This doctor is not short of money

Lou Guozhang suddenly said this, causing Cao Yuanqing and Lao You to be stunned.

But only Du Heng himself, after Lou Guozhang finished speaking, all the muscles in his body quietly tensed up.And he himself also realized that whether it was out of his own heart or because of the influence of the nightmare in the morning, his attitude towards Lou Guozhang changed significantly along the way.

But he is no longer a rough young man. After realizing that there was something wrong with his mentality, he quickly made adjustments.

"Why did Dr. Lou ask that?" Du Heng looked at Lou Guozhang with surprised eyes, and his tone was full of confusion.

Lou Guozhang looked at Du Heng calmly, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Although we rode bikes most of the time along the way, I felt like Professor Du was deliberately staying away from me every time we took a break. I.

Is it because of things at home? . . "

"Old Lou!" Cao Yuanqing scolded softly next to him, directly interrupting Lou Guozhang's last words, "Stop thinking nonsense, I think you have something in your heart that you can't think about.

Why would Professor Du have a problem with you? Yesterday, Professor Du said that if someone wrongly accuses you, he will contact someone higher up to help you come forward.

How could you say that about Professor Du? Please apologize. "

Lou Guozhang looked at Du Heng in silence, and Du Heng also looked at Lou Guozhang with puzzled eyes, without even the slightest dodge in their eyes.

Two seconds later, Lou Guozhang suddenly smiled, but his smile looked a little bitter, "I'm sorry, Professor Du, Lao Cao is right. It's because I have a knot in my heart. I always feel that everyone looks at me with the same attitude." vision."

"It's okay. It happened so suddenly that normal people would find it difficult to accept it."

"Thank you Professor Du for your understanding, let's go in."

Lou Guozhang apologized, Du Heng accepted it, and any trace of disharmony was quietly eliminated.

What was said to be a door in front of a few people was actually just a few wooden stakes. It had no blocking effect at all and only had a symbolic meaning.

This phenomenon has become very common along the way, and even more families do not even have such symbolic 'doors' or 'walls'.

This situation is very different from that in rural areas of Jinzhou.

In Jinzhou, or in the entire northwest, almost every rural family has a courtyard wall and a gate. Even if the wall is an earthen wall and the door is two thin broken boards, it is still necessary.

This difference in customs is really not that big. It gives Du Heng, a country bumpkin who grew up in the northwest, an extra level of experience.

Go through the 'door', turn right against the edge of the house, and you have entered the home.

Just as he turned the corner, a black shadow hit him head-on.

That is to say, Lou Guozhang, who was walking in front, had a good eye. He stopped and took a step back.

Just at this step, he dodged the flying black shadow, and then he heard a "pop" sound, and a pile of debris instantly scattered around the feet of Du Heng and others.

Only then did a few people see clearly that what had just flown over was a brown jar the size of a fist.

Is this because they are not welcome, or is it just a coincidence?

Several people looked in the direction where the jar flew from.

I saw a young man standing at the door ahead, leaning against the door frame. He was lean!

The hair is slightly long, khaki, and a bit too greasy, with strands almost sticking to the scalp.

The upper body is a tight-fitting half-sleeved T-shirt, the lower body is black cropped pants, um~~~ they are also tight, and on the feet are a pair of slippers.

Will-o'-the-wisp boy? !
At this time, the young man didn't even look at Du Heng and the others at the corner. He just raised his chin, his eyes full of stubbornness, provocation, and even unyielding look. He looked at the man sitting on a small chair in the middle of the yard with his legs crossed. An old man smoking a pot.

The old man was facing the door of the house, his face was calm and indifferent, he was smoking a cigarette slowly and leisurely, and his crossed legs were moving up-down-up-down rhythmically.

The conflict between indifference and passion!

The confrontation between youth and old age!

After a stalemate for more than ten seconds, the old man remained calm, but the young man leaning on the door remained stubborn, but his mood became irritable.

After holding on for a few more seconds, just when Du Heng and others could no longer hold back and wanted to speak, the young man was the first to be defeated. He snorted coldly and walked towards Du Heng and others, then lightly passed by.

Although the young man was the first to admit defeat, it could be seen from the rapid rise and fall of his chest that there was a fire burning in the young man's heart.

