Looking at this old man who was nearly ninety years old, through the old man's still clear eyes, Li Chu seemed to see the high-spirited director of the political department back then.
He seemed to have returned to that era of fighting and fighting.
"Xiao Chu"
The old man's call woke up Li Chu who was deep in thought.
"If Quanyou is still here, I think he would be 90 this year, right?"
"Uncle, you have a very good memory. My father is four years older than you. If he were still alive, he would be ninety years old."
"I can't remember many things." The old man waved his hand and continued: "I can remember Quan You because it was me and the man who built the national flag for him and Comrade Chen Ya with our own hands and read the eulogy.
.I remember you are not here yet, right?"
"You remember correctly, I was studying with my master, and happened to go out to practice medicine at that time. By the time I returned to Sijiu City, it was already half a month later."
"You are so outstanding now, and you have raised your two children to be equally outstanding. This is enough to comfort their souls in heaven."
At this point, the old man seemed to realize something, and he accused him again and again: "Hey, Xiao Chu, look at it, look at it, I'm really, why are you talking about this? I won't mention this anymore."
People may be like this when they get old, and they like to reminisce about the past when they have nothing to do.
"It's okay, uncle, my parents sacrificed their lives for the country, and they deserved their death."
The old man raised his hand and patted Li Chu's arm.
"Lao Mu is hospitalized at your place, right? How is his health?"
The old man's speed in changing the subject caught him off guard.
After turning around in my mind, I finally realized who this old man was.
"Uh...Uncle, Mr. Mu is in charge of one department. I don't know the specific situation. But I vaguely heard that he seems to be preparing for surgery."
After hearing Li Chu's words, the old man looked a little incredulous.
"Can his body bear it?"
"this……"
Seeing Li Chu's slightly embarrassed expression, the old man suddenly reacted.
"Nonsense!"
With a "pop" sound, the old man slapped the small table in front of him hard.
The two teacups on the table were knocked to the ground.
And this sound also attracted everyone's attention, and even the guards in the security room at the door ran out.
Upon seeing this, Li Chu waved to Secretary Zhang and told him to clean up the tea cups on the floor and the water stains on the table.
"Uncle, what are you doing? Why are you so angry?"
"You brat, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"
"Uh..." Looking at the old man's gloomy face, Li Chu swallowed the words as he spoke.
"Hmph, when did that happen? I guess Lao Mu and Lao Shen have long since ignored it. It must have been the staff around him or his children who did it."
After hearing what the old man said, a strange look flashed in Li Chu's eyes, but he still said nothing.
"Xiao Chu, are you sure about Lao Mu's illness?" the old man suddenly asked.
This question made Li Chu a little bit dumbfounded.
"Uncle, I don't even know what kind of disease Mu Lao is suffering from, so how can I dare to say anything confident or insecure about it?"
When Uncle Wu heard this, he thought about it for a while and then said: "Okay, you wait here, I'll make a call."
"Uncle, don't be busy!" Li Chu quickly grabbed the old man who had already stood up.
"Are you planning to call the chief?"
"I must call him!"
"Have you forgotten? We are negotiating today. Even if the leader is not present, he is paying close attention to it. How can you think of anything else? You should call us tomorrow or wait until the evening."
That's right, it's better not to cause trouble for him first.
The old man sat down again calmly.
Li Chu knew that since Uncle Wu remembered this, it seemed that it was a sure thing to go to Mu Lao for medical treatment.
However, if he remembered correctly, this surgery should have been performed by the person from Yangcheng, right? It was the person who later won the medal.
The operation seemed successful at the time, but Mu Lao still passed away two years later.
Already terminally ill?
"What are you thinking about, Xiao Chu?"
Seeing him dumbfounded, the old man couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I wonder what kind of disease Mu Lao has."
"I do know a little bit about this. They said that Lao Mu often trembles involuntarily, and it seems to have caused some complications. It should be caused by his lungs."
It's no wonder, the person in Yangcheng is an expert in respiratory medicine.
Still trembling?
"Uncle, is this what you mean by trembling?" As he spoke, Li Chu made a movement.
"Yes, yes, that's pretty much it. When I saw him a few years ago, he was like this. He couldn't stop shaking even when he was eating."
"Parkinson?"
Li Chu blurted out involuntarily.
"What what?"
"Oh, I mean, if that's the case, then Mu Lao should have Parkinson's disease."
"Why is this name so strange?"
"The name was changed later, after the doctor who discovered it. The original name should have been shaking paralysis.
Of course, this is what Western medicine calls it, and we Chinese doctors don’t have this disease.”
"How do you know so much about Western medicine?"
"Uncle, I also study Western medicine, okay? Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade!" Li Chu rolled his eyes angrily. Why is it that everyone who knows that he reads Western medicine books has this reaction.
He couldn't figure out what was so strange about this.
"Are you sure you know what the disease is?"
"No." Li Chu shook his head firmly: "According to Western medicine, this disease cannot be cured at all and can only be alleviated by taking medicine or surgery.
But we Chinese doctors don’t have this disease at all, so without seeing the patient, I’m not sure at all.”
Western medicine would not be able to understand this disease in another thirty years, let alone now.
To have surgery for this disease is simply to leave it to fate.
"You are sincere!"
"I can't fool you just to make you happy, right?"
"Xiao Chu, I'm a little curious, does Lao Wang often want to hit you?"
!!!
"Uncle Wang wouldn't want to hit me!"
"Humph, I'm so angry when I talk to you. If you were his son, I guess he would have whipped you with a belt."
The old man said angrily.
After he finished speaking, he leaned on the back of the recliner and turned his head to the other side, like a child.
Yes, Li Chu doesn't know if Uncle Wang wants to whip him.
But it was obvious that the old man wanted to whip him now.
Suppressing his smile, Li Chu said: "Since you don't want to pay attention to me, then I will start to perform my duties. Come on, uncle, you put your hand on the handle of the chair and I will take your pulse."