When Zhao Zijian came to Xie's house again, he opened the small door on the big iron gate and pushed the car in. When he looked up, he realized something was wrong.

A middle-aged woman stood up from the ground immediately and looked towards the door.

Zhao Zijian thought for the first time that he had gone to the wrong door, and subconsciously wanted to go out quickly, but when their eyes met, he knew that he had gone to the right door.

This woman looked to be about fifty years old and was wearing a dark green and almost black half-length down jacket, but the fat down jacket didn't look bloated at all when she wore it.

She was holding a molting chicken in her hand. Her body was a little dirty and her hair was a little messy. In the almost dusk sunlight, she could see clearly that the hair was already mottled white, and there were already many tiny spots on her face.

But the stacked wrinkles make people feel her haggardness immediately, and they think she must be a little overworked.

And the most important thing is that although she looks a little haggard, her facial features, especially her eyes, are almost exactly the same as Xie Yuqing's. She must have been a great beauty when she was young.

Seeing Zhao Zijian pushing the car directly through the door, she was stunned for a moment after standing up, and then greeted her enthusiastically, with a smile on her face, "Are you Xiaojian?"

Zhao Zijian called out, "Hello, aunt! It's me."

So her smile became more enthusiastic and she quickly greeted, "Xiaoqing, Xiaojian is here! Come out quickly!"

Zhao Zijian forked his bicycle and walked over.

At this time, Xie Yuqing had already walked out of the kitchen next to her. Her hands were wet, and there was a spinach leaf on the edge of her sleeve. She must have been chopping vegetables just now.

The first time she introduced Zhao Zijian, "This is my mother!"

Xie's mother looked a little tired, but her eyes were still as bright and clear as Xie Yuqing's. She smiled and said: "Xiaoqing called me yesterday and said that you had come home to perform acupuncture on our old Xie twice.

I even prescribed a new prescription, and Lao Xie said it was particularly effective. It’s really... Well, I never thought that our family would be able to survive from a desperate situation. Auntie, I really don’t know how to thank you!"

While she was talking, she caught a glimpse of the chicken in her hand and said, "The last two times you came here, I didn't even know that Xiaoqing, a silly girl, and your uncle Xie were all fools, so they didn't know how to keep it to eat.

A meal? It just so happens that I have a day off from work today, and auntie will cook for you! You come all the way here on a bicycle to treat us, how can you not even care about a meal? "

Zhao Zijian did not refuse, and said with a smile: "Thank you, auntie!"

Xie's mother's face became brighter after hearing this, and she directed Xie Yuqing, "Take Xiao Jian to sit down in the house first, drink a glass of water, go sweat, and don't rush to treat the disease!"

Xie Yuqing agreed and called to Zhao Zijian, "Let's go and sit in the room."

Zhao Zijian smiled and followed her into the house. He felt that he was in a place where no one in the house could hear him, nor could Mother Xie in the yard hear him. He said in a voice that was small enough for only two people to hear: "You should

I told Auntie earlier, look at how well I will be treated when Auntie comes back!"

Xie Yuqing glanced back at him, a little embarrassed and a little funny.

It's not that she doesn't understand the truth, but it's just that caring about many things makes her confused. In the past two days, she really didn't think about these things. Until she talked to her mother on the phone last night, she heard that she was going to take half a day off today.

, she finally came to her senses after meeting this high school student who was treating her father and giving him a meal.

But at this time, she also whispered: "If I had told my mother earlier, she would definitely not be as stupid as me. I let you fool me into believing your Didi medical treatment, and she really asked you to give my father a doctor."

Acupuncture!"

Zhao Zijian smiled, "That's right!"

Hearing what he said, Xie Yuqing felt even more embarrassed. She turned to look at him and whispered: "I will make up for the two meals I owe you later, okay? Please go out to eat."

Zhao Zijian winked at her and said, "Then go to that cafe to eat!"

Xie Yuqing reacted quickly and couldn't help but pat him gently on the shoulder, with a smile and anger on her face.

But at this time, no matter how much they deliberately slowed down or even stopped outside the door for a long time, they were already at the door. So Xie Yuqing stopped talking and pushed the door straight into the house.

Zhao Zijian then went in and said hello to Father Xie first. Father Xie's face didn't seem to have improved significantly, but his energy and spirit felt much stronger.

This of course means that the pain caused to him by the disease is lessening.

Xie Yuqing quickly took out the needle. Zhao Zijian was still the same as the previous two days, steadily controlling the rhythm of the needle. Even after a few injections, he was still the same as the previous two times, and soon there were fine beads of sweat on his face.

, showing his difficulty, but his hands are already extremely stable.

During this period, Xie Yuqing went out to get him hot water and put a towel on him twice. Mother Xie also came in twice while she was cooking. It was not until more than forty minutes later that the acupuncture was finally completed.

But this time, Zhao Zijian did not simply withdraw the needle and call it a day. When Xie Yuqing helped her father to take off his autumn clothes, before covering him with a quilt, he had already said: "Put on the coat first, then I have to feel for my pulse."

"

Three consecutive days is normally a course of treatment.

The patient is already terminally ill. Even if he wants to be cured, he must start slowly. At least he must check his pulse frequently to determine the patient's physical changes at each stage.

This time when he was diagnosing his pulse, both mother and daughter of the Xie family were watching.

After the pulses of both arms were checked, Zhao Zijian breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone in the Xie family was immediately happy.

After helping Xie's father lie down, Xie's mother couldn't wait to ask: "How is his pulse?"

Zhao Zijian first said to Xie Yuqing: "Give me the prescription later. I have to change a few medicines. In the next few days, I will just take the medicine and let my uncle take it easy. I can come over and give the injection again in a few days."

Then he turned to look at Xie's mother and said with a smile: "Auntie, don't worry, although I'm not sure I can cure my uncle soon, but at least now, I think his condition is under control. The next day may not be

For two days, we have to start slowly."

Mother Xie was overjoyed and nodded quickly, "That's it! The disease comes like a mountain, and the disease goes away like a thread! What's more, this is lung cancer! Xiao Jian, you are so amazing. Auntie doesn't even know how to thank you!

"

Zhao Zijian smiled and said: "Sister Yuqing is brave enough to ask me to treat her, so I will give it a try. There is no need to say thank you or not!"

Mother Xie smiled when she heard this, and then quickly said: "Then wash your hands and let's eat?"

If Zhao Zijian said this to a young person, maybe she would just listen to it. But a middle-aged man in his forties and approaching his fifties, who has been struggling in society for many years, has experienced countless pains during the treatment.

People who are disappointed, sad, helpless and have no way to ask for help obviously don't really feel the need to thank them.

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Last night, Lao Wang said that he wanted to change the chapter and push it. This was an advantage, so of course he had to agree. What’s more, I like all of Lao Wang’s books, and the same goes for this one, "Rebirth of the Wild Age". I still like it.

Some people are born with the talent of storytelling, which is really a gift from God. But other than that, Lao Wang pays special attention to the information in each book, and has his own unique interpretation of the times and characters. This is really

I admire him. He is making progress with basically every book, which is even more rare.
Chapter completed!