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An hour later, my car left the city.

Half an hour later, my car was traveling at a speed of nearly [-] kilometers per hour on the highway.

Another hour passed.

Under the guidance of Secretary Zhang, I left the expressway and entered a navigation blind spot.

The car drove through the deep mountains for half an hour, and I began to see guard posts hidden in the dense forest around me.

Every sentry post is manned by at least two soldiers with live ammunition.

In 15 minutes, I encountered the first inspection post blocking the intersection.

And in the next 10 minutes, my car passed through three guard posts with heavy protection and deep barriers.

Drive past the last level.

Suddenly, a large-scale army, almost equivalent to a small town, jumped in front of my eyes.

I pushed down the window.

Breathe the clear air from the deep mountains, and hear the sound of neat drills, the crisp sound of shooting, and the roar of engines of heavy tanks.

Masculinity, soldiers, iron will, national strength!

I admit that at that time, there was a hot blood flowing repeatedly in my heart.

I drove the car, drove past the military camp, circled up the mountain, and finally stopped in front of a quiet farmyard.

The layout of the courtyard in front of me is almost the same as the farmyard in my hometown.

Rows of fences made of wood, vegetables and fruits growing in the field, a few chickens foraging, two big black pigs kept in pens, and a big yellow dog crawling and sleeping at the door.

The only difference is that guard posts have been set up one after another around the farmyard.

Not far away, there is also an extremely modern medical and health station built.

I get off with Secretary Zhang.

Soon, three officers who looked like officers ran over not far away.

They talked and laughed with Zhang Mi for a few words, and then began to stand aside and look at me with meaningful eyes.

This kind of look, I can't tell.It seems that there is envy, suspicion, and curiosity at most.

Secretary Zhang came over, smiled and told me not to be nervous.

I said lightly, I am not nervous, I am very relaxed, you see my face is sweating, it is very hot.

Secretary Zhang laughed and said, "Then Xiao Ji, how do you explain the goosebumps on your arms, and it seems to be very cold in this mountain."

I have a bad face, and I said in my heart that Secretary Zhang, if you don't expose me, you are not feeling well, are you?Next time, I'll seal your dumb acupoint with a needle.

These words can also be recited in the stomach by oneself, as YY.

Dumb point?Not to mention dumb acupoints, as long as my acupuncture is a little bit off, I will be settled for the rest of my life.

Secretary Zhang and I walked into the small courtyard of the farmhouse. Several military officers did not follow in, but stood outside, smoking and waiting.

There was no one in the courtyard, a very quaint farmhouse stood in the middle of the courtyard, the door was open, no one could be seen inside.

Secretary Zhang motioned me to follow him to the backyard.

We walked around several fruit trees and passed through a grape trellis, and an old man who was working in the field came into view.

This old man, wearing a washed and whitish ordinary military uniform, has a thin body, short white hair shaved, and a strong back.

Secretary Zhang asked me to keep quiet, and he carefully moved to the old man's side, and said in a very soft voice, "Mr. Ren, I'm Xiao Zhang. I'm here to see you."

"Go!" The old man yelled, bowed his head and weeded the weeds and said, "Did you invite some brickman to see a doctor for me again? Tell you, my illness can't kill anyone! It's okay!"

Secretary Zhang smiled wryly: "Mr. Ren, today I brought an intern from the medical school. He is interested in your disease and wants...to discuss with you if he can try it."

"Ah...?" The old man stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

At this moment, I only felt an extremely strong aura like thunder roaring in the sky before a violent storm, nailing me in place with a bang.

What an old man this is.

He has a pair of thick general eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, and vigorous facial features.And, the powerful murderous aura contained in the eyes, which can mobilize thousands of troops and wield the power of life and death!

momentum!What is momentum?

In fantasy novels, the word momentum is often mentioned.

But in any fantasy novels, the characters in martial arts stories are all fake people rendered by pen and ink, and they don't really exist.

But the old man in front of him, he really exists, and he really has this kind of powerful aura that makes you willingly bow down just by looking at you.

I was really nervous and my palms were sweating.

At this time, Secretary Zhang was whispering something to the old man, and he stretched out his hand and gestured at me from time to time.

The old man turned his head.

At that moment, I suddenly saw that the murderous look in the old man's brow faded, replaced by the kind, kind eyes that I was familiar with.

This kind of gaze is the same as that of grandpa.

