Dongjiang Province, the capital of Tianzhou City.

An old alley from the 1980s in the suburbs.

Chen Daohui, director of the Provincial Health Department, stepped on the path paved with bluestones, walked into the alley and asked the secretary: "Doctor Song has been living here?"

The secretary replied: "That's right, Mr. Song was transferred to the farm here for the ten years of turmoil. Although he was rehabilitated, he insisted on staying here and refused to return to the central expert medical team. Later, many leaders from the province and city had visited Mr. Song, but were all driven away. He said that he would never treat the officials in his life. Until now, no one dared to come to his house."

"Oh, it's normal for me to feel a little resentful after suffering such a great grievance back then." Chen Daohui shook his head and said.

The secretary hesitated and said, "Director, since Mr. Song is so stubborn, why don't you come to the door and find it unhappy?"

"My father and Mr. Song knew each other when they were young. Before I came to Dongjiang Province to take office, he told me to come and visit old friends if I had the opportunity. I always have to fulfill my obligations." Chen Daohui sighed: "Besides, there is a shortage of traditional Chinese medicine in China nowadays. If Mr. Song can come out of the mountain to lead the students, it is also a good thing."

"Song has a student who seems to be his grandson."

"I heard that Mr. Song had no children and no children all his life, so where did he get his grandson?"

The secretary hesitated: "It is said that he adopted it, and it is not very clear about the specificity."

As they said that, the two of them had already walked to the depths of the alley.

In a room with a larger storefront, seven or eight small stoves were placed with medicine. In the casserole on the stove, there was a gurgling sound, filled with a faint smell of herbs. A long table next to it was sitting a woman spreading her hands on the table and evaporated the young man sitting behind the table.

"It should be this young man, but I haven't seen Mr. Song." The secretary muttered.

"Look first and then talk about it."

Chen Daohui slowly walked into the house, approached the table without any emotion, and looked at the young man who was closing his eyes to take his pulse for a woman.

This young man looks like he is just in his early twenties, with a refreshing and simple appearance, and a sunny and handsome appearance.

"Xiao Che, if you can't do it, let your grandpa come out and see it, don't show off." The woman said uneasy.

"Grandpa drank too much last night and hasn't sobered up yet, but don't worry, aunt, I can see any of my grandpa's illnesses."

Song Che opened his clear and bright eyes, pulled his hand back and said with a smile.

The woman asked, "Then you took your pulse for a long time and saw something?"

When a doctor sees a doctor, he will first ask the patient about his recent physiological conditions such as appetite excretion, and then make a judgment based on this.

However, Song Che did not play according to the common sense and said straight: "You either blew the wind or got cold a few days ago, and then you started to get hot all over and your body temperature rose, but you couldn't sweat much. The most serious thing is that you felt like your headache was cracked, your nose was sticky and thick, and you felt worse than death when you were eating, because every time you swallowed a mouthful of rice, your throat felt so painful, and your mouth was dry and thirsty. If I wasn't wrong, you started coughing slightly from last night, auntie! Are you right?"

The woman was stunned for a long time and said in a hurry: "Xiao Che, you are so right! What are you really saying... You are beyond your own aspirations!"

Then, the woman said anxiously: "Xiao Che, what's wrong with me? I took a Baidu look and said it might be pneumonia and lung cancer..."

Song Che smiled and said two words: "Come on a cold!"

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The woman was ashamed for a while and finally took out ten yuan in medical expenses to leave.

"Aunt, I'm sorry, my grandfather said a few days ago that the medical fee has increased to 50 yuan." Song Che reminded.

"Why has it increased? After so many years, Mr. Song's medical expenses have been collected ten yuan." The woman was a little unhappy.

"I can't do anything about it, my grandfather told me a few days ago that a constipated plumber now costs 50 yuan to pass the toilet to the city people once. My grandfather thought that it costs 50 yuan to pass the toilet to the toilet. The price of his large intestine can't be lower than that of the toilet, so he increased the medical fee."

Song Che sighed, making the woman feel ashamed again.

"Forget it, I've been an old neighbor for more than ten years, so I'll still pay it at the original price this time, so I won't be the case." Song Che said generously.

Chen Daohui also saw the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. For the first time in his life, he saw someone hooking a doctor to open a toilet.

However, seeing Song Che's medical skills, Chen Daohui became a little curious. After the woman left, he said, "Young man, can you show me too?"

Song Che raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Daohui, shook his head and said, "You don't need to see."

"Did you see that my health is fine?" Chen Daohui said in surprise.

Song Che shook his head again, raised his hand and pointed to the couplet on the wall behind. The vigorous and powerful regular characters were written on the left and right sides: Showing the blessing of heaven, why do you need medicine and stone to prolong your life? The blessings of the ministers and the ministers should not say that they are not healthy.

However, when Chen Daohui looked up again and saw the horizontal banner of the couplet, the corners of his mouth twitched violently again.

