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

If you go to a strange place, it's not in Sijiu City, let alone live in the Red Star Courtyard.

No one knows his real age.

Song Qingshan didn't need to pretend like this.

But now, in order not to attract attention, Song Qingshan can only do this for the time being.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The bell at work in the rolling mill rang.

Song Qingshan was not late.

Stepping a little into the medical room.

"Master, I thought you were joking yesterday, but you really came to work."

Song Qingshan just entered the medical room.

Zhang Yilin went up to meet him, with both surprise and joy in his eyes.

He didn't take what the old man said yesterday seriously.

They are all so old.

What kind of work do you still come to work in the factory?

Zhang Yilin thought that Master was acting on a whim, or that he knew the destiny and knew that his time was running out.

Just come and have a look.

Zhang Yilin is going to leave work early today, and carry his things to the courtyard to accompany the elderly.

Didn't expect to come to work.

"When did the master tell lies? Is my coat ready?"

Song Qingshan spoke lightly.

All workers in the factory have work clothes.

There are also white coats distributed in the medical room. The one worn by Song Qingshan two years ago has been left in the medical room since he did not plan to go to work.

"Xiaotian, get a coat for the old man to go to the shopping department."

"Forget it, I'll go by myself, you don't know what size the old man wears."

Zhang Yilin was about to tell one of the little nurses.

Go to Purchasing Section.

After thinking about it, it is more appropriate to go by yourself.

"Master, just wait, I'll get it for you."

"Go."

Song Qingshan nodded.

Zhang Yilin didn't linger, and immediately strode to the purchasing room.

Song Qingshan did not wait.

After Zhang Yilin left.

He came to a small room with excellent lighting in the medical room.

This is his Chinese medicine room.

The area is only a dozen square meters, and there is a table and a chair in the room.

Behind the chairs is a row of wooden shelves.

Some of the more common Chinese herbal medicines on the market are scattered here and there.

Song Qingshan sat on the Taishi chair.

Although the house is simple, it is still bright and clean.

There is no dust on the table.

Obviously cleaned frequently.

From this point, it can also be seen that Zhang Yilin respects this half of the master.

"Grandpa, it's cold, drink a cup of hot water to warm yourself up."

Song Qingshan just sat down.

A little nurse came in with a cup of hot water.

There are two nurses in the medical room.

The person who delivered the tea was named Tian.

He is more courageous and usually eccentric.

"Put it on the table."

Song Qingshan raised his hand and knocked on the table.

The little girl stuck out her tongue, and carefully placed the teacup on the table.

To this old man who is not angry and arrogant.

She was still a little scared.

It's just that after putting down the water glass, the little girl didn't leave, but boldly looked at Song Qingshan and asked curiously, "Old man, are you really 100 years old?"

"After you came yesterday, rumors spread in the factory that you lived to be more than 100 years old. When I went home and told my parents, they didn't believe it."

The little girl said a little aggrieved.

"I can't remember whether it's 99 or 100."

Song Qingshan raised his head and glanced at the little girl. She was quite attractive, but she was far behind Qin Huairu.

"Yeah, it's true."

"Then I have to call you Patriarch."

The little girl was shocked.

I am only 18 years old this year, even if the old man is 99, he is still 81 years old.

Almost a century.

For generations.

"Don't stick to the address, call it whatever you want." Song Qingshan waved his hand.

The chatterbox opened.

Next, the little girl chirped like a tireless little sparrow, and asked several questions in succession.

Song Qingshan answered one by one.

Gradually get acquainted with the little girl.

Another little nurse.

timid.

I only dare to lie on the crack of the door and poke my head to eavesdrop.

About ten minutes passed.

Zhang Yilin returned to the medical room from the purchasing department with a brand new white coat.

It's just that when you go, you are yourself.

When I came back, I brought someone with me.

A middle-aged man who looks gentle and wears a pair of glasses.

"Master, this is Director Wang, the newly transferred factory director during your absence for the past two years."

"He came to see you for medical treatment."

Zhang Yilin introduced.

"Old sir, your name is like a thunderbolt."

Director Yang shouted with a smile.

Since yesterday, there have been rumors in the factory about some living gods and old doctors.

He was the director of the rolling mill.

Of course I heard it too.

It's just that meeting him is not as good as being famous, seeing Song Qingshan who is slovenly and slovenly.

Director Yang felt a little disappointed.

This is very different from the genius doctor I imagined.

"Well, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingshan has seen this director Yang in the original work, and his work ability is so-so.

But quite sophisticated.

In the original work, he often treats guests to dinner, and finally clings to the big leader.

It's just that later in a special era.

The end is more miserable.

But it's not a bad person to say the least.

"Just open your mouth and ask what's wrong?"

Factory Manager Yang's expression froze when he heard Song Qingshan's question, and he muttered in his heart.

How can a doctor come up and ask what's wrong?

Why do you go to a doctor if you know what disease you have?

The old man must be confused.

"Master, Director Yang is not here to see a doctor for himself, he wants you to treat his old father."

Feel the strange atmosphere.

Zhang Yilin stood aside and explained.

"Oh, what's wrong with your father?" Song Qingshan still said the same thing.

"Pfft-"

As soon as Song Qingshan finished speaking, the little nurse surnamed Tian couldn't bear it anymore.

"Pfft" laughed out loud.

This old man.

Be serious and not angry.

It's actually an old urchin.

"Xiaotian." Zhang Yilin glared at the little girl.

The little girl quickly suppressed her laughter.

Director Yang's face was a little ugly, "Mr., how can you ask such a question?"

"Physicians, the most important thing is to be rigorous."

"Especially in the face of patients, saying a wrong word may put them under tremendous psychological pressure."

"Seeing a doctor and treating a disease may sound like a word difference, but in fact there is a world of difference."

"Western medicine uses instruments to "see" a doctor, while traditional Chinese medicine relies on looking, smelling, asking, and cutting. Although they are different, only after "seeing" the lesion is it treated."

"You asked me to treat your father, obviously you have already "seen" it, old man, is there any question I asked?"

Song Qingshan explained unhurriedly.