Life in siheyuan era

Grandpa Xie's full name was Xie Yun, a chief physician at ZNH, a professor at the Beijing Medical College, a chief physician at a military hospital, and a senior researcher at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Xie Yun had a lot of titles, but his main job was in the research of traditional Chinese medicine. He had two disciples, Shen Lanyin and Xie Xiaoguang.

Xie Xiaoguang was Xie Yun's grandson. This handsome young man opened the courtyard door and said plainly, "Please come in."

He knew Shen Lanbo and Fang Nan, but he didn't expect to know Zhou Zhiyuan.

However, Shen Lanyin wanted him to get to know Zhou Zhiyuan. She took out a leather piglet from her satchel and handed it to Xie Xiaoguang.

The piglet looked quite cute, with a sunny smile on its face.

But Zhou Zhiyuan immediately felt uneasy when he saw the piglet.

Xie Xiaoguang asked plainly, "What do you mean by giving me a piglet, Sister?"

Shen Lanyin explained, "You were born in the year of the Pig, and your birthday is coming soon. I'm giving you a clever piglet as an early birthday gift."

Xie Xiaoguang was puzzled and asked plainly, "How do you know this piglet is clever?"

"This is a very clever piglet."

Shen Lanyin affirmed, looked at Zhou Zhiyuan, and seeing the wary look on his face, said with satisfaction, "I met a stupid pig, and through him, I know this piglet is very clever."

Her words were pointed. Xie Xiaoguang was also very perceptive, and he turned to look at Zhou Zhiyuan and asked plainly, "Are you that stupid pig?"

Shen Lanyin nodded lightly. The label of "stupid pig" was finally confirmed through Xie Xiaoguang's mouth.

Hearing this, Fang Nan turned her face to the side. She didn't laugh out loud, but the action of covering her mouth explained everything.

Shen Lanbo looked at Zhou Zhiyuan with a smile, then looked at Shen Lanyin. He seemed to welcome this scene.

Zhou Zhiyuan could only reply awkwardly, "It seems like it's referring to me."

He actually admitted it. Xie Xiaoguang looked at him curiously and asked briskly, "Why does Sister say you're a stupid pig?"

The reason was, of course, revenge. Zhou Zhiyuan realized that the old grudges hadn't passed, and Shen Lanyin's revenge was premeditated.

But he couldn't say "revenge." After pondering for a moment, he replied, "I was born in 1942, the year of the Sheep. I've discovered one thing through these years of practice: most sheep are gentle, have a sunny appearance, and are very clever, but some sheep are pretentious, usually cold, and think they are smarter than others."

Hearing his explanation, Shen Lanbo laughed loudly. Fang Nan thought for a moment, then glanced at Shen Lanyin, and seeing her glaring at Zhou Zhiyuan, couldn't help but laugh, quickly covering her mouth and turning her face away.

Only Xie Xiaoguang remained calm, turning to look at Shen Lanyin and asking cheerfully, "Sister, are you that pretentious sheep?"

At this moment, Zhou Zhiyuan realized that Xie Xiaoguang was the worst.

Shen Lanyin's reaction proved this. Hearing his question, she said angrily, "From what point did you see that I'm pretentious? Do you believe what a stupid pig says?"

Shen Lanyin's words not only directly pointed at Zhou Zhiyuan, but her slender finger also pointed at him. Xie Xiaoguang immediately turned his face and asked, "Aren't you a sheep?"

This kid was too bad, openly provoking both sides.

Zhou Zhiyuan could only reply helplessly, "There are two kinds of individual creatures in the flock of sheep: one is a stupid sheep, and the other is a pretentious sheep. I am that stupid sheep."

Zhou Zhiyuan denied being a stupid pig but admitted to being a stupid sheep. This was called the win-win-lose method. He was a stupid sheep, and Shen Lanyin was a pretentious sheep. No one could escape.

He wanted to drag Shen Lanyin down, and he also needed Xie Xiaoguang's cooperation. He turned back to Shen Lanyin and asked seriously, "Sister, he's a stupid sheep, are you that pretentious sheep?"

"Haha..." Shen Lanbo laughed heartily again, then coughed.

Fang Nan quickly stepped forward to gently pat his back, saying with a smile, "Don't make your brother laugh."

This sentence stopped Shen Lanyin, who was about to counterattack. She glared at Zhou Zhiyuan and strode inside.

Fang Nan helped Shen Lanbo follow inside, while Xie Xiaoguang extended his right hand to Zhou Zhiyuan, introducing himself, "My name is Xie Xiaoguang." He had a good impression of Zhou Zhiyuan.

But he didn't know that Zhou Zhiyuan's right hand was disabled. After learning about it, he extended his left hand and asked in a low voice, "Was it injured during the self-defense counterattack on the plateau?"

Zhou Zhiyuan extended his left hand to shake his hand and replied in a low voice, "The fighting was fierce at the time. To save a comrade, I reached out and grabbed the enemy's bayonet."

