Courtyard: when the Group Did Not Marry, Now Regret

4.3 Wei Dongqing also said with a smile.

"Listen to Aunt Zhao, sit down quickly, you have to stand down, old man, I will be scolded again soon."

It can be seen that the relationship between the two is very good.

Jiang Ming smiled, put the red-skinned eggs he had just taken out from the system space on the table, found a stool and sat down.

"I don't have anything to take. I raised a few chickens and laid some eggs. It just so happens that you two have a taste."

Although it is an invitation to be a guest, the most basic etiquette is still required.

Considering Wei Dongqing's age and position, he didn't take unnecessary things, as long as some eggs were enough to show his heart.

Seeing this scene and hearing this, the two elders looked at each other with obvious smiles on their faces.

"This child, why are you so polite, you have everything at home."

"Okay, the children have been brought, so we often do, but let's talk about it first, we can't take it for nothing. Didn't we share ten catties of pork before? It just so happens that we can't eat it. Xiao Jiang will take it with me when I go back later. .”

Jiang Ming smiled and nodded, without refusing.

"Okay, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient,"

Although he didn't lack those few mouthfuls of meat, he also understood that the elder's wishes could not be denied. The two Wei Dongqing obviously regarded themselves as their juniors.

That being the case, he naturally wouldn't be too stingy, and offered to help Wei Dongqing completely cure his illness.

Now, Wei Dongqing said in surprise.

"No, Xiao Jiang, am I already cured? I have been checked in the hospital before."

Jiang Ming shook his head and said.

"The time last time was too hasty. It was just to clear the blood stasis in your brain. If you want to cure it, you may need acupuncture and moxibustion several times.".

Chapter 71

Wei Dongqing's disease is called cerebral infarction, which is a very common cerebral thrombosis in later generations.

Although usually speaking, it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

But as long as once the disease occurs, the patient will be hemiplegic in mild cases, and even dead in severe cases.

That is to say, Wei Dongqing was lucky enough to meet Jiang Ming last time, otherwise, based on the current medical level, he might be gone.

It's just that the time last time was too hasty, in fact, Jiang Ming just cleared up some blood clogged in his brain.

If he wanted to completely cure his disease, then he had to use silver needles for acupuncture.

In fact, as far as his current medical skills are concerned, he can cure Wei Dongqing's illness in one go.

But he also knew that it would be a bit shocking, so he humbly said several times.

Naturally, Wei Dongqing was not aware of this, and after hearing Jiang Ming's words, he asked Aunt Zhao to fetch a set of silver needles from the house.

Opening the needle box, the crystal-clear and rust-free silver needles leaked out, and Wei Dongqing's eyes also flashed a flash of reminiscence.

"Little Jiang, this was given to me by an old friend some time ago. Unfortunately, I don't know medical skills and I don't need it. Now it's time to borrow flowers and present Buddha to give it to you."

Jiang Ming was startled, and hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"No, it won't work."

To ordinary people, these silver needles may look very ordinary.

But for Jiang Ming, who has reached the full level of Chinese medicine technology, he can see the extraordinaryness of this set of silver needles at a glance.

Leaving aside the value of the silver needles, the boxes used to hold the needles are all made of small-leaf red sandalwood.

In addition, it obviously has a special meaning, so Jiang Ming naturally refused to accept it.

Wei Dongqing was not surprised either, hehe said with a smile.

"This silver needle is good. It is dead in my hands. It can only play its true role in your hands. If you are really sorry, Xiao Jiang, why don't you do me a favor, okay?"

After speaking, he put the needle box on Jiang Ming's hand with his bony hands.

Looking at the anticipation in the eyes of the old man in front of him, Jiang Ming finally nodded after thinking that he really didn't have a suitable guy in his hands.

"Okay, then I won't refuse. I don't know what you want me to do for you?"

13 Wei Dongqing sighed, and then spoke slowly.

"I have an old friend who was seriously injured when he was beating the devils. He has been lying in the hospital for more than 20 years now. I know you have good medical skills, so I want you to help me, but you Don't worry, even if it can't be cured, I won't blame you."

In fact, before Wei Dongqing said this, Jiang Ming had already expected it, but he was not sure yet.

Now that he said this, he also suddenly realized.

He didn't refuse, after all, even if it wasn't for Wei Dongqing's sake, that respectable old man was enough for him to go to the doctor, but he didn't know that he could treat him successfully with his current medical skills, so he hesitated for a moment , he finally nodded.

"Okay, although I can't guarantee that the old man will be cured, I will do my best."

