After winning the 1 million lottery, I have to fight even more

Dr. Jiang put three fingers on Wang Wei's wrist, and his brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a mosquito to death.He looked at Wang Wei reproachfully for a while, and said, "How can you spoil your body like this at such a young age!"

Hearing this, the expression on Yang Di's face was more anxious than Wang Wei's, and he couldn't help but ask first, "Mr. Jiang, is Wang Wei's situation serious?"

"Deficiency of both qi and blood, blood stasis and stagnation of qi, what do you think?" Dr. Jiang said angrily.Turning to Wang Wei again, he said: "A young man of your age should be at the time when his blood is full, even if he has a tumor and just had an operation, shouldn't he be so weak? Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, According to the current deficit of your body, it should be caused by long-term malnutrition when you were young, right?"

Doctor Jiang really didn't understand, since Wang Wei could find him, he must be from a good family, how could he be so malnourished?Wang Wei's situation was very common 30 years ago, but in today's society, even if the family conditions are not good, it is not enough to have enough to eat!

When Wang Wei heard this, his body trembled as if someone poked a sore foot in the center. He withdrew his wrist uncomfortably, and said lightly: "My family was not very good when I was young."

Wang Wei finished high school on the basis of manuscript fees, but all freelancers know that while freelance working hours are free, the income is also more "free".What's more, before high school, when Wang Wei's writing ability was immature, it was common for him to have no remuneration for a month or two.

Wang Wei's junior high school is a boarding school, and the family has no savings. In order not to increase the pressure on grandma, Wang Wei spent three years living on only 100 yuan a month.During the most difficult period, he once relied on the free gruel in the school cafeteria and the pickles brought at home.Once the math teacher was late after class at noon. When Wang Wei arrived at the restaurant, there was no grain of rice in the vat of porridge in the restaurant, and only rice soup was left.

Hungry, Wang Wei drools for a long time watching other students eat the leftover half of braised fish, but in the end he doesn't put down his chopsticks to eat other people's leftovers.In order not to face temptation anymore, Wang Wei resolutely left the restaurant with an enamel jar of milky white rice soup.Master Xu Beihong once said that people should not have arrogance, but they should not be without arrogance.He can use his tongue at this time, but then what?He, Wang Wei, is poor, but he must not bend his back because of poverty.

Hearing this, Yang Di suddenly turned to look at Wang Wei.His understanding of Wang Wei started when Qian Lei brought Wang Wei to Aphie for styling.Qian Lei said that Wang Wei was not short of money, so he subconsciously felt that Wang Wei must be the second ancestor Qian Lei knew somewhere.Recalling the details when we first met, the pure cotton T-shirts without printing are 10 yuan a street stall instead of a simple but not simple design of a big brand; cropped jeans with holes are obviously not fashion, but Wearing small and torn... In vain he was so proud of his vicious eyes that he didn't even pay much attention to these details!If he had thought about it even a little bit at the beginning, he would not have been so ignorant of Wang Wei's past.

Not prying into other people's privacy is the educational philosophy that Yang Di has received since childhood.Yang Di has always regarded this as a virtue, but at this moment, he regrets not knowing more about Wang Wei's past.Staring at Wang Wei's back, Yang Di's perfectly trimmed nails pierced deeply into his palm.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, old doctor Jiang knew that the young man in front of him might be someone with a story.Shaking his head and sighing softly, Dr. Jiang said: "This problem that came from a small deficit can't be repaired in a short time, it can only be fixed slowly. I will give you a warming prescription twice a day. In the nursing home, let the drug boy boil it for you, come over half an hour after breakfast and dinner to drink, and come over to measure your body data. Come to me in 7 days, and I will see if I need to adjust the prescription according to the situation. "

Having said that, Doctor Jiang typed out a series of prescriptions on the computer with one finger, recorded them in Wang Wei's electronic medical record, and sent them directly to the pharmacy.

"Thank you, doctor." Wang Wei thanked the doctor with a smile on his lips.

"It's my job to see a doctor, so I don't need to say thank you." Dr. Jiang took off the reading glasses on his face, and suddenly said to Wang Wei with some embarrassment: "Well, I have some private matters here and I want to ask Brother Xiaowei."

As soon as Wang Wei heard Mr. Jiang addressing him, he knew what was going on.In the next second, Dr. Jiang took out a copy of "Frontier" from the drawer.It was the first paperback edition, and the yellowed inner pages indicated that the owner of the book had read it more than once.

"I also need Brother Xiaowei to sign for me." Dr. Jiang said, pushing the book to Wang Wei's hand with both hands.

"Of course!" Wang Wei didn't expect that an old doctor like Dr. Jiang would like his book, so he took the book over with a little flattery, and opened the inside page, but was surprised to find that the inside page was full of notes and experience. The dense handwriting almost filled the blank space of the paper.Wang Wei carefully read the content of several pages, some of which were supplements and improvements to the content of several battles mentioned by Wang Wei, and more of them were the impression and inspiration of Wang Wei's writing content. match.

