Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"It's only natural that the father should pay the debt to the son. Since my son made a mistake, I, as an old man, have to wipe his ass."

"Take Yan Bugui to the house first."

"Old man, although I am a Chinese medicine doctor, I have also done research on this aspect."

"I'll show him to take a good look later, he must be cured."

Song Qingshan looked at Yan Pugui with a half-smile, especially the last few words, which were very heavy.

Yan Bugui felt a chill all over his body.

You have studied this area, you have studied this area too much.

Both have been researched.

"Old man, I don't have much to worry about, so I won't bother you." Yan Bugui said with a sad face.

joke.

I'll be seen by you old man Song once, and the good ones will be seen by you.

"How can I do that, I think you are seriously injured." Song Qingshan's face was serious.

"No, no, how much can a child kick."

"It's all over."

"Look at it if you don't believe me."

Yan Bugui stood up from the ground while talking, and took two steps enduring the pain.

"Really good?"

Song Qingshan narrowed his eyes and asked again.

"That's great, I can stand up and walk now, can I still be alright?"

"Oh."

Song Qingshan gave a faint "oh", stared at Yan Bugui with a pair of eyes like a falcon, and asked, "Since you are well, let me ask you, why did my son kick you for no reason?"

"This……."

Seeing Song Qingshan's eyes, Yan Bugui was horrified.

Can't say a word.

"I'll let you off this time. If you dare to meddle in your own business next time, it won't be a child kicking you."

"You are a learned person, do you understand what my old man said?"

"Understood, old man."

Yan Bugui nodded with a smile on his face.

It's a useless heart.

He was kicked by old man Song's child, and he apologized to him in turn.

"Those who celebrate Chinese New Year, let's all go away."

When Yan Bugui's matter ended, Song Qingshan looked at the crowd and shouted again.

Soon.

The people in the courtyard left one after another, and Yan Bugui was also brought into the house by the two sons.

Song Qingshan came to the entrance of the alley to have a look.

There was a pool of blood on the ground.

It seems that stick stem is indeed seriously injured.

Song Qingshan didn't feel that this was a troublesome matter at all. Hearing from his son's narration, the stick was completely self-inflicted.

Whether it is Jia's report.

It was Jia Zhang who ran back and made a big fuss.

Song Qingshan was not afraid.

"Dad, just let old man Song go like this?"

Yanbu's family.

Yan Jiecheng felt ashamed when he saw his father's performance just now.

he asked with a look of disbelief.

"If you want to stand up for me, run over and kick old man Song right now."

"If you don't dare, don't make sarcastic remarks here."

Yan Bugui glared at his son sullenly.

Yan Jiecheng fell silent.

He also dared to curse in the room and told the old man to take revenge, but he would never dare.

What a ruthless stubble those gangsters were five years ago.

I heard from Yu Li that seeing old man Song is like a mouse seeing a cat.

Frightened and fled in embarrassment.

It shows that old man Song really hides his secrets, and they say that he has practiced boyish skills, which is very evil.

Yan Xiecheng believed it.

I didn't dare to fart at the door just now.

"々` Old man Song is too lawless. No one in the courtyard can cure him. If he doesn't die, the people in the courtyard will not live in peace."

"Look at him just now, he's even more of a bastard than a local hooligan."

The third aunt cursed angrily.

"Okay, I'm still in the courtyard, keep your voice down, you're so old, how many more years can you live?"

"Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future."

"When old man Song dies, let's set off firecrackers at the door to celebrate."

Yan Bugui looked helpless.

This is the only way to vent the anger in my heart.

He thinks this way.

It was almost the thinking of more than half of the people in the courtyard.

Song Qingshan has been in the courtyard these years.

Like a sword hanging over everyone's head, a big stone pressing down on everyone's heart.

It's chilling and breathless.

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in the hospital.

Sticky's hand was treated urgently by the doctor, and the thumb and index finger of his left hand were blown to pieces.

Bone is visible deep in the wound.

Fortunately, a finger was not blown off.

Two fingers were bandaged like zongzi, and Jiazhang's heart ached when he saw it.

"The old man raised a group of wild species and blasted my grandson's hands like this."

"It's not over."

"Jia Dongxu, report the case quickly and seek justice for my grandson."

Jia Zhang's eyes were extremely vicious.

Her son has been useless these years, and she pins all her hopes on her grandson.

It's outrageous to spoil.

Now that her precious grandson has suffered such serious injuries, how can she let it go.

Immediately instructed his son to report the crime.

"Report?"

"It was your grandson who set off the firecrackers himself, and no one forced him."

"I can't rely on other people's children when I talk about it."

Liu Lan sneered.

They already knew the ins and outs of the matter from BangGiao's mouth.

Liu Lan didn't want to provoke Song Qingshan.

If Song Qingshan chooses to report the crime, she and Jia Dongxu will lose their jobs if Song Qingshan retaliates.

Director Li is still cleaning the toilet.

A bloody lesson learned from the past.

(Okay) "Liu Lan, you bitch, is it your own son or not?"

"How can you say something like that?"

Jia Zhang looked at her daughter-in-law and yelled at her.

"Mom, it's not just what you're used to. What kind of case do you want to report? Just ask old man Song to pay for some medical expenses later."

Jia Dongxu didn't want to make things big either.

"Is it over if you lose money?"

"It's such a good thing, whether you go to report it or not, I will go."

Jia Zhang vowed not to give up.

Seeing his son, his daughter-in-law didn't care, so Jia Zhang immediately walked out of the ward and ran to report the crime.

Soon, people from the police station came.

Confront the police.

Stick stem didn't dare to act like a baby, and told the whole story about the cause and effect.

The people in the police station were speechless for a while.

"Your children blew themselves up, how can they blame others?"

"Fortunately, I only blew myself up."

"If someone else's child is injured by the bomb, not only will you have to lose money, but you will also be sent to a juvenile detention center."

"How old is the child, just fight hard, take good care of it!"

The people from the police station said a few words.

Then left.

Jia Zhang was still relentless, and on the first day of the new year, he went to Song Qingshan's house to make trouble with a stick.

The Song family must accompany her for 20 yuan.

Song Qingshan didn't want to answer at first, but the old woman kept cursing.

Song Qingshan went out and slapped him several times.

Only when it stops.

The people in the courtyard were speechless, and even the people in the police station said that it was his own responsibility.

You old woman is still making trouble.

It's not that I haven't suffered at the hands of old man Song.

Why bother?