Siheyuan: Fishing for All Things

"Actually... the minister has been working for more than 70 hours straight. He can only take a break when he is in the car." Gu Yanbing's eyes turned red as he spoke.

"Why don't you persuade him?" Lin Shaowen said angrily.

Young people can't stand not sleeping for more than 70 hours straight, let alone an old man in his 60s?

"I persuaded him, but you know the minister's temper." Gu Yanbing lowered his head and shed tears, "Now there are disasters all over the country... Can he listen to it?"

"I..."

Lin Shaowen sat down on the tatami dejectedly, feeling very depressed.

Although his predecessor had inherited Bi Yanjun's kindness, he admired Bi Yanjun very much.

In his memory, Bi Yanjun and Yang Wanjun were basically no different from ordinary people except for the meat meal he had when he went home. Logically, he should have a nanny at his level, but they didn't want one, and he did everything himself.

Their own children have grown up, and all their salaries are used to support poor college students, hoping that they can contribute to the development of the country.

How can such a person not be admired?

"The minister wants to see you." Gu Yanbing said softly.

"Let's go."

Lin Shaowen wiped his eyes and walked out first.

Union Hospital.

Bi Yanjun was lying on the hospital bed. Apart from his pale face, there was no other problem.

After seeing Lin Shaowen, he grinned.

"Xiao Lin is here?" Yang Wanjun blushed and forced a smile.

"Mother Yang." Lin Shaowen hugged her and comforted her, "Don't worry, medical technology is so advanced now... there will be a way."

This is really comforting, in his era when medical care is so advanced.

The sequelae of stroke are still a world problem.

"Xiao Lin, come and sit."

Bi Yanjun waved at him.

Lin Shaowen hugged Yang Wanjun again, then sat down in front of the bed. After reaching out to touch his pulse, a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

Hemiplegia.

Even if he recovers properly, he will have problems walking in the future.

"Little doctor, is there a cure for this?" Bi Yanjun joked.

"I have a way to make you walk normally without affecting your limbs."

As soon as Lin Shaowen finished speaking, Qin Zhong and Zhang Yuyang pushed the door in.

"Xiao Lin, do you have a way to treat stroke?" Zhang Yuyang said excitedly.

"Shao Wen, don't talk nonsense." Qin Zhong said with a straight face.

He naturally believed in Lin Shaowen, but stroke... who dares to say that he can be sure of treatment.

"Xiao Lin, go ahead and do it... just in case, we won't blame you."

Yang Wanjun covered her mouth and burst into tears.

"There is a solution that is not a solution." Lin Shaowen said with a sad tone, "I will use silver needles to stimulate his heart veins, so that the blood can circulate faster than normal. If I am lucky, I can let him walk normally... but it is limited to normal walking and self-care."

"What if I am unlucky?" Qin Zhong frowned.

"Shorten his lifespan."

Lin Shaowen spat out two words.

"What about the sequelae?" Zhang Yuyang also asked.

"The heart is overloaded, which will cause damage to his heart veins..." Lin Shaowen lowered his head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "He will need to take medicine to protect his heart veins for life. If he does not take the medicine on time, he may suffer from heart failure."

The ward was dead silent.

For a long time.

Bi Yanjun burst into laughter, "Xiaolin, instead of walking and sitting in such an ugly way, it's better to give it a try. You also said that it would only shorten your life... Is there anything worse than the current situation?"

"Xiaolin, we choose treatment." Yang Wanjun wiped the corner of her eyes, "Yanjun pays the most attention to his manners in his life. If he becomes like that in his life... he will be unhappy for the rest of his life."

"Wanjun still understands me."

Bi Yanjun reached out and touched Yang Wanjun's face, and Yang Wanjun smiled shyly.

Qin Zhong opened his mouth and finally sighed.

"Brother Gu, turn him over."

Lin Shaowen took a deep breath and stood up.

Gu Yanbing immediately stepped forward to turn Bi Yanjun over, and Qin Zhong and Zhang Yuyang also stepped forward to help.

Swish!

Under the light, a silver light flashed.

Thirteen needles were firmly pierced into Bi Yanjun's naked back, and the tails were still trembling.

"Ah..."

Bi Yanjun screamed in pain.

"Yanjun, you...are you conscious?" Zhang Yuyang exclaimed.

"It hurts..." Bi Yanjun said with sweat on his forehead.

Lin Shaowen stretched out his right hand and flicked the silver needle.

For a moment, thirteen silver needles shook at the same time.

"Ah."

Bi Yanjun bit the pillow in pain.

"Yanjun."

Yang Wanjun shouted and stepped forward to hold his hand.

Lin Shaowen gritted his teeth and flicked again, and the silver needle shook again.

BiYanjun couldn't shout anything this time, and fainted from the pain.

"Shaowen."

Qin Zhong shouted worriedly.

Bi Yanjun's identity was special, and he didn't want his disciples to take such risks.

Lin Shaowen frowned and didn't say anything.

He just took out a silver needle and poked it at the thirteen needles on Bi Yanjun's body.

"Ah."

Bi Yanjun, who had fainted, woke up again, but then fainted again.

This happened over and over again, making everyone's scalp numb.

Yang Wanjun burst into tears, but didn't say anything to stop Lin Shaowen.

Half an hour later.

Lin Shaowen sat down on the stool dejectedly, gasping for breath.

Bi Yanjun's sweat beads made the bed look like a human.

"Xiao Lin, how are you?" Zhang Yuyang's voice was trembling.

Lin Shaowen didn't say anything, but glanced at Bi Yanjun.

Bi Yanjun's whole body was red, as if he had been burned by fire.

But he gritted his teeth and slowly sat up.

"Hiss."

Qin Zhong and Zhang Yuyang took a breath of cold air.

What kind of magic trick is this?

"Your stroke has healed, but you have a serious heart disease. You can't stand fatigue and stimulation in the future. If you don't take medicine on time... you will be in danger." Lin Shaowen's eyes were red.

He said this very tactfully. It's not dangerous, but you may die of a heart attack at any time.

"Tianhui Medical Jian" said it very clearly: everything, every bite and every drink, is predestined.

Going against the will of heaven will not end well.

"Yan Luo Thirteen Needles" is not against the will of heaven, but everything has to pay a price.

"It's okay." Bi Yanjun reached out and patted Lin Shaowen's shoulder, "I have already submitted my resignation report, and your brother Bi will be in Beijing soon to take us to the south for recuperation, but... I'm afraid we won't see each other for a long time in the future."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

This retreat means being away from the circle of Beijing.

"It's okay, Minister." Gu Yanbing held his hand and said, "I will help you look after Xiaolin in the future, it's okay."

"You can't even protect yourself, how can you look after him?" Bi Yanjun smiled self-deprecatingly, "You'd better go to the south with me, otherwise your life will be very difficult."

Gu Yanbing fell into silence.

As the secretary of the minister, if the minister retires normally, his career will naturally be arranged. Now that Bi Yanjun is so sick, the selection of the minister alone is enough to give people a headache, and what benefits can he get as a secretary?

Rather than being disliked in Beijing, going to the south is the best choice.