In the ward, the old man of Longzhong took a bite of a peanut and a mouthful of two pots, and his mouth made a sweet sound.

Yang Qingshan didn't speak, helped the old man tidy up the quilt, adjusted the electric fan, and said disgustedly: "The hospital is too bad, not to mention the high medical expenses, the air conditioner is still broken." ”

"It's good to be able to borrow an electric fan, I'm still strong, and I don't need air conditioning. The old man said nonchalantly.

"Don't you watch TV? It's so boring to be alone in bed. Yang Qingshan turned on the TV again, and the time-traveling drama was playing inside, which made Yang Qingshan feel like he vomited blood and died in the next life, and wanted to turn it off, but he didn't move when he saw that the old man was very happy.

"I didn't see that the old man was very interested in crossing, so he wouldn't have crossed over. Yang Qingshan joked.

"I can't talk about crossing, but when I was a child, I often heard my grandfather tell a lot of things back then, there was no TV at that time, how to know the specific situation, I can only imagine it out of thin air, but now it's different, watching such TV is like telling a story to myself again. The old man said recallingly, full of relief.

"The old man's grandfather lived long enough. ”

"That is, grandpa Tai has a long life, but unfortunately, he still can't escape the ravages of the years, and he returned to the west fifty years ago. The old man remembered that he was lying on the hospital bed now, and that he might be buried in the earth one day, and his face became melancholy.

Yang Qingshan was depressed for a long time, but he still didn't calculate how old the old man's grandfather was when he entered the ground, it is estimated that it is very big, seeing that the old man is unhappy, Yang Qingshan began to tell the thrilling story of saving lives during the day and being misunderstood at night.

The old man listened to it with relish, peanuts, dried tofu, and the second pot was gone in the blink of an eye.

"I'll get some more. Yang Qingshan stood up and was about to go to the food stall again, but saw an old nurse blocking the door with a blue face.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It's you who have the problem. The old nurse said gloomily, her tone cold enough to make people sweat.

The old nurse pushed Yang Qingshan away, glanced at the lunch box and empty wine bottle on the hospital bed, turned her face and said: "This is a hospital, not a restaurant, drinking and smoking are prohibited here, you are harming the old man, don't you understand?!"

Yang Qingshan was a little embarrassed, it was precisely because he knew that he would not live long to satisfy the old man, but now that he was reprimanded by an old nurse, he could only scratch his head and pretend to be stupid.

"Head nurse, it's my fault, I won't live long, let the child bring something he wants to eat, don't be angry. The old man said.

The old nurse's face was still pale, and she said with a tense face: "If you don't live long, you should be treated well, maybe a miracle will happen one day, the boss is not small and confused, I will accept it now, and then let me see you drinking and smoking, don't blame me for turning my face, forbidding your family to visit." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Yang Qingshan bowed his head and admitted his mistake, for fear of annoying the menopausal old nurse.

The old nurse nodded with satisfaction, snorted coldly and took away the things on the hospital bed.

Yang Qingshan sat on the chair depressed and didn't speak, and suddenly laughed with the old man, and then a gust of wind blew outside the window, and Yang Qingshan's whole body trembled.

"It's going to rain. Yang Qingshan said softly.

"Bring your hands. The old man said very seriously, but his tone revealed a kind of irresistibility.

Yang Qingshan was a little reluctant, if he had stretched out his hand before, he would have stretched it out, but now that the old man is sick, how can he still let the old man take his pulse? But looking at the firmness in the old man's eyes, Yang Qingshan knew that he couldn't hide, so he had to honestly put his hand on the quilt.

The old man gently stretched out his two fingers and put them on Yang Qingshan's wrist, closed his eyes and began to take the pulse.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes and said, "Have you practiced well in the past two days that I have been hospitalized?"

"Yes. Yang Qingshan said weakly.

