Zhang Heping No. 1 is hard to find, and Zhong Yue is also out of line. Huang Sanli didn't have time to communicate with Zhong Yue about calligraphy and painting at this time, and he didn't come to the door boringly. Compared with calligraphy and painting, perhaps Huang Sanli attaches more importance to his granddaughter, whose life is like duckweed. Zhong Yue felt more and more that those cold eyes that seemed to have seen through all the favors and humiliations of time were so difficult.

It is not easy to live in Shanghai. Whether it is an ant or a tiger wolf, they are struggling at this corner of the sea, all for their future life, but some people, they are alive, they are lucky.

Cao Danqing called from Jingbei, saying that the exchange meeting would last for a few more days, and told Zhong Yue to practice Chinese painting techniques well, which Zhong Yue dealt with absentmindedly. He really wasn't in the mood to practice calligraphy and painting at this time. The mobile phone was turning at his fingertips, Xi Lao, Han Lao, Kang Min, and Cao Danqing all asked again, and they all said that there was no way, and Zhong Yue could only sigh at this. He had already been to the ditch, and the people who went to the clinic were not to see a doctor, and if everyone wanted to go through the back door, then this rule could not have been established for decades without anyone changing.

There was a knock on the door.

Zhong Yue came back to his senses, stood up and went to open the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is it Mr. Zhong Yue?" The old man was wearing a Mao suit, looking like an old lady who was farming in the countryside, but in Shanghai, Zhong Yue rarely saw people dressed like this, even the old man was generally dressed very fashionably. It's either a suit or a jacket.

Zhong Yue nodded, "I am." ”

The old man stuffed the note into the watch pocket on his chest and said with a smile: "It seems that I am not looking for the wrong place, my name is Zhang Heping, and I came to visit Mr. Zhong." ”

"Oh, you...... What's your name?"

"Zhang Heping, oh, the crane in the word. The honorary director of Xiling Printing Society, but he took up a temporary post in Xiling, which was more than ten years ago. ”

Zhong Yue frowned, from the Xiling Printing Society?

No, isn't it an old Chinese medicine doctor?

Does it happen to have the same name?

That's a bit of a coincidence.

"What's wrong? Zhang Heping looked at Zhong Yue's appearance in a daze, and couldn't help asking.

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and said, "Dare to ask if the old gentleman lives in Shuigou Lane?"

"Oh, yes. ”

Zhong Yue took a step back, opened the door, and said, "Old man, please sit inside." ”

Hearing Zhang Heping say yes, Zhong Yue's heart was settled, okay, he didn't believe that there was a second Zhang Heping in Shuigou Lane. While Zhang Heping was still looking at the building in the courtyard of the study, Zhong Yue quickly sent a text message to Huang Youwei and told her the news of Zhang Heping's study, but followed quickly with a smile.

What he has to do now is to delay Zhang Heping here as much as possible, so as not to make Huang Youwei's grandfather and grandson pounce.

"Mr. Chung. Mr. Chung?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. What did Dr. Zhang say? I didn't hear it clearly. Zhong Yue put the phone in his pocket and looked at it with a smile.

Zhang Heping smiled, "I said, I didn't expect Mr. Zhong to live in such a paradise, it's really enviable." ”

"It's a joke. Where is this paradise, at most the building is antique. Dr. Zhang just said that he was from the Xiling Printing Society, but do you know Mr. Qian Yunyao?" Zhong Yue thought about it, this Zhang Heping reported himself to his family, not as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, but as an honorary director of the Xiling Printing Society, and it seems that it must be related to the publication of his last work.

"Oh, I'm here for him. Zhang Heping handed the document bag to Zhong Yue, "Here is the original manuscript of the work you sent to Lin'an City, the sample of the book, Shao Shouyun, the president of the Xiling Printing Society, sent it to me, let me refer to it in detail, if you have any questions, I will talk to you, the author." ”

"So fast?" Zhong Yue was a little surprised by Xiling's movements. He originally thought that publishing a book, how to say, would take several months to design and typeset, but how long has it been, half a month, just fine?

He opened the color page book and looked at it, the printing was exquisite, the handwriting was beautiful, each page was about four lines, and the paper color bureau occupied about three-fifths of the position, which looked very eye-catching. Because when Qian Yunyao sent a letter, he specially told Zhong Yue that the paper needs to be colored paper, and the size specification has also made detailed requirements, for this reason, Zhong Yue specially exchanged the paper from the system mall, so the typesetting saves the trouble of cutting out and rearranging, and it looks like there is no post-decoration at all.

"Well, that's good. Dr. Zhang, you do. I'll pour you a cup of tea. ”

Zhang Heping smiled, "It seems that Mr. Zhong knows that I am in the ditch." ”

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and smiled, "Who in Shanghai doesn't know that Doctor Zhang's family study is a single biography, after Zhang Zhongjing, a famous doctor in the Han Dynasty." ”

"It was before, and now there are not enough people, including my wife, who are all on the job to study for the doctor. ”

"That's really a hanging pot for the world, full of clever hands. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. Don't talk about this, this time, it was Shouyun who asked me to ask you, do you have time to go to Lin'an City?"

