Doctor Qin Wei

Yiyuan Town, a small town of 100 households, is surrounded by mountains and is more than [-] kilometers away from the nearest city.

There is a Xiaoping Village in Yiyuan Town, and there is a small clinic in Xiaoping Village. There is an old miracle doctor in the small clinic. Slowly, the old genius doctor is getting old, and the little grandson is growing up.

The little grandson grew up to be 13 years old.

One day, the old genius doctor was writing, and his grandson was watching. Suddenly, the eyes of the grandson turned red, and he was holding back tears. The old genius doctor saw it and asked.

"Xiao Wei, what's the matter, is it because Grandpa's handwriting is ugly? No matter how you look at it, you're going to cry." .

The little grandson raised his head and wiped away his tears, and the fat baby's face was flushed with emotion.

"The handwriting written by grandpa is very beautiful, and the handwriting written by grandpa is the most beautiful."

"I hope you are still crying. Come and tell grandpa why you are crying." The old miracle doctor put down the brush, sat on the rattan chair, pulled him to his side, and patted his little hand.

The grandson sucked his nostrils, then looked back at the handwriting on the table. He read it right. Grandpa's handwriting is a unique handwriting.

"Grandpa... woo woo woo" The little grandson threw himself into the arms of the old genius doctor, sobbing softly. When the little grandson cried, the old genius doctor was stunned, and then he also looked at the words on the table. Suddenly, he understood up.

"Xiao Wei, when you grow up, you can actually read the last words of grandpa. Grandpa didn't even see it. It seems that you have inherited grandpa's medical skills. When grandpa is gone, the small clinic will be handed over to you. Remember Don’t forget your original intention.” The old miracle doctor was very proud, his little grandson learned his medical skills, and he will die without regret.

Juebi, from the point of view of traditional Chinese medicine, means that the qi in the handwriting has been exhausted, and the person who writes will die in a short period of time. There is no cure and there is no cure. Eye sockets are red.

The old genius doctor stroked his head and comforted him, "Everyone is mortal. Guer is lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai. Grandpa has lived for so long and cured countless intractable diseases. It is not in vain. You are also 13 years old." , I am a little adult. When grandpa is not here, you have to take good care of the small clinic. It is the painstaking effort of grandpa's life. It can't be wasted. Grandpa also left some money for you. The password of the card is your birthday. When you wait , you can use it, and now the money grandpa puts at home is enough for you for several years." The old genius doctor handed over a bank card and a key to the grandson, and told him his last words.

"Grandpa." The little grandson broke down in tears, and tightly held the hand of the old genius doctor.

"Xiao Wei doesn't cry. The men in our Qin family don't cry. Grandpa is now enjoying the blessings. You didn't always like grandpa's set of soft needles. From now on, it will be yours. If you have a chance, Carry forward the acupuncture method developed by grandpa, cure more patients with intractable diseases, and do a little bit for the motherland." The old genius doctor stopped talking, and heaved a long sigh when he saw his grandson crying so sadly.

"Grandpa, I don't want to part with you either, but Grandpa's time has come. From now on, Grandpa will not be able to accompany you on your way." The old genius doctor said reluctantly, his eyes were red, and his body slowly lay on the ground. The chair swayed slightly.

Holding his grandfather's hand, the little grandson burst into tears, and the cry spread throughout the village.

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