I heard he was talking nonsense again! Qian Xiaoxiao glanced at him coldly and continued walking forward in silence.
Yu Zhujun quickly followed up and continued: "You understand, right? Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. You were seriously injured and survived, so what are you if you're not a bad person?"
Yu Zhujun grinned: "But no matter whether you are a good person or a bad person, there is no distinction between good and bad in the eyes of a doctor, so I saved you."
I don’t know who told him to be grateful to Xiao Xifu, because he had no intention of saving him, hum! Qian Xiaoxiao glared at Yu Zhujun, who was as shameless as an iron wall, but chose to remain silent and move forward.
"Anyway, since you were lucky enough to be saved by me, maybe God wants me to influence you properly before letting you lose your memory." Mr. Yu Zhu walked along the tree-lined path and muttered: "So from now on, you
You can do as many good deeds as you can. This is also to eliminate some karma for yourself, do you understand?"
He finished everything he said. Qian Xiaoxiao's face was expressionless and he didn't even bother to say a word.
Yu Zhujun knew that he was naturally cold and taciturn, and could not speak ten words a day. He glanced at him and saw the faint sound of the gurgling stream in front of him, which was the only sound around him.
Yu Zhujun pursed his lips slightly. He was used to living alone with no one to talk to. He was also used to talking alone. He could even talk to chickens, ducks, and pigs. Finally, he met someone who could respond.
But he is a dull gourd!
Could it be that the two of them were naturally at odds with each other? No, then how could he be saved by him? What was God thinking?
Yu Zhujun slowly moved his gaze to his face with a puzzled look on his face, and suddenly let out a long sigh.
Hearing the sound, Qian Xiaoxiao remained indifferent and walked side by side with him quietly.
"Can you talk to me? Otherwise I will think you have not only lost your memory, but also lost your speech."
Qian Xiaoxiao just glanced at him but didn't speak.
Yu Zhujun was so angry that he almost wanted to curse, but he was too well-educated and gritted his teeth, so he changed the topic and suddenly said: "The weather is very good today."
Is the weather good? Qian Xiaoxiao then looked up at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky. It was indeed a sunny and good weather.
He really looked up! The corners of Yu Zhujun's mouth twitched, and he was helpless and speechless.
Finally, in silence, the two of them came to a farmland. As far as they could see, there was only a small wooden house in front of them. At this moment, walking out of the wooden house was an unfamiliar old man.
Yu Zhujun immediately introduced the two of them to each other. When the old man heard that Qian Xiaoxiao was a distant relative of Yu Zhujun, he held his hand and said gratefully: "Thank you, little doctor. Whenever you have time, you help us grow vegetables, pull vegetables, and even help us."
We carried fresh vegetables to the city to sell. You don’t know how inconvenient it is for us old and young people to go to the city. He also bought some daily necessities for us..."
Qian Xiaoxiao seriously doubted that Yu Zhujun brought him here to listen to others praise his "great achievements". The old man praised him for almost half a stick of incense before Yu Zhujun told him that he would keep Qian Xiaoxiao here to help the elderly.
.
"Dad He, Xiaoxiao is almost in good health. It won't hurt to do some rough work, but you'd better not stay in the sun for too long." Yu Zhujun looked at the half-turned soil in the farmland and said, "Just
Let him help with this. Can you handle a hoe? Qian Xiaoxiao."
Seeing Qian Xiaoxiao's expressionless face, Yu Zhujun directly picked up the hoe and shoveled the soil, his movements were quite skillful. After finishing the demonstration, he looked at Qian Xiaoxiao and said, "Have you seen the demonstration? Follow the same example, let's get started.
." Then he handed the hoe to him with a smile.
Qian Xiaoxiao put on a handsome face, picked up the hoe and began to dig up the soil.
Yu Zhujun looked at it carefully for a while, and then chatted with Dad He with confidence. He asked with concern: "Dad, he doesn't look good?"
Father He smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't been sleeping well lately."
"Let me feel your pulse." Under the bright sun, standing in the hot field, he took the old farmer's lean right hand and checked for his pulse.
"Later, I will bring medicinal materials to you." Yu Zhujun said.
Father He blushed, and after a moment he said: "But, but I have no money..."
"I went to the mountains to collect all those medicinal materials. They are just herbs, and I don't need to pay for them."
"I still feel bad. You have to collect it for three or five days every time you go back." The old man was thin-skinned and felt uneasy.
Yu Zhujun suddenly blinked, sniffed, and showed a naughty smile: "I smell it. Did He make porridge? Just use the porridge to offset it, okay?" After saying that, he also showed a good look.
Craving for food.
Is he swallowing his saliva? How could a man make such an expression? Qian Xiaoxiao stared at him, really unable to stand it.
