidotes and consulted many apothecaries, yet there's still no effect."
Zhou Hong let out a laugh, his mind already understanding.
From the perspective of Earth's medicine, Lu Qianqian's father had most likely injured his pituitary gland in his brain during a fight. Judging by his water intake, his pituitary gland was probably ruptured. This pituitary gland prevents the kidneys from reabsorbing the water that has been drunk, so the water passes through the body once. Therefore, the water he drinks is quickly expelled, and then his body becomes extremely dehydrated, leading him to drink large amounts of water again, repeating this cycle.
Unfortunately, this kind of illness, even on Earth, is permanent and untreatable.
The brain is the most complex organ. Even though the cultivators in this world have stronger bodies than Earthlings, they are still extremely vulnerable in the face of such a complex organ.
Cultivators rarely get sick, but once they do, it's usually a very serious illness.
Of course, if it were to be cured, there isn't a method, and the method is very simple: perform a craniotomy on her father and reconnect the ruptured pituitary gland.
However, this is impossible on Earth.
Zhou Hong could only sigh softly and accompany Lu Qianqian as they left the Ancient Academy and descended the mountain.
"Zhou Hong, that divine physician lives in a large mountain to the northwest of Ancient City. I've been there several times before, but he never agreed. I'll go to him again today, hoping to move him with my sincerity and make him treat my father."
"Alright, I'll accompany you."
Soon, Zhou Hong accompanied Lu Qianqian to a mountain. On the mountain stood a quaint house. In front of the house, many people were queuing, some of them ordinary people and some cultivators.
"Zhou Hong, wait for me here. I'll go down and queue."
Zhou Hong wanted to persuade Lu Qianqian to give up, saying that her father's illness was permanent and incurable. But the words stopped at his lips as he saw the hopeful look in Lu Qianqian's eyes, and he said nothing more. People always need hope.
About two hours later, it was finally Lu Qianqian's turn.
"Divine Physician Gu, it's me." Lu Qianqian approached the old man with white hair.
The old man with white hair was none other than the divine physician Lu Qianqian mentioned. Zhou Hong discovered that this divine physician was not an ordinary person but also a cultivator, and a not weak one at that.
"It's you again. Didn't I tell you? I won't treat your father's illness." The divine physician said resolutely.
"Why, Divine Physician Gu, I beg you." Lu Qianqian immediately burst into tears. This wasn't the first time she had cried in front of him.
"Someone reported that your father killed too many people. I don't save people like that."
"Divine Physician Gu, who reported it? How could my father have killed too many people? Besides, my father is a cultivator. Even if he occasionally kills some enemies, it's unavoidable. Among all the cultivators in the world, which one hasn't killed anyone?" Lu Qianqian continued to beg tearfully.
"You can go. Don't waste your energy. I won't make a move."
Lu Qianqian knelt down with a thud and said crying, "Divine Physician Gu, I beg you. If you don't agree, I'll kneel here and won't get up."
After speaking, Lu Qianqian knelt on the side, seeming to want to move him with this method. She didn't believe that Divine Physician Gu was truly heartless.
Unfortunately, Lu Qianqian didn't know that Divine Physician Gu wasn't truly refusing because her father killed too many people, but because he knew he couldn't cure it but didn't want to ruin his reputation, so he found an excuse.