"Grandpa, Yang, Yang Yunfan is a medical student. Hearing that you are not feeling well, he came here to help you."

Tan Weiwei knew that the old man had a very stubborn temper, so he did not dare to directly say that it was his mother who specifically asked Yang Yunfan to come to his home to help him see a doctor. Instead, he found an excuse. This way, it seemed that Yang Yunfan, a young man, was very enthusiastic and easily favored by the old man.

Sure enough, when Mr. Tan heard this, he smiled and said: "You are really a filial child. However, my problem is caused by the injury that year. I have been to many hospitals for examinations, but they can't tell the truth about my problem.

, not in the body, but in the heart."

Mr. Tan sighed slightly, not knowing what he thought of.

"Old man, it's up to you whether you're feeling well or not. You have to let me take a look. I'll give it my say. In this way, I'll take your pulse first. Wait a minute, do you listen to the symptoms I told you?" Yang Yun

Fan walked up to Mr. Tan, stretched out his hand and touched the old man's pulse.

Yang Yunfan transferred a spiritual energy into Mr. Tan's body and explored his physical condition.

Hongmeng Reiki has a good healing effect. After the Reiki entered Mr. Tan's body, he felt as if some vitality had been re-infused into his body.

He felt warm and comfortable in his chest, and his energy improved a lot. He looked at Yang Yunfan carefully.

Although Yang Yunfan looks relatively fair and has delicate skin, like a child who grew up in a big city, for some reason, Yang Yunfan purses his lips and looks very resolute, with a temperament that can only be found in professional soldiers.

Although Mr. Tan is old, his eyesight is still bright. He smiled and said: "Xiao Yang, have you ever been a soldier?"

"Yeah. That's right." Although Yang Yunfan has not served as a soldier in China, he has worked as a mercenary for a period of time, so he can be considered a soldier. Moreover, he is also a colonel in the Southern Hunan Military Region and a serving officer, so he can naturally be considered a soldier.

soldiers.

Mr. Tan smiled and said, "Have you been to southern Xinjiang?"

Yang Yunfan nodded and said: "Some time ago, I went to southern Xinjiang once. I also treated a senior."

Mr. Tan thought that Yang Yunfan had just graduated from medical school and had been to southern Xinjiang to visit relatives. If he knew that Yang Yunfan went to southern Xinjiang to treat the deputy commander of the southern Xinjiang army, he would probably jump up in surprise.

"Isn't Southern Xinjiang beautiful?" Mr. Tan seemed to be asking Yang Yunfan, but looking at the trace of memories in his eyes, he seemed to be talking to himself.

Yang Yunfan nodded, recalling the scenery he saw along the way in southern Xinjiang, and nodded: "It is very beautiful. There are famous mountains and rivers, lakes and forests. There are also many wonderful animals. It is simply a museum of nature. It is.

The mosquitoes are a little bit worse.”

Mr. Tan suddenly laughed: "Yes. The mosquitoes there are black and big, flying around the ears, buzzing, just like helicopters taking off. In summer, many people can't stand it. I remember one year,

A comrade and I spent the night outside in a tent, and after one night, his face was covered with mosquito swarms, as if there were beans buried in his face."

Remembering what happened when he was young, Mr. Tan was very happy at first.

Seeing this, Tan Weiwei also felt that it was very wise for her mother to bring Yang Yunfan over to see the old man.

However, suddenly, she found that the old man was secretly wiping his tears and said hurriedly: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Tan wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, shook his head and said: "It's okay. I just think of my old brothers. That year, during the counterattack against Vietnam, I took a company of brothers to the enemy's headquarters.

At that time, there were a total of one hundred and twenty lively brothers. When we came back, there were less than thirty, and all of them were injured. After so many years, I wonder what happened to those brothers?"

"Also, I don't know if anyone has found the bones of the brothers who died in the mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang. Now, I want to find a place to pay homage, but I can't find a place."

Mr. Tan took a deep breath, feeling quite sad.

Those soldiers who died in South Vietnam were deep into the enemy's territory and the war was very fierce at that time. There were not enough manpower to collect the bodies. In the southern Xinjiang area, there were many wild animals, the temperature was high, and things rotted quickly. It only took a few days.

, the remains of those soldiers could not be found. They were either taken away by wild animals, or they were rotten.

"Old man, loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan, so don't be too sad." Yang Yunfan said silently. He also respected the soldiers who sacrificed their lives back then from the bottom of his heart.

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains...

After murmuring this sentence repeatedly, Mr. Tan gradually calmed down and said to Yang Yunfan: "Today, I talked a little too much. It seems that as people get older, they really like to nag."

Mr. Tan does not seem to be a person who accepts old age. Now that he says he is old, it means that he feels that his time is running out.

At this time, Yang Yunfan withdrew his hand to feel the pulse and sighed softly. He had roughly diagnosed Tan Fuyuan's condition, which was indeed not optimistic:

Because Mr. Tan is not sick, but old. The oil is almost exhausted and the lamp is dry.

If the old man is sick, he may be able to cure it. But when a person gets old and all the organs in his body begin to decline and vitality begins to drain away from the body rapidly, medicine cannot cure it. This is a law of nature, and even gods can't help it.

rule.

Mr. Tan's current condition is due to the aging of his body organs and the decline of physical functions. In addition, he is often depressed, which causes his vitality to dissipate very quickly.

Medication can no longer restore him to health.

When Tan Weiwei saw Yang Yunfan shaking his head and sighing, his heart trembled. He pulled Yang Yunfan out and asked, "Doctor Yang, how is my grandpa? Is he seriously ill?"

Yang Yunfan shook his head and said: "The old man is not sick, but old."

You will die when you get old, and no one can escape it.

When Tan Weiwei heard this, his eyes turned red and he couldn't help but run back to the house to see his grandfather.

Mr. Tan seems to understand this, so he has always resisted doctors. Because he knows that he is not a disease, but that birth, old age, illness and death are a disaster that no one can avoid.

He patted Tan Weiwei's arm and said with a smile: "Xiaowei, grandpa knows your situation, so you don't have to worry too much. Grandpa is very satisfied to see you grow up to be as big as you are now."

"Grandpa, I don't want you to die..." Tan Weiwei was already sobbing. This is the grandfather who loves her the most. How can she bear to see him die of old age like this?

"Oh, I'm still too soft-hearted. I hate seeing girls cry the most." Yang Yunfan shook his head and sighed, walked into the room, took the old man's arm, extracted a trace of the golden merit power of the Hongmeng spiritual seed from the dantian, and slowly
Chapter completed!