He wanted to get Xie Xiaoguang's further favor and had to say it like this. Sure enough, he received Xie Xiaoguang's praise: "Ruthless and righteous enough."

Then he asked, "Where's your bayonet?"

This was the mentality of a young man, who admired heroes who fought for the country, and even more admired heroes who fought for the country and were brotherly and righteous.

Zhou Zhiyuan's disabled right hand proved how righteous he was. He definitely had to befriend someone so righteous.

Xie Xiaoguang's appearance was very delicate, but his heart was very manly. He hit it off with Zhou Zhiyuan, who was also delicate and very manly, and felt like they had met too late.

A young heart had no depth to speak of. If they hit it off, they would pat their chests. "Don't worry, leave your hand to me, and I will definitely restore it to its original state."

Xie Xiaoguang made a bold statement, then led Zhou Zhiyuan into the room on the east side, where he saw an old man sitting upright behind a table.

This old man was Xie Yun, with a thin face, a pair of slender eyes that shone brightly, and a wisp of long beard that added three points of immortal air.

His image was very much in line with the standards of an old Chinese medicine practitioner. He was over seventy years old, and his hair was still mainly black, mixed with some white hair.

No Chinese medicine practitioner doesn't know how to maintain health, and the old military doctor Xie Yun was no exception.

But his method of maintaining health was not meditation, let alone avoiding worries. This main room should be his laboratory. There was a table and two chairs, and shelves on one wall were filled with bottles and jars. More than a dozen sacks were filled with various herbs, and these few stools should have been moved here temporarily.

The room was filled with the fragrance of medicine, as if a wisp of fragrant clouds shrouded Xie Yun.

At this time, he was taking Shen Lanbo's pulse, his eyes slightly closed and his expression focused.

Zhou Zhiyuan sat aside and took a light breath. A fresh breath entered his lungs, and his lungs slowly opened. This fresh breath flowed through his eight extraordinary meridians, and the four fingers of his right hand on his thigh trembled slightly.

Three minutes later, Xie Yun removed his fingers, glanced at Zhou Zhiyuan, and a smile appeared on his face.

Then he turned to Shen Lanbo and said seriously, "Your physique is very good, and the injured lung lobe is not the main part. This is good news."

"But the bad news is that you must honestly calm down and recuperate. If you suffer a second injury, you will never fully recover in your life."

Grandpa Xie's words made Shen Lanbo look anxious. He said in a low voice, "Grandpa, external enemies are watching, and internal spies are sabotaging. It is our generation's inescapable responsibility to protect our country. How can I recuperate quietly? Grandpa, with your medical skills, quickly curing my injury is just a piece of cake."

He was flattering Grandpa Xie, and also using the aggressive method.

But his strategy and tactics were useless to Xie Yun, who said in a deep voice, "Treat acute illnesses urgently, and treat chronic illnesses slowly. Your illness needs to be treated by cultivating your mind and nourishing your nature. There is no other way."

"If you can't calm down, come and live with Grandpa."

Xie Yun only wanted him to obey, and there was no room for negotiation. Shen Lanbo didn't dare to speak anymore, and sat at the table watching him write a prescription.

Xie Yun wrote the prescription, looked at it carefully, put it on the table, and said to him, "Grandpa will personally decoct the medicine for you. This season, I can decoct it for you for a week at a time. Come and get it tomorrow, and come for a follow-up examination next Sunday."

"I will teach you the Crane Play from the Five Animal Frolics later. You must put down all the fighting skills you practiced in the army. From now on, use your brain."

After saying these words, Xie Yun glanced at Zhou Zhiyuan, withdrew his gaze, and said to Shen Lanbo, "Your brother is very interesting."

He had never seen this kind of person, who actually showed a very enjoyable expression in a room filled with the smell of medicine.

So he said a word to Shen Lanbo, and seeing Zhou Zhiyuan's gaze coming over, he waved him to get up and sit at the table.

Xie Yun first wanted to solve the puzzle: "What did you smell?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied frankly, "The fresh air in the mountains and forests."

This answer surprised Xie Yun. He looked around and suddenly realized that these herbs were indeed picked by him personally in the mountains.

So he asked with great interest, "Didn't you smell any other smells?"

Herbs emit many smells, bitter, medicinal, licorice, spicy. These smells mixed together are not pleasant, but Zhou Zhiyuan smelled a fresh smell.

This answer surprised Xie Yun and puzzled everyone. Only Shen Lanyin knew: "The little stupid pig is giving Grandpa Xie a sweet talk again."

She gave Xie Xiaoguang a piglet, which was actually giving Zhou Zhiyuan a nickname, "little stupid pig."

Zhou Zhiyuan called her a little girl, and she was at a disadvantage to call Zhou Zhiyuan "idiot". She had to counterattack equally. Zhou Zhiyuan was a "little stupid pig."

The little stupid pig was good at giving people sweet talk. Looking at Xie Yun's expression, it seemed that the dose of this soup was very heavy, and Shen Lanyin had a bad feeling in her heart.