"Brother, it's you?"

Mr. Xing walked to the hospital bed excitedly and looked at Mr. Song with distressed eyes:

"Why are you so sick?"

Old Songtou smiled sadly: "Ahem, cough, cough... I'm waiting to die, cough, cough... it's good to see you before I die."

Because of his excitement, he coughed even more violently. Mr. Xing hurriedly stopped him:

"Stop talking, let me take your pulse. You saved me that year, and now is the time for me to repay you."

Everyone listened to the conversation between the two people and felt that there was a story between them, but no matter what? As long as Mr. Xing is willing to save people.

Old Songtou was still there saying:

"Cough cough cough...it can't be cured, so don't bother..."

Mr. Xing raised his hand to stop him from talking, and calmed down to feel his pulse.

People like Zuo Jingyan, along with other patients and family members in the ward, held their breaths, waiting for the results of Mr. Xing's pulse test.

Old Mr.

Face and eye white color.

After all this, everyone's minds started to wonder whether it was serious, and Mr. Xing was at his wits' end.

Perhaps because he recognized a godson, Old Song was no longer as cynical as before. He faced death calmly and said with a smile:

"Old Xing...I have become seriously ill...and I am terminally ill...there is no cure for me."

Old Xingtou was happy:

"If you want to die, you have to agree with me. Don't worry, I can cure you. You don't know the weight of you in my heart. I will never let you die."

Zuo Jingyan breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, if an old Chinese medicine doctor like this gave a guarantee, he would definitely be able to cure it.

No one wants to die if they can live. Old Songtou's dull eyes lit up because of Old Xingtou's words.

Mr. Xing asked someone to bring him paper and pen, and after thinking for a while, he wrote and prescribed a prescription. The patients in the ward looked at him excitedly as if they had seen the dawn of time. The patients' family members all came over, waiting for Mr. Xing to finish prescribing Lao Songtou.

He asked him to give him a prescription to treat his own patients.

Mr. Xing handed the prescribed prescription to Liang Chao. He just heard that he had made Lao Songtou his godson. The time for the test had come. He took the prescription and told him:

"Follow this recipe for seven days, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, once every morning and evening. Avoid spicy and greasy food to make the patient feel better."

Liang Chao nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll get the medicine right away."

After saying that, he ran out of the ward without any hesitation. He didn't mention the money at all.

"Brother, look, you have a good son."

Old Mr.

Old Songtou felt deeper and nodded with tears in his eyes:

"I didn't expect... cough cough cough... I recognized a son before I died, cough cough cough... I won't be a lonely ghost without an heir after I die."

Mr. Xing held Old Song’s head:

"You talk less, rest more, and be sure to relax."

The family members of the patients waited until they finished speaking and begged Mr. Xing to check their family members' pulse. Mr. Xing hesitated for a moment, but after seeing the pleading and expectant looks in the eyes of the family members and the patients, he still couldn't bear it.

When Xiao Zhuangzhuang saw Mr. Xing treating people, the child's eyes shone with light. He automatically walked to the old man's side, listened to him asking the patient, and watched his technique of taking the pulse, and he was fascinated by it.

When Mr. Zhang saw that Zhuang Zhuang loved learning so much, he comforted him and was so happy that he couldn't help but look at his granddaughter. It would be good to be a stepmother for such a good child. Zhang Xue blushed at the sight of his grandfather and lowered his head shyly.

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Zuo Jingyan said to Mr. Zhang:

"I'm going to buy a small medicine pot, and I'll cook it when my brother comes back from buying medicine."

Mr. Xing heard this and shouted:

“I want a casserole!”

Zuo Jingyan nodded in agreement.

After leaving the hospital, she went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a casserole for boiling medicine. After buying the casserole, she bought some canned peaches and canned oranges for Lao Songtou. She saw that honey was sold in a department store, so she bought another bottle of honey.

The lungs are good for Lao Songtou's disease.

In addition to honey, I also bought some trough cakes and oil tea noodles to eat when Lao Songtou was hungry.

She bought the things and returned to the hospital. She saw that Liang Chao had bought the medicine and was saying that he was short of honey.

Liang Chao gave the medicine to Mr. Xing: "There is no honey in the pharmacy. I will buy it later."

Zuo Jingyan answered: "I have already bought the honey."

She took out the honey, and Mr. Xing immediately opened the lid and smelled it, frowning in disgust:

"This is not good, it is not pure."

Now everyone is in a dilemma, where can I buy pure honey?

Mr. Xing put down the honey and said to Liang Chao:

"I'll think of a way. I'll give him this today, and I'll bring it over tomorrow."

Liang Chao nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back and make the medicine."

Zuo Jingyan stopped him: "Brother, let me go. It's not your job to make the medicine."

Boiling medicine requires patience. Liang Chao couldn't sit still. It was torture for him to stare at the medicine pot.

Liang Chao also knew his certainty, and was afraid of boiling the medicine, so he smiled and scratched his head:

"My sister still understands me."

When he saw a can, he immediately picked it up and said to Old Songtou:

"Old man, let me feed you some canned food first. If I'm sick, I can just drink the canned soup. You don't know, that guy burned me. A bottle of canned soup will directly bring down the fever..."

Blah blah blah, his mouth is never idle.

Lao Songtou looked at him, his eyes slowly softened, and the corners of his mouth actually raised.

Zuo Jingyan went back to boil the medicine. Because her home was close to a barber shop and a furniture store, the smell of the medicine would drift over, which was not good. Zuo Jingyan went to her grandfather's new house to boil the medicine.

Zuo Yuzhu was worried when he saw Zuo Jingyan cooking medicine: "Xiaoyan, you are sick."

"No, I'm helping others get through it."

Zuo Jingyan soaked the traditional Chinese medicine in water and boiled it for an hour to make it more effective. When she saw her grandfather holding his waist and walking out by himself, she asked with concern:

"Grandpa, does your waist still hurt?"

"I still don't dare to straighten my waist. It hurts when I take a few steps."

Zuo Yuzhu sighed. He didn't want to be a burden to others. He wanted to be strong and wanted to get better immediately.

Seeing her grandfather like this, Zuo Jingyan had no choice but to ask for help from Mr. Zhang.

While she was boiling the medicine, she baked pancakes and shredded potato soup for her grandfather. She baked a few more pancakes and took them to the hospital for Lao Songtou and Wenbin to eat.

Before going to the hospital, she went to a public telephone station and called Lu Yuanxin in Shenzhen, asking him to help find two craftsmen who could carve and make mahogany furniture.

Lao Song is so seriously ill that even if she is cured, she may not be able to work for a year and a half. Her furniture factory cannot wait and must find someone to start working immediately.

She saved Lao Song not because she wanted to use him, but because she felt pity for him. Since she encountered him, she couldn't just ignore him. Her rebirth was a blessing from God, so she wanted to do something good in return.

When she rushed to the hospital with medicine and food, she found that Mr. Xing had not left and was still in the hospital with Mr. Song.
Chapter completed!