It's just that his body, which is too thin, doesn't seem to be able to convey his anger better.

Du Heng and others were very puzzled, but Lou Guozhang seemed to know what happened. As the young man passed by, he smiled at the young man.

But the angry boy ignored him.

Lou Guozhang was not embarrassed. After the young man passed by, he walked forward with a smile, and then started chatting with the old man sitting in the middle of the yard.

Du Heng couldn't understand what they were talking about, but looking at Lou Guozhang's finger pointing at him from time to time, Du Heng understood that they were probably talking about himself.

After talking for less than a minute, the old man gently tapped the cigarette pot in his hand on the sole of his shoe, then stood up and went to the house to get a few small benches.

"Teeth...oh, Professor Du, right? You look very young. How old are you?"

After a few people sat down on the small bench, the old man took out his tobacco bag again and began to add tobacco leaves to the pot. He inadvertently spoke Mandarin with a strong accent.

However, Du Heng understood.

"Master Li, I'm 33 this year. You can call me Xiao Du, or you can call me by my name. You can call me Professor. I'm a little embarrassed."

"Oh, 33, that's still young." The old man lit the cigarette pot with a lighter, took two puffs and said, "I heard from Guo Zhang that you are also a doctor, and your level is very high, so I'll call you Doctor Du. .”

Du Heng nodded respectfully, "It's okay, Master Li."

The old man smoked dry cigarettes, and the smell of smoke made these non-smokers a little unbearable, but the old man didn't care about them at all, and kept hesitating.

Fortunately for Du Heng, his eldest brother Du Ping had smoked before, and he had been exposed to it for a long time. Later, when he worked in the health center, when the villagers came to see the doctor, most of them were also smokers, so he was also trained.

But Lao You couldn't stand it anymore.

As a sophisticated civil servant in the capital, how could he have ever experienced such smoke and fire?
After holding on for less than a minute, he finally coughed and took two steps back.

The old man didn't care and continued to smoke.When Du Heng saw that the old man was silent, he wanted to take the initiative to bring up the topic, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the old man slowly spoke, "Guo Zhang has just told me the purpose of your coming, so don't worry, what do you want to ask?" Just ask, as long as I know something, I will definitely tell you.

But before that, I also have a question, that is, can you tell me in detail what kind of teacher you are? "

Oops, this is an old gentleman who is easy to communicate with, which is a bit different from what the information says.

Du Heng silently criticized the person who compiled the information.

But I was very happy in my heart. After all, it was a good thing to be able to communicate easily, so I immediately told the old man a complete explanation of what I had learned from him.

The old man's expression was still calm, but the twinkling eyes also revealed his inner fluctuations.

"Oh, this is a good thing, but the things that my old man is best at are all things that cannot be put on the table. This can also be taught to the disciples, and then let him directly take the exam... What is your qualification certificate?"

"Master Li who can take the exam, you don't have to doubt this. The documents will be issued to the medical authorities in various places immediately."

The old man stopped smoking. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Du Heng and asked, "The old man's son has learned from me since he was a child. He..."

As he spoke, the old man suddenly sighed and stopped, his expression full of sadness, "Forget it, you'd better ask."

Du Heng also sighed softly.

The old man's son was a hard-working person when he was young. In 03, he and his companions set up a clinic in the county. The two relied on their ancestral skills to make the clinic's business prosperous in a short period of time. fire.

According to the information, in 05, two young people bought a house in the county and drove a Daben.

But the good times didn't last long. The two were caught for illegally practicing medicine. They spent nearly five or six years in ink. Finally, they were sentenced, sent to jail, and imposed a huge fine. It can be said that they returned to before liberation overnight.

Similarly, the old man in the mountains did not escape. A few gangsters in the village reported him, saying that the old man did not have a license and was practicing medicine illegally.

But the old man was a little better, and because of the special situation in the village, he was released without much trouble.

As for what the old man hadn't finished saying just now, Du Heng guessed that he might be trying to find a way for his son, but when he thought that his son had already been in prison, the old man still didn't say anything.

Du Heng sighed silently, and then asked the old man, "Master Li, your crossbow needle technique is not something unpopular, it is a technique that has saved countless patients.