Wei Dongqing nodded with a smile in her eyes.

"Okay, then I'm relieved."

In the following time, Jiang Ming performed acupuncture for Wei Dongqing again, cleared part of the blood clots in his brain, and checked his wife Zhao Qing's body, causing the smiles on the faces of the old couple to be unstoppable. .

After doing all this, the three of them sat around the square table and started chatting about homework.

At this time, Jiang Ming knew that the two old people in front of him had only one child, but he died in a battle many years ago.

When he died, he was about the same age as Jiang Mingxiang, in his twenties.

When talking about this, Zhao Qing was already sobbing.

And Wei Dongqing clenched his fists, his eyes were red, but the dignity of a soldier kept him from crying.

"My son is a hero, he is the son of my old Wei family, old woman, why are you crying?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jiang Ming felt complicated.

Undoubtedly, the two old men and their children in front of them are the greatest people.

Needless to say, Wei Dongqing has fought bravely for decades for the country and the people.

And during this period, Zhao Qing was always by his side.

And their son is also a hero.

However, the most tragic thing in the world is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person.

Even though Wei Dongqing held back his tears, Jiang Ming could feel the pain in his heart at this moment.

After a while of hesitation, he also spoke.

"If you two don't mind, if you have something at home, you can go to the rolling mill to find me. As long as I can help, I will never make excuses."

Hearing Jiang Ming's sincere words, Wei Dongqing froze for a moment, then looked at Zhao Qing who was also a little dazed, and finally both laughed.

"Haha, okay, okay, as long as you don't dislike our old man, it's fine if the old woman is annoying. Although your age is younger than Qiu'er, the difference is not too big. From now on, you can call me Uncle Wei. As for her, you Just call me Aunt Zhao."

Wei Dongqing's wrinkled old face was full of smiles, and it could be seen that he was very happy.

And Zhao Qing did the same, kindly took Jiang Ming's hand and started asking questions.

When they heard that Jiang Ming was married and had a lovely daughter, the smiles on the faces of the old couple grew even wider.

"If you have time, let Xiao Lin bring the children over to have a look. Your Aunt Zhao and I have nothing to do all day long."

Jiang Ming did not refuse, but nodded with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll let Lin Wan bring Duo Duo to visit if it's okay, and then you two don't bother me."

"This child, how could he find it troublesome? We are too happy to have time." Zhao Qing said.

In the following time, the three chatted while drinking tea.

The content of the chat is very common, just like a normal chat between an elder and a younger generation.

When the hands of the wall clock on the wall pointed to 11 o'clock, Zhao Qing stood up.

"Sit down and chat, you two. I have to cook. Lao Shi and Lao Hu should come later."

Zhao Qing is not young anymore, Jiang Ming is naturally too embarrassed to sit here and let her cook, so he just stood up and said.

"Aunt Zhao, you should rest. If you don't mind, let me make this lunch."

Zhao Qing froze for a moment, and said in surprise.

"You still cook?"

Jiang Ming nodded and smiled.

"I learned a little bit from my grandfather before. Although it's not very delicious, it's okay."

Zhao Qing opened his mouth a little hesitantly, after all, Jiang Ming was a guest no matter what he said.

However, Wei Dongqing winked at her, then said with a smile.

"Okay, let Xiao Jiang do it if he wants to. It just so happens that I have been eating your food for decades, old man. It's time for a change."

As soon as he finished speaking, he found a hand pinching his ear.

"You're tired of eating, right? From now on, you can cook all the meals at home."

"I, where would I be?"

Looking at Wei Dongqing who kept begging for mercy, Jiang Ming was also happy, and he didn't expect that Wei Lao was still a slap in the face.

After a good comforting meal, Zhao Qing let him go. Seeing Jiang Ming's smiling eyes, he also blushed and coughed twice.

"Well, Xiao Jiang, the kitchen is over there. You can look around and fix it yourself. If you need anything, just tell your Auntie Zhao and ask her to find it for you."

......

Just as Jiang Ming was showing his skills at Wei Dongqing's house, there were some clues about the fire prevention at the back hill of the rolling mill.

Xiao Wang, a policeman from the police station, stood in front of Yang Weiguo with a serious expression on his face.

"Just now we investigated the surrounding area. A villager in Shijingshan said that the source of the fire started in the woods on the back mountain. We went to investigate just now and found these two things on the road."

As he spoke, he took a piece of dusty pork and a box of scattered matches from the policeman behind him, which was exactly what Xiaodang had thrown away in a panic before, but she did not expect that the fire did not Without spreading to that dirt road, these policemen found these things easily.