However, when Father He heard this, he immediately asked for money and Xiaoxiao followed him into the house. He then scooped two bowls of porridge from the pot on the table and gave them to them with a smile.
He didn't do anything. Looking at the porridge with rotten vegetable leaves in the bowl, Qian Xiaoxiao lost his appetite, but Yu Zhujun, who was sitting opposite him, ate it with gusto.
Dad He looked at it with a smile on his face, and Yu Zhujun finally swallowed the bowl that Qian Xiaoxiao didn't want to eat.
"I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted, but I still want to eat it." He hugged his belly and laughed.
If he remembered correctly, Yu Zhujun had already drank two large bowls of porridge before they came out. He usually eats less than himself, so why did he suddenly become a starved ghost and be reincarnated? Besides, the porridge was not something that would make people salivate at all.
of delicacies.
Qian Xiaoxiao frowned and couldn't bear it and went out to shovel the soil. Unexpectedly, he saw a pile of familiar vegetable leaves piled in the soil.
At this time, Father He also walked up to him and said warmly: "When you shovel the soil, remove all the unwanted vegetable leaves."
"You don't want the leaves? Can't you eat these?" He asked this because Mr. Yu Zhu has been eating this kind of vegetables recently, and he only eats the stems.
"It is edible, but it is bitter and astringent and no one wants to eat it. However, the stems are very tonic and can nourish the body and improve qi stagnation. It is good to eat more."
Qian Xiaoxiao was stunned and blurted out: "Is the little doctor very poor?"
Father He didn't quite understand this nonsense, but when it came to the little doctor's poverty, he did know a thing or two about it. He said casually: "He is poor, extremely poor. It's not that he doesn't make money. After all, he is a doctor.
The salary is quite large, and many people come to see him for medical treatment. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a celebrity in the medical clinic." He sighed, and continued: "But he is too soft-hearted, and he often helps some poor families pay for medicinal materials.
Doctor Ouyang deducted fees here and there, so he only got a little money."
Father He continued to talk, after Yu Zhujun finished working at the medical clinic, a neighbor came home to see him. He did not charge any money, so most of his food was given by neighbors, but everyone was poor.
How can I give you something good?
After hearing so much, Qian Xiaoxiao only thought that no one was eating the leaves... How could Mr. Yu Zhu be so kind to him?
He suddenly remembered that Yu Zhujun actually ate two legs of that chicken, but the leg meat was only the part connected to the chicken feet, and the rest of the large leg meat went into his stomach.
Suddenly, he had an epiphany. He moved his eyes inside the room to look at Yu Zhujun who was clearing away the dishes, and then looked at Father He who was walking towards him with a smile, his face thoughtful.
Mr. Yu Zhu treats everyone well and tries his best to make others accept his kindness without any humility or shyness. Everything is very natural, as if both parties benefit from each other, but in fact he is the one who suffers the most.
But is this right? If it were him, he would definitely not do these "boring" things.
Therefore, he is even more sure that Yu Zhujun is a fool, a big fool who only treats others well!
Mr. Yu Zhu is indeed a big fool who can’t take care of himself!
On this day, he sat in the hospital for most of the day. After noon, he went to the back hall to eat some food and began to feel uncomfortable. As soon as he got up from the chair with a pale face, he caught a glimpse of Ouyang Jinlei in the clinic in front.
Heading here.
Too bad, he will definitely be scolded again! Mr. Yu Zhu smiled bitterly.
Ouyang Jinlei was sixty years old and the owner of this medical clinic. He was also a doctor. He was square, round and chubby. As soon as he walked into the hall at the back of the medical clinic, he saw Yu Zhujun's handsome face.
He was unusually pale, and he didn't even bother to check his pulse before shouting: "I've had my old problem again, go, go, go home and rest!"
"Uncle Ouyang, it's just an old problem that won't kill anyone." He endured the pain and joked.
Ouyang Jinlei gritted his teeth, pointed at his nose and yelled: "I really can't stand it. You are already twenty years old. Do I want you to marry a wife and take care of me? I want you to be my adopted son and live here. Don't live here every day."
You don’t want to go back to that shabby house.”
Ouyang Jinlei has a loud voice. The first few doctors who were busy treating patients also heard this shout. They all looked at each other and smiled. Their ears almost grew calluses when they heard this. If one day Ouyang Jinlei
If I don't scold Mr. Yu Zhu, it will be like red rain falling and iron trees blooming.
Yu Zhujun knew that Ouyang Jinlei really cared about him, so he comforted him: "Okay, okay, when the sun rises over the mountains one day, I will be your adopted son." He smiled and emphasized the two words, but the next sentence
The discomfort in his abdomen was getting worse and worse, which made him smile. He pretended to be calm and said, "Okay, I'll go home and rest."