happy looking back

The master waved his hand indifferently, and said, "You don't need to refute me, young people in their early thirties speak slowly and see through life and death, I'm afraid that they have never experienced the joys, sorrows, sorrows, bitterness, honor, and disgrace in the world, so how can they be indifferent. "

"Of course! Maybe you are special, but you ignored him on purpose, didn't you?" Grandpa Jian Yixuan glanced mockingly at Qian Liangming who was struggling in pain, his meaning was very simple.No matter how calm and open-minded people are, when facing their blood relatives, they will never deliberately ignore his existence.

Family affection cannot be ignored, either hate or love.If he looked at his father sad and sad indifferently, then he did it on purpose, subconsciously, he was taking revenge on the man in front of him for ignoring him.

"Maybe you are right, doctor. It's a pity that I don't live long." Qian Jinhong did not refute Grandpa Jian's analysis of him, because for him, no matter what the conclusion is, he has no time to change.So he, Qian Jinhong, was still indifferent, or to be precise, indifferent.

"Maybe not necessarily—" Grandpa Jian suddenly answered.This sentence was so shocking that Qian Liangming and his grandfather who were present at the scene were shocked and exclaimed at the same time, "Is there help?!" It was also this sentence that completely pulled Qian Jinhong from his position on the "Altar".Grandpa Jian cast a fire into his eyes, which were as clear as an old monk's, a kindling that burned brightly.

"Old Jane, don't be fooled, tell me! How can I help?!" The irritable grandfather grabbed Jian Yixuan's arm and shook it violently like an ignorant girl. It seems that Ge Yuanchao's yelling temper Not entirely without provenance.Qian Liangming also stood dryly beside Grandpa Jian, looking very anxious.

"What I said is that it may not be impossible to save. It may not be impossible to save. It means that maybe it can be saved, but maybe it's not sure, you know?" At the critical moment, Grandpa Jian committed the fault of being picky again.Don't look at Grandpa Jane's medical skills are first-class, but this Chinese is just a comparison with me.If you compare it with grandpa and young dad, it's far behind.After all, Grandpa Jian grew up drinking foreign ink since he was a child. He didn't forget his ancestors by reciting classics, and he often uttered a few sentences in English. He is already quite talented.

"Then you can tell me the 'maybe' and 'uncertain' treatment plan for everyone to refer to. As the saying goes, three cobblers are the best of Zhuge Liang." Grandpa closed his eyes, and thought about it. A dead horse is treated like a living horse.But there are some things, even a hundred Ge Jinbaos are not enough, who knows that in ancient times, there is a big saying that every line is like a mountain.So it's not surprising that grandpa met Jian Yixuan's big eyes.

"13 years ago, when I was the dean in Shancheng County—" Unexpectedly, when Grandpa Jian Yixuan opened his mouth, the time went back 13 years.Qian Liangming, who had put all his bets on Grandpa Jian, dared not speak out, but Grandpa had no such scruples, so his old man's temper like a firecracker was on fire again, and he cursed, "Can you make it right now? It's useful. Don't talk about those clichés from 13 years ago! Old Jane, you—" Grandpa Jane was suddenly interrupted, and couldn't help feeling a little tempered.So he rolled his eyelids, put his hand in, and tilted his head, directly planning to "non-violent non-cooperation".

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll shut up, you say!" Grandpa could only lift a bucket of cold water by himself, and put out the fire by himself.The young father standing by was so happy that his eyes were narrowed, he almost jumped up and shouted: Dad, you still have today!

"Closer to the story, when I was the director of the Shancheng County Hospital 13 years ago, in order to avoid the loss of the secret recipes of traditional Chinese medicine, I set up a special department called "Chinese Medicine". Some are contrary to science and need to be verified, but most of them are quite valuable." Listening to Grandpa Jian Yixuan gradually turning to the topic, all the people present gave up their attention, fearing that they might miss a word.

"There is such a prescription among them: black vine fruit, black and red in color, it likes warmth and shade, and is often found in deep mountains and dense forests. Because of the harsh growth conditions, it is very rare. Use black vine fruit to make wine, Drink it warm, it has the effect of bringing the dead back to life, prolonging life, and promoting bone regeneration." Grandpa Jian's words chilled the hearts of everyone present, including me, and I hugged the briefcase around my waist reluctantly.

"Is there such a fruit? Why does it sound mysterious to me? Could it be that I read it from some recreational novel?" Grandpa asked doubtfully.

"In the beginning, I just thought of it as some folks, and I didn't care about it. But in the capital two years ago, I was lucky to see this legendary black vine fruit!" Grandpa Jian's words made Qian Liangming's eyes light up, and then He asked urgently, "Where?!"

