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"Uncle, I'm here to see a doctor..." Jiang Shaotian said deliberately increasing his volume.

The two-story house in front of me should be the residence of Mr. Zhang.

The house is ordinary, with black and white paint painted on the exterior walls and golden glazed tiles on the roof. This unique style looks particularly unique among the small Western-style buildings in Europe.

As noon approaches, no one comes out. Isn’t it boring to stay at home in broad daylight?

Jiang Shaotian looked at the black and white exterior wall, and his heart was full of doubts.

The vermilion door was closed tightly. On the 50 square meters wide flat ground in front of the door, there were more than a dozen domestic hens singing "clutched". A big yellow dog lying under the eaves with four legs stretched out and sleeping under the eaves. When he saw a stranger coming, he didn't bark. He was really a lazy dog!

"Let's go, Mr. Zhang doesn't see a doctor, please leave quickly." The uncle threw the hoe on the ground and was about to push Jiang Shaotian away.

Well? Not only do you not see a doctor, but you also have to drive people away? Why is this? Could it be...

"Old Master Zhang, my younger brother's surname is Jiang Shaotian, and I am the heir of the Tiandao Medical Center in Laojie! I have something to ask for today, so I would like to ask you to come out to see me!"

In desperation, Jiang Shaotian shouted respectfully at the gate with a loud voice.

He was not sure whether this old Chinese doctor was the "old miracle doctor" he said, but no matter what, since he came, he must ask for a reason before leaving, otherwise it would not be in line with his own temperament.

"Jizi, why are you yelling? Go away quickly! Our Zhangjia Village does not welcome people like you..."

The uncle grabbed Jiang Shaotian's hand, his face turned pale and said angrily.

"You people from the city are just heartless and must not let you hurt Mr. Zhang anymore!"

The aunt in the next house rushed out and said loudly before she could put down the spatula in her hand, and immediately rushed out and said loudly.

"Uncle, aunt, I'm not a bad guy, I'm a doctor..."

"Bah! Doctor?! I believe you, you guys are so bad! You always try to mess with people! Last time, a young boy also said he was a doctor, but he ended up having a surprise examination!"

"Don't talk nonsense to him, drive him away! I tell you that Mr. Zhang is not at home, and he will live in his son's house. You will just give up your heart!"

"Are you not afraid of retribution if you don't study well at a young age?"

Several uncles and aunts interrupted Jiang Shaotian in anger, and accused him around him, who was full of innocent faces.

Immediately afterwards, more and more villagers were watching, and basically everyone was holding a agricultural tool in their hands.

For example: hoes, sickles, shoulder poles, rake nails, hacksaws, hatchets, etc. These agricultural tools that are extremely lethal but are not illegal to carry with you.

"Old Master Zhang, younger generation Jiang Shaotian sincerely asks for a visit!"

Jiang Shaotian ignored these verbal accusations and just roared at the vermilion door sincerely.

"You still have the face to shout here? Go away quickly, otherwise I will be rude to you!"

"Drive him away, aren't they going to cause Mr. Zhang miserable enough?"

"If you don't leave, I'll hit people. If it weren't for your unconscienced, would we have no medical treatment for patients in all corners of the country?"

The villagers were getting more and more excited. Several elderly people in their seventies were already raising their shoulder poles to hit people.

"Let him come in! He is not the group of wolves in sheep's clothing!"

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate and an accident was about to occur, the vermilion door was suddenly opened from the inside, and the thin but energetic old man stood at the door.

This is a kind old man, about seventy or eighty years old, with wrinkles worn by time on his weathered face, and his head full of white hair seemed to tell the hardships and vicissitudes of life.

He was wearing a blue-gray dress and a pair of black trousers, and under his feet were a pair of black single cloth shoes, which seemed to be a rigorous and extremely particular old man.

Under his amiable smile, there was a hint of helpless lament, and the look he looked at Jiang Shaotian as if Bo Le had seen a thousand-mile horse.

"You all go back! He is the grandson of an old friend of mine. I have been waiting for him here for a long time!" The old man looked at Jiang Shaotian, then looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and then spoke slowly.

In his slightly sunken eye socket, his dark brown eyes seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time and ruthlessness.

"ah……"

When the villagers heard this, they were all shocked. They all held the agricultural tools in their hands tightly and looked at Jiang Shaotian with incredible eyes, as if they were looking at monsters.

"Uncle, aunt, you all go back. The weather is hot, don't expose it outside. This uncle, you have low blood sugar, so you have to pay attention to your diet..."

Jiang Shaotian gently pushed away a few big hands that were holding him tightly and said with a pleasant look.

“…………”

Several middle-aged uncles took back their hands, wiped the sweat beads that emerged from their foreheads, pulled the corners of their clothes, and then turned around and left silently.

The villagers dispersed one after another with a tacit understanding, not because they were afraid of Jiang Shaotian, but because they respected Mr. Zhang.