I saw four big words with neat work and neat work on it - Dog Officials without a doctor!

Thanks to Chen Daohui's great aura, he had known that Mr. Song had been disgusted with the officials, so he tried to calm down and hesitated: "How did you see that I am an official?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching, and you have an official spirit on your body, I can see that." Song Che replied: "You should leave quickly. Grandpa must know that an official comes to your door and you will definitely lose your temper."

Chen Daohui secretly amazes Song Che's medical skills and still says unwillingly: "My father and your grandfather are old friends. I'm here to visit me specifically. I hope you can go in and inform me."

Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, Song Che thought about it and said, "Okay, leave your father's name and I will mention it to my grandfather later, but he is drunk and still not awake. Why don't you come and have a look again in the afternoon."

The secretary couldn't bear to listen. It was difficult for ordinary people to visit Chen Daohui.

But now, Chen Daohui made a special trip to visit a rural doctor, but he was turned away so much.

Just as the secretary was about to get angry, Chen Dao would wave his hand to him in time and signal to be calm: "Okay, I'll come to visit you again another day."

Then, Chen Daohui said his father's name and turned around and went out.

After taking a few steps, the secretary said, "Director, this is too unreasonable."

"This kid, like his grandfather, is quite interesting."

Chen Daohui smiled and then reminded: "Go and check the resume of this young man immediately. Maybe I will lose it this time and get it."

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After the person left, Song Che closed the door and returned to the yard behind the house. He said to the old man who was sleeping on the lounge chair holding a wine gourd, "Grandpa, another dog official came to the door just now, and he said that his father and you are old friends."

The old man didn't open his eyes, but just spit out alcohol and muttered, "I'm hungry, hurry up and cook."

Seeing this, Song Che didn't say anything more. He walked to the kitchen counter in the corner of the yard, picked out a crucian carp from the water tank, threw it on the cutting board, and picked up the kitchen knife.

At this time, Old Song said from behind: "I heard that Old Ling recommended you to work in the hospital in Yunzhou?"

Lao Ling is Professor Ling, the supervisor of Song Che's doctoral degree in traditional Chinese medicine at Dongjiang University, and is a well-known expert in traditional Chinese medicine in Dongjiang Province.

But this mentor is only nominal.

In medicine, Song Che was completely a master of his grandfather. Even Professor Ling said in person that he was only worthy of Mr. Song as an assistant.

Recently, Song Che had just graduated from a doctorate, so Professor Ling recommended Song Che to an internship in the hospital in Yunzhou, which happened to be short of talents in traditional Chinese medicine.

"Well, but I don't want to go." Song Che said without looking back.

"You have learned everything, it's time to go out and practice."

"I'm leaving. No one knows when you drown in the wine jar."

"Boy, who is the grandson who curses his grandfather like this!"

Mr. Song cursed, but his eyes showed a little warmth. He was silent for a moment and said, "Go, I just happened to go to Yunzhou to verify my life experience. Don't you want to find your biological parents?"

"I think of it, of course I think of it."

Song Che said, as he raised his sword and removed the fish scales. His technique was so neat and exquisite that he was comparable to a carving master.

"If one day I really find them, I will give them a thoracic surgery to see how their hearts look."

When she said this, Song Che's face was particularly calm, and she held a kitchen knife in her hand and removed the fish from a large piece.

Shortly after he was born, he was abandoned outside the alley and was picked up by Mr. Song and raised him home.

According to Mr. Song, he wore a bracelet on his hand at that time, which stated the date of birth and was given birth at Yunzhou People's Hospital.

Therefore, no matter what difficulties did the biological parents abandon him back then, Song Che's resentment is understandable.

"Then you should untie this knot."

When Mr. Song heard this, he laughed. He raised the gourd and took a sip of rice wine, burped, and said, "Besides, you can't stay in this small alley all the time. Remember, if you don't want to be a fish on the chopping board, you have to swim hard into the sea so that you can dominate your own destiny."

"Grandpa, eat fish today, don't pour me chicken soup." Song Che said.

"Okay, grandpa won't get any more in the future."

Mr. Song looked at his grandson's back, and his drunken face showed love, pride, and a trace of indescribable reluctance.

The old man, who was in twilight, drank another sip of wine, looked up at the sky above the yard, and murmured softly, "Tomorrow will be bright again, how many tomorrows are there? There is a saying that there are flowers that can be broken and you must be broken. Don't wait for the flowers to break branches without flowers. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, don't leave the grave tomorrow..."

After saying this, Mr. Song slowly closed his eyes again, and there was no more sound.

Song Che thought his grandfather was asleep again, but after a while, he suddenly noticed something. He turned around and suddenly found that the old man had lost his breath and his face was gone!

"Bang!"

The kitchen knife fell to the ground.

Song Che also knelt on the ground.

...

A week later, Song Che finished burial for his grandfather and found a suicide note while sorting out the relics.
Chapter completed!