Um. . .I don’t know what you can say and what I can’t ask. Why don’t you, Mr. Li, explain it yourself. "

The old man didn't speak directly. After being silent for a while, he suddenly put out the cigarette pot in his hand. "I can't explain the old man's craftsmanship. Why don't you take a look first and then talk about it?"

Du Heng was stunned for a moment. He felt that the old man didn't believe him.

"Master Li still treats people now?"

"Look, why don't you look?" The old man's calm voice was very firm, "The old man is almost buried, can they still capture him and shoot him?"

It was difficult for Du Heng to answer this, and he couldn't answer it. He could only stand up silently and followed the old man.

Although the old man was easy to communicate with, he had no intention of entertaining Du Heng and others. He stood up and walked into the room by himself. Within a few seconds, he walked out with a small bag.

Lou Guozhang took the lead and shouted softly, "Everyone, come together, Master Li is going to treat someone."

Following the old man, he walked in circles from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and then entered a courtyard.

The old man said a few words to the people in the room, and then Lou Guozhang called Du Heng to go inside, "Let's go, Master Li has already agreed."

"The patient on the bed contracted a stroke three months ago. He went to the hospital for a month but didn't feel better. Besides, the family had no money, so he came back directly."

Entering the room, a middle-aged man in his forties slowly moved to the bed while holding on to the wall. Master Li was not in a hurry and just watched quietly from the side.

Lou Guozhang stood next to Du Heng and introduced him softly, "There are four people in their family. My daughter-in-law has gone to help someone else's family, and my two daughters are studying in the county, so now I am alone in the family."

Du Heng quickly glanced at the middle-aged man and then looked at the environment without saying a word, quietly waiting for Master Li's next move.

But Lao You asked curiously at this time, "Doctor Lou, what is this half-wind you are talking about?"

"It's just hemiplegia, which is what we call hemiplegia here." Then Lou Guozhang glanced at Du Heng gently, "By the way, Professor Du is also an expert in treating hemiplegia. You can have a good chat with Master Li later. chat.

Although Master Li can treat all kinds of diseases, the most powerful ones are those such as Banbianfeng, Shunjinfeng, and Lengroufeng. "

Lao You didn't understand what the following illnesses were, but based on the previous explanations, he estimated that they were probably strokes, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Just looking at the middle-aged man who had already sat on the bed and struggled to adjust his body, Lao You asked doubtfully, "Everyone is suffering from hemiplegia. Is it possible that no one in the family can do it?"

Lou Guozhang said with a hint of pride, "This is much better. When this person first came back, he couldn't take care of himself at all.

I asked Master Li for treatment. . .Well, it has been two months. Now I can go to the ground by myself and it is convenient for me. "

"Professor Du, is it fast or slow to reach this level in two months?" Lao You didn't understand and turned to ask Du Heng.

But Du Heng didn't say anything, because Master Li had already started treatment, and his attention was entirely on Master Li.

Master Li put the small bag in his hand next to the patient. After untying it, he took out a split bamboo chopstick. He also took out a sewing needle from a small box and inserted it into the split end of the chopstick. In the gap, a piece of cotton thread was immediately inserted.

Then he opened a small bottle in the small bag, took a chopstick and gently dipped the end of the sewing needle into it.

Du Heng frowned at the smell emanating from the bottle.

Master Li kept his hand, holding a sewing needle dipped in medicine, and pricked the middle-aged man's Ashi point quickly. After pricking ten times, he quickly picked up the cupping cup in the bag and burned it with alcohol cotton. After a while, it was directly pressed on the place where it was stabbed just now.

Acupuncture + Cupping?
Du Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. With the experience of Qian Tianlou Guozhang, Du Heng could roughly understand the reason why Master Li did what he did.

However, Master Li remained silent, and Du Heng did not ask.

After waiting quietly for 5 minutes, Master Li moved again and took down the cupping pot.

After taking it off, several people could see clearly that there were a few strands of black blood flowing out from the place where it was pricked.

Du Heng looked at those few strands of blood, and felt even more certain in his heart that Master Li's entire process was for one purpose: detoxification. (End of chapter)