What a serious reader this is. Wang Wei never expected that in this impetuous age, someone would read a book so deeply.Thinking of this, Wang Wei signed his name on the title page very seriously, and wrote:

"Old Mr. Jiangling

Skillful hands and benevolent heart, kung fu is in the depths"

After signing, Wang Wei solemnly handed the book back to Dr. Jiang.For readers like Mr. Jiang, Wang Wei cherishes and cherishes them.

After receiving the book handed over by Wang Wei, Mr. Jiang stared at the beautiful font on the title page for a while, obviously liking it very much.It took a while to realize that Wang Wei and Yang Di were still there, so he coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment, and said to Wang Wei seriously: "Brother Xiao Wei, don't worry, although your sick old man dare not say that he is sure to be cured, but it is good for recuperation." I have gained some experience along the way. When the body is well established, it will be difficult for external evils to invade, and the disease will naturally be controlled. Mr. Wang is so young and so talented in writing. I also hope that in the next ten or twenty years, I will often Look at your work."

Yang Di seemed quite optimistic after listening to Mr. Jiang's words, and his heart, which had been anxious since learning of Wang Wei's condition, was also at ease.He turned his head to look at Wang Wei, but saw the same smile on his face.

After coming out of Dr. Jiang's consulting room, he went to the examination room to set up a file. After a series of physical monitoring, it was evening, and Yang Di thought of the invitation from his uncle and aunt.

"I'm going to visit my uncle and aunt in the evening, Xiao Wei, do you want to come with me?" Yang Di looked at Wang Wei and asked.

"I...don't go." Wang Wei's eyes drifted uncomfortably to a poplar tree not far away, as if its bare branches were very attractive to him.

After getting the expected answer, Yang Di didn't force it. After all, Qian Lei has always been a scar in Wang Wei's heart, an existence that cannot be touched.

"Okay, I'll take you back first." Yang Di said, with a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't realize.

"No need, just these two steps, I can walk back by myself." Wang Wei said, Yang Di's cautious attitude made him feel like a critically ill patient who couldn't take care of himself, and he didn't like this feeling.Since he was discharged from the hospital, Wang Wei has almost stubbornly done everything by himself, as if this can prove that he has recovered and has become a healthy StrongMan.

"Remember to call me if you have anything to do. There are calling bells in every room. If you feel unwell, you must call the doctor. I ordered a nutritious meal for you, and the people in the restaurant will deliver it to the door later. If you don't have an appetite, eat a little bit Son." Yang Di worriedly warned that Wang Wei was taking medicine for chemotherapy at this time, and his appetite was bad, so he couldn't eat anything.

Knowing that Yang Di also cared about him, Wang Wei didn't feel impatient.But he turned around in his heart and asked, "Brother Yang, aren't you coming back tonight?"

"Ah? Why? I'll just sit there and come back after dinner, up to 2 hours. Besides, I will come back to watch the Mao Award ceremony with you at [-] o'clock in the evening!" Yang Di was very surprised why Wang Wei Have this question.

"Yeah, just 2 hours!" Wang Wei emphasized with a heavier tone.

Yang Di suddenly realized that Wang Wei was joking with himself.Hearing that Wang Wei was in the mood to joke, Yang Di's anxiety about leaving Wang Wei for a short time eased a lot, so he said, "Okay, wait for me to come back."

Having said that, Yang Di still sent Wang Wei back to his residence in the nursing home, and then he was about to leave.Standing at the door and watching Yang Di go to the corner of the intersection, suddenly, a familiar figure whom he hadn't seen for a long time appeared at the edge of Wang Wei's field of vision.When the person in the distance saw Wang Wei, he ran towards Wang Wei with great strides.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and Wang Wei turned around subconsciously. He eagerly went to pick out the keys in his pocket, but the more anxious he became, the less he could control his hands.He held the key with trembling hands, but he couldn't match the keyhole no matter what.

His trembling hands were still holding the door lock that he couldn't open, but his body was already embraced by the man from behind forcefully and irresistibly.

"Xiaowei...Xiaowei, don't go!" Qian Lei tried his best not to strangle Wang Wei. His cheek was pressed against Wang Wei's neck. The 37-degree body temperature made him feel empty in his heart these days. Instantly filled. "Love and parting" and "I can't ask for it"... Buddhas say it is suffering, how can it feel good?

"Let go!" Wang Wei said cruel words, but his body was attached to the temperature of Qian Lei's body.The scorching body temperature in winter awakens Wang Wei's deeply buried memory beyond the control of human will.How did the sweet lingering night before that accident turn into the current situation where even though they meet each other, they hate each other?That's right, it's because the person behind him gave up on himself, but the reason why he made this choice makes people hate and can't hate.

After thinking this way, people's heart also hardened, slowly pulling the hands that were holding him away from his body, Wang Wei turned around, but the Qian Lei in front of him shook his hardened heart again .

The author has something to say:

There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness and death, parting from love, resentment and resentment, not being able to get what you want, and the five yins are flaming. Let me ask you a little question, who knows what the five yins are flaming?