"Lie!" The old man became stern, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, I'm still lazy, I want you to practice hard but you don't practice, just now I said that I saved a beautiful woman during the day, and I know how idle I am all day long, you~"

The old man sighed deeply when he said this, Yang Qingshan coaxed the old man and said: "This is very good, I am much more accurate than the weather forecast, every time it is windy and rainy, I will know that my body hurts, and I can collect clothes in advance." ”

The old man was amused by Yang Qingshan's words, and said angrily: "Don't move, bear with it." ”

Yang Qingshan saw that the old man was not angry, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but as soon as he told himself not to move, he knew that the old man wanted luck to treat himself, so he quickly took his hand back, but the fingers on his wrist were like a mountain, pressing himself to death.

Yang Qingshan was depressed in his heart, he had known the old man for four years, he had studied kung fu for four years, and he also knew that the old man was good at kung fu, as if he was not a human being, just like an immortal cultivator in the novel.

It's useless to resist, if you want to stop the old man, you can't do it at all, you can only ask for hardships, and it makes the old man angry, Yang Qingshan has no choice but to obey.

Yang Qingshan took a deep breath, a ball of qi condensed in the dantian, condensed into a trace of air flow in the body, but often when it flowed to a place, it was blocked, and it couldn't flow through, and at this time, a hot current came from the fingers of the old man on Yang Qingshan's wrist, pushing the qi in Yang Qingshan's body, and it slowly impacted the blocked place.

Half an hour passed, and the old man withdrew his finger and said very painfully: "It's almost over." ”

"Is it almost already?" Yang Qingshan opened his eyes and asked.

"It's dying. ”

"Huh?

"Who do you say?" said the old man, squinting his eyes, his face even paler because of luck.

Yang Qingshan's heart was aching, knowing that his sequelae could not be cured by ordinary people, and the old man injured his body in order to alleviate his pain.

"Give. The old man took out a small notebook from under his pillow and handed it to Yang Qingshan: "These are a few pairs of medicinal soups that I wrote down after I was hospitalized, they are old recipes from my family, take them back and take a look, there are a few prescriptions in it that are very useful to you." ”

Yang Qingshan was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the old man had worked hard to write a book of prescriptions for himself when he was hospitalized, looking at the densely packed and crooked words on the book, Yang Qingshan was speechless for a while.

"I followed me to learn four years of kung fu, I wanted to use three years to connect the meridians that were cut off by thunder, and eradicate your sequelae, but you kid is too lazy, so far only 90% of the meridians have been connected, and now I am old and leaving, don't be lazy after you go back, practice hard, soak in the soup according to the medicinal soup in the small book, and the rest of the meridians will be connected by yourself." The old man said admonishingly.

"Old man. Yang Qingshan choked up and said, "I will." ”

"Okay, go back, practice the things I usually teach you, and I'll teach you the real mantle when the time comes." The old man waved his hand a little tired and said.

Yang Qingshan was stunned for a moment, nodded very sensibly, gently covered the old man with a quilt, and waited for the old man to fall asleep before leaving, and met the old man's attending doctor in the corridor.

The attending doctor said with some regret: "The old man has an old wound on his chest, and the old wound recurs when he is older, and we can't do anything about it, so it's just this month, the old man can give him whatever he wants, and try to satisfy him." ”

"But there's an old nurse ......"

"Hehe, leave her alone, if the old man really can't do it, the old nurse will turn a blind eye. The attending doctor whispered, turning to leave.

Yang Qingshan returned to the old man's hospital room and saw that the old man did not sleep with his eyes open, but looked out the window.

"I'm still pretending to be asleep when I'm old. Yang Qingshan stood at the door and said unhappily.

"If I don't fall asleep, you have to stay with me all night, you young people have your own business, hurry up, I don't want to be a burden. ”

Yang Qingshan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go, but the next time I come, I'll bring peanuts, dried beans and Erguotou." ”

"That's a good feeling. The old man laughed happily, and when he saw Yang Qingshan's sensible appearance, the old man closed his eyes in relief and fell asleep deeply.

Yang Qingshan saw that the old man was really asleep before he closed the door with confidence, turned around and saw the old nurse standing behind him, and suddenly his heart became weak, and he broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the old nurse in menopause would not take a fancy to him.

"I didn't hear anything. The old nurse said with a strained face, and left quickly.