No one dares to question what he said, nor will anyone question him. His existence in Zhangjia Village is like a "god" in the village that cannot be desecrated.

"Child, come in, it's inconvenient to speak outside."

At some point, the old man brought another pot of chicken food, and said to Jiang Shaotian while sprinkling it on the concrete floor in front of the door.

"Hey, Grandpa Zhang, I'll come!"

Jiang Shaotian glanced at the crowd of chickens happily, walked into the vermilion gate in two steps.

"Bang"

The old man closed the door casually and said in a loud voice: "Child, come to the study with me!"

After saying that, he placed the basin in the corner of the wall and walked straight to the second floor.

The house is big, but the decoration is very simple, especially the main hall, which is exactly the same as the main hall of Jiang Shaotian’s family. Apart from a table and a few stools, it can only be described as "the family is barely subdued and the four walls".

"Grandpa Zhang, do you know my grandpa?"

After Jiang Shaotian followed the old man to the second floor, he couldn't help but ask.

"I know you, still an old friend! Are you okay with your father?"

The old man opened one of the doors and said in a gentle tone.

The study room is very large, about fifty square meters wide. In addition to books, it is also books. Even the wooden floor is full of books, especially the books on the bookshelf, many of which are old, old and yellow.

"My parents... passed away half a year ago!" Jiang Shaotian lowered his eyes and said softly.

“………”

The old man's thin body shook obviously, but he quickly calmed down. He walked to the desk full of books and materials, and sighed: "You don't have to be too sad. They just used a different way to protect you!"

"Grandpa Zhang, I can withstand..."

Jiang Shaotian clenched his fists and tried hard to calm his sadness.

"You come and talk, and tell me why you came to me. Your grandfather and I are like-minded old friends. Later, after he took over the clinic, we never met again. Later, your father came to me once, and I only said one thing to him and let him go.

"I told him that doctors are kind-hearted, and the word "benevolence" is hard to bear. If you can achieve your original intention for ten years, come to me and I will give you all the books in this room!

"Ten years have passed, I thought he would not come... It turns out that he can never come again!"

The old man's eyes gradually dimmed. He sat down with the table, opened the book and muttered to himself: "Those people said that I do not have a medical qualification certificate, did not allow me to treat people, and they also forcibly confiscated my medicinal materials and medicine boxes."

"Who gave them the courage? Isn't anyone care?"

Jiang Shaotian frowned slightly and asked indignantly. He knew a little about this. His grandfather had also been arrested and punished. If someone had not tried his best to protect him, the clinic would have been sealed off.

He had also heard of some of the deeds of "Doctor Zhang", but he did not know the true identity of the old man Zhang in front of him.

When he was young, my grandfather just said that there was an old god named Zhang who was extremely indifferent and clear-minded, saying that he lived very close to him and took him to visit him when he grew up.

When he grew up, his grandfather passed away. His father accidentally mentioned it once or twice, saying that he had a "ten-year appointment" with an old miracle doctor, and when the time came, he would take his whole family to visit him.

However, there is no future, and no one will fulfill this "ten-year agreement".

It was not until a few days ago that Lu Yi said in a hurry that he suddenly remembered this incident, otherwise he would not have asked Mr. Zhang to see him so anxiously.

It can be seen that the sky is quite eye-catching. This old man is really the old doctor Zhang that grandfather and father said.

Grandpa said that he lived very close, but in fact, it was not that his home was close to his own home, but that his heart was very close to each other. Even if it was a hundred miles, thousands of miles, and thousands of miles apart, the heart of a doctor's kind heart was close to you!

"They all know that no one will take care of it. They copied my house and copied it to 'reasonable and legal'! Alas, who made us touch some people's cheese? You are still young and it is normal that you can't figure out many things.

"It is wise for your grandfather to ask you father and son to go to medical school and get a formal medical qualification certificate. However, many things that are invisible and intangible have restricted our performance, and too many things have changed.

"However, I am very pleased that there are still young people who are so persistent and enlightened. I am very happy that you can come to me. There is nothing to give you, so I will give you the books in this room!

"These are medical books and manuscripts passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors over a hundred and decades. My incompetent children are all doing business... I can't take them away even if I die. It's a pity to leave them here and cover them with dust."

The old man looked at the room of books and sighed incoherently and meaningfully.

Over the past few decades, no less than a thousand people have come to beg him, but he has rejected them coldly, especially those who have confiscated his medicinal materials under the guise. They have even squeezed their heads to get books from his room, but they have been blocked by him and the villagers for their death.

Since then, he has vowed not to treat anyone anymore, even neighbors and relatives cannot break the precepts!

He was already discouraged and wanted to sort out his years of medical experience for the rest of his life, and then give it to people with virtue and destiny, or bring them all into the coffin.

"Grandpa Zhang, don't be sad. I came today just to chat with you. I also want to tell you that Chinese medicine will not die, and I swear to carry forward her..."
Chapter completed!