The old man smiled at me, pointed to the crops in the field and said, "Little baby, don't worry, wait until I finish hoeing this long field."

I smiled and nodded.

The old man bent down and started working again.

At this time, I noticed a detail. When the old man was working, every time he moved his leg, he seemed to use all his strength, and whenever his left leg moved, I could see that he was in pain, very painful... …

At this moment, Secretary Zhang walked up to me, pulled me under a fruit tree, and whispered to me, "Have you seen the root of Mr. Ren's illness?"

I nodded and said, "Left leg."

Secretary Zhang nodded: "Mr. Ren was injured on the battlefield, and several pieces of cannonball skins were inserted into his legs. At that time, the medical conditions on the battlefield were poor, and when the shells were removed, a small piece was missed in the muscle. Later, The hospital is going to operate on Mr. Ren, which was originally a minor operation, but Mr. Ren..."

Secretary Zhang sighed and said: "Old Ren is old, and his temper is strange. He refuses to let the brick family have this operation. He said it was fine. As a result, after a long time, some muscles in his legs are almost atrophied. .”

After hearing this, I expressed my understanding for Mr. Ren, and also for Secretary Zhang.

The old man in my family is not the same.

He is old and has a bad temper.Parents made delicious food and handed it to him. He said it was a waste of food, so he just went to eat those cheap pickles and miso.

Usually, it’s okay, when there’s a festival or something, all of us eat delicious food and put it on the table, but the old man makes a small table by himself, puts two plates of pickled vegetables, and eats corn buns with porridge.

It's okay for outsiders to know, but if they don't know, they think our family doesn't respect the elderly.For this reason, the old lady wiped her tears alone.

Now, after Mr. Ren finished his work, he happily walked up to me with his hoe on his shoulders, looked me up and down, reached out and patted me on the shoulder and said, "The little baby is not bad! Where is my hometown?"

I said the place name.

"Hey! That place is so good. Back then, I took the troops there for training. Well, it's a beautiful mountain and river! Come, let's go, let's go into the house with grandpa."

I rubbed my shoulders and followed behind Mr. Ren.

Just that palm.The strength is very heavy and fierce!

Pat me on the shoulder, if it wasn't stiff, I would have to sit on the ground.

I followed Mr. Ren into the house.

The layout of the room is very simple, with simple beds, cabinets, tables and chairs, a domestic color TV set manufactured in the 90s, an old radio, and an old tea set on the table.

The quilt on the bed was stacked squarely, with standard tofu cubes.

Mr. Ren arranged for Secretary Zhang and me to sit down and said he would make tea for us.

If I wanted to say no, Secretary Zhang signaled me to keep quiet.

I had no choice but to bear it and watched this old man who was over eighty boil water and make tea for me.

The tea is just plain green tea.

But the water is the mountain spring in the mountains.

Soak well, extraordinarily sweet and fragrant.

I drank two cups of tea with Zhang Mi, and Zhang Mi secretly gave me a wink.I smiled and said to Mr. Ren: "Grandpa Ren, I am an intern at the medical school. This time I heard that you have a little problem with your leg, so I wanted to come over and take a look, and review the medical knowledge I learned by the way."

Mr. Ren laughed and said, "Okay! Studying medicine is good! It's good to save lives and heal the wounded! Come on! You can do whatever you want with Grandpa's leg, and you don't have to worry about being disabled. Anyway, I can't live for a few days with this old bone. I'll die sooner and sooner." , so as not to waste food and waste national resources.”

I smiled helplessly in my heart, exchanged a glance with Secretary Zhang, then looked down at Grandpa Ren's raised leg.

I lifted up the trouser legs and clearly saw a palm-sized scar on the superficial part of the gastrocnemius muscle of the calf.

The scar was radial, and when I stretched out my hand to press it lightly, the inside was very hard, as if something had pierced my hand.

I pressed the scar, and I already had a general understanding of the cannonball skin embedded in the muscle.

I began to observe the surrounding muscles again, and found that, as Secretary Zhang said, there had been a moderate degree of atrophy.

But fortunately, what is more optimistic at present is that there is no inflammation inside the scar and muscle.

However, this is also a trouble, because it is likely that the cannonball skin has grown to death with the muscle and is tightly wrapped by muscle fibers.

Due to the long delay, it is difficult to remove the elastic skin with ordinary Chinese medicine techniques.

The only way is to do precise surgery with Western medicine, and then do post-conditioning rehabilitation with Chinese medicine.