"Unfortunately, those are dried black vine fruit. The medicinal properties of dried black vine fruit are greatly reduced, and it is more than enough to treat children's cough." Grandpa Jian shook his head regretfully, and then changed the subject, "But, since there is one When the black vine fruit comes out, there must be a second one, and a third one. As long as you find it, you can take care of it slowly with other medicines. After three years of unworthiness, I dare not say that the recovery is normal, but living and walking like a normal person, absolutely Not a fantasy!"

"But where can I find this black vine fruit?" Grandpa rubbed his chin and walked around in the open space of the room.Qian Liangming once again fell into a painful struggle. Qian Jinhong seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed. The young father kept shaking his head and sighing. Li Xiqing only looked at me with his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not in a hurry. Looking at me, it made me feel as if there were thousands of ants crawling all over my body.

Sure enough, what the Buddhists say is good, if you pay for something, there must be a cause and an effect.I hate that the precious fruit in my bag is about to enter someone else's stomach before it is ripe.Although the weak and slender man in front of me is my savior, I didn't miss a single word that Grandpa Jian Yixuan said just now.This fruit is not the "Kirin Fruit" that can increase one's skill for a period of sixty years, it is the "Life Fruit" that revives the dead!Facing Li Xiqing, who was the only one who knew about it, with a gentle breeze and purely watching the show, I felt depressed: Why didn't the good ones learn, but learned his eccentricity of watching the crowds!

"Grandpa Jian, look at this?" My heart was bleeding, I pulled the leather briefcase on my waist with trembling hands, and showed it to Grandpa Jian.He also pretended to be enthusiastic and reminded, "I think this is Hei Bulin, the taste is so-so, just like peaches, not as good as the peaches in our Xiaohe Village—"

"Pfft——cough cough~~~" Li Xiqing put her fist against her lower lip, narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the structure of the cement ceiling of Qian Liangming's house.The tensed cheek muscles were a little strangely dark red, and I don't know if he saw the "eye knife" I threw at him as a warning.On the contrary, the young father, who knew me quite well, stared at me suspiciously, with a "tricky" look.

Grandpa Jian Yixuan put a handkerchief on the palm of his hand, gently picked up a fruit that was only the size of an egg, held the frame of the glasses with one hand, and took a closer look at the fruit with the other hand.Grandpa, Qian Liangming, and the young father all stared nervously at the fruit in Grandpa Jian's hand. For a while, only the sound of "gudong, gudong" swallowing nervously was heard in the empty room.Suddenly, Grandpa Jian shouted excitedly: "It is it! Hei Teng Guo, it is definitely it!"

"Baby, you are really Grandpa Jian's lucky star! Huh!" Grandpa Jian Yixuan stepped forward and hugged me, regardless of his status as a national academician, he greeted me on the cheek with his mouth pouted grandly.The wet saliva smeared all over my face. If it wasn't for the livid Li Xiqing who stepped forward and pulled the crazy Grandpa Jian away, the consequences would have been disastrous.Thinking about the strength of Li Xiqing's flying kick, it made Grandpa Jian, who was over [-] years old, break into a cold sweat.

"Great! What's this called?! Fate! Haha~~~~~~" Grandpa put his hands on his hips, and he was so angry that he pushed out his slightly fat stomach, and his laughter shook the room.Qian Liangming looked at the sluggish Qian Jinhong on the bed with tears in his eyes. When an amputated patient regained his own legs one day, the joy must have made people stunned.

"Hurry up! Heping, get the jar of unopened shochu under my bed." Grandpa hurriedly grabbed his father by the collar and pushed the door out.

"What do you need me to do?! I'm going to fetch water, boiled water, or cold water? Do you need scissors?" Qian Liangming trembled with excitement, rubbing his hands vigorously, looking flustered with nowhere to go. .

"Don't worry! Don't worry! Drink medicinal wine, it's not about having a baby, why panic!" Grandpa Jian Yixuan grabbed Qian Liangming who didn't know what to do, and shouted at the grandpa and young father who were twisting together at the door. , "It is said that this fruit is hard to come by, where do you need a jar of wine, half a jar is enough!" Grandpa and young father nodded repeatedly, "Oh" and "Oh" in their mouths.

"Good boy, don't worry, tell grandpa, where did this fruit come from?" Grandpa Jian hugged my briefcase containing the fruit tightly in his arms. Slap back.Looking at Grandpa Jian's flattering smile and charming tone, I immediately felt my stomach churn.

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121. Spring Festival couplets...

After I stumbled and reported my experience on the way home concisely to Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian let out a long sigh of compassion, "After all, there are still many good people in this world, and what we can do is to carry forward this spirit and make people feel better. More people enjoy his gospel." After finishing speaking, he put the briefcase in his arms awe-inspiringly, and reset the password for the briefcase with some anxiety. This coherent action