Zhong Yue put the teacup in front of Zhang Heping, intentionally or unintentionally pulling the topic away, "Shouyun, ......what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I just mentioned to you that it's the current president of the Xiling Printing Society, Shao Shouyun. He is also a well-known calligrapher and calligrapher in China. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "I don't know much about seal carving, so I don't know much about it. Well, if you have anything else to do, forget it. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't usually go to the clinic in the afternoon, so I'm here to talk to you. ”

"I heard that Dr. Zhang usually sees three people in the morning, since your medical skills are so good, why don't you see a few more?"

Zhang Heping smiled: "How many more?" Mr. Zhong, let me ask, is it too much to see one?"

"It doesn't seem like much. ”

"And what about one more?"

"Five...... Okay, too. Zhong Yue recalled those doctors in the hospital, which one didn't see thirty or forty people in half a day. ”

Zhang Heping smiled: "What about watching fifty people in the morning?"

"That's a lot. ”

"Can't finish watching the afternoon?"

Zhong Yue frowned, why did he ask himself, so he said, "This, Doctor Zhang, is something you decide." ”

"yes, I decide. There are endless patients in the world, and in this case, I see three patients a day, which is understandable. ”

“……”

Zhang Heping took a sip of tea, "Most of the people who come to me for medical treatment are two types of people. One is hypochondria, I always suspect that I have some terminal illness, and the hospital can't find anything, so I come to see it. In fact, they are not sick themselves, they want to be down-to-earth, and sometimes they wait and wait, and they are impatient, and they are too lazy to come. ”

"There is another kind of person who is terminally ill, and the hospital has issued a critical illness notice. Some people have only a few months to live and want to die for a while. I prescribe some prescriptions to make them live more comfortably, some people are in a cheerful mood, live for a long time, and even slowly heal themselves, there are such examples, so I have been telling those patients, I am not a miracle doctor, what I can help you is to regulate your body and mood, people are very tenacious lives, as long as you want to survive, then nothing can stop you. ”

"You're saying it so well. Zhong Yue said.

Zhang Heping shook his head and smiled: "You think it's good, it's because you are a healthy person." Those who are seriously ill, they feel that when they get sick, the treatment is the doctor's business, and if they don't see it well, that is, the doctor's medical skills are not good, and they have never thought that they have to participate in the treatment, some people I told him, to be optimistic, but as a result, they can't stay in panic all day long, their eyes are sunken, they have insomnia all day long, such a mental state, the body is overdrawn, how can they cure the disease?"

"Yes, you have a point. ”

Zhang Heping suddenly noticed something, and his words changed, "Eh, why is it involved in the treatment of the disease?" Mr. Zhong, do you have any hidden illness that you want me to help you see?"

"Oh, I didn't ......"

Suddenly there was the sound of the doorbell ringing outside the door.

Zhong Yue glanced at his phone and said, "But I have a reluctant request, I have a friend, and I want to ask Doctor Zhang to take a look, she is really desperate." ”

When Zhang Heping heard that it was indeed a doctor, he smiled, "Okay." Today is my 'self-throwing net', since Mr. Zhong and you have been doing it for me for so long, then I will break it, just to take a look, as for the prescription, it is not possible. ”

As soon as he heard Zhang Heping give it a look, Zhong Yue was immediately overjoyed, "It's good that Doctor Zhang calls me Zhong Yue." I'll open the door, you wait a moment. ”

Zhong Yue hurriedly ran over and opened the door.

Huang Sanli's face was a little anxious and surprised, "Zhong Yue, is Doctor Zhang really here with you?"

Zhong Yue glanced at the figure behind Huang Mikasa. Huang Youwei was wearing a khaki cropped tweed today, looking lazy, with a flat-brimmed round hat on her head, covering the broken hair on her forehead.

"Well, come in. I agreed with Dr. Zhang, and he promised to take a look. ”

Huang Mikasa's eagle eyes have always been ruthless, although he has been washing his hands for decades, he is still the same as he was back then, but at this moment, it is a different taste, and he looked at Zhong Yue with some gratitude, "That's really good." Zhong Yue, thank you for your great kindness, this love, I, Huang Sanli, remember it. ”

"Third master, don't say that. Before, Youwei helped me shoot ......"

"Lots of words. ”

Zhong Yue didn't continue, it seems that Huang Youwei came to help him shoot an advertisement, but he didn't tell Huang Sanli.

The three of them walked into the cultivation hall. Zhang Heping stood up, looked at the grandparents and grandchildren brought in by Zhong Yue, and said with a smile: "Hello." ”

"Hello Dr. Zhang. ”

Zhang Heping said: "Zhong Yue told me just now, since you have already come over, I am embarrassed to let you run for nothing again, is this little girl going to see a doctor?"

"Doctor Zhang, this is my granddaughter Youwei, you can take a look. ”

"Well, looking at the complexion, there is a loss of blood and energy. The hand reached out, and I took the pulse. ”

Huang Youwei stretched out her hand.

Zhang Heping put a pack of tissues on the table, "Come on, put it on top of here." I didn't come here to see a doctor, and I didn't bring anything with me. Some of the old man's hands touched the jade hand with thin fingers and a good look, and subconsciously moved away.

He looked stunned and said, "It's so cold!"