When he woke up, Le Zhiwei rubbed his eyes and pressed the alarm on his mobile phone that kept ringing.

In the blink of an eye, it was April, the sunshine hours were getting longer and longer, and after Le Zhiwei finished washing, as soon as he opened the curtains, the sky was already bright.

Zheng's house leans against a mountain, not high, and there is a jade pagoda standing on the mountain. In front of the house is a green lawn, not far from which a spring flows, and a small white marble bridge is erected over it.

When she first came, the car was parked in a remote area, and she followed Zheng Qiyu all the way through a cave, she was curious, and went in to take a look.

There is a poem inscribed on the stone wall of the stone wall that enters the eye, a few words in front have been rubbed off, not very complete, and the last two sentences are "close to the forest and spring to set up good interest, why bother to talk about the height of the good mountain".

The brushwork is smooth and handsome.

There is the word "imperial title" in the inscription, which is a word that only the emperor can use.

Le Zhiwei couldn't see the complete poem, so he was quite sorry, and he went to check it on the Internet.

The first time the Internet failed, she typed these two sentences, and the content that came out was completely irrelevant. And the poetry books she checked in the past, as long as she typed half a sentence, the complete content would appear.

Le Zhiwei understood after pondering, this is like the emperor's old man's imperial garden, the number of people who have entered it is limited, and the inscription poems in it will naturally not be widely circulated.

It seems that it was once a royal garden.

Le Zhiwei stood in front of the window, looking at the mist outside the window due to the evaporation of the mountain spring and the spitting out of the vegetation, she seemed to see small droplets of water floating in the air. As soon as the window is opened, the house is filled with the smell of spring. Excited by the cold air that broke into the room, Le Zhiwei shuddered and hurriedly closed the window.

Le Zhiwei looked at the time, it was already half past six. It's a little farther away, and I had made an appointment to arrive at about seven o'clock. Counting only the time on the road, it will take about forty minutes to get to the grandfather's house, and the plan is to get up at six o'clock.

It seems that as long as she doesn't go out, Zheng Qiyu and Aunt Lin will not knock on the door to call her. Le Zhi tied his hair slightly, tidied up his clothes again, and when he was about to go out, he saw the untidy bed at a glance, turned around and wanted to spread the quilt, and pulled it back and forth several times before he could barely see it.

When she got downstairs, Aunt Lin saw Le Zhiwei and said with a smile, "Awake?"

Le Zhi nodded with a slight smile.

"Wait a while, I'll make you something to eat, I was afraid of the cold just now, so I didn't dare to make it first. After saying that, Aunt Lin walked to the kitchen.

Le Zhiwei thanked him and walked to the restaurant.

When I passed by the living room, I saw Zheng Qiyu sitting on the sofa watching the morning news.

Zheng Qiyu heard the footsteps, turned his head and saw that it was Le Zhiwei, he naturally reached out and took the cup and poured a cup of warm water for Le Zhiwei and handed it over.

Le Zhiwei said politely: "Thank you, I don't want to drink water." ”

Although he has been very "untreated" to see him since he woke up that day, no matter whether he is angry or ashamed, he has revealed his true feelings. ll suddenly Le Zhiwei said such polite words in such a blunt tone, Zheng Qiyu suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Still angry?" Zheng Qiyu got up and grabbed Le Zhiwei's wrist, "I promise that this matter will end with me, and no one will know about it." ”

Le Zhiwei also knew that Zheng Qiyu couldn't be blamed for this matter, if Zheng Qiyu didn't help, she would really be watched by the people of the whole country. Le Zhiwei heard a voice from the kitchen, afraid that Zheng Qiyu would continue to say that Aunt Lin would know, and then be taken care of by the cold and warm, so he reached out and took the glass of water, which was a tactful gesture.

Zheng Qiyu also heard Aunt Lin go this way, so he stopped talking and smiled: "Go and sit over there." ”

Le Zhiwei nodded.

She has a habit of drinking warm water in the morning, and she lowered her head and took a sip as she walked.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Qiyu looked at Le Zhiwei and suddenly stopped and asked.

That's not warm water, it's a cup of shredded ginger tea.

Aunt Lin happened to come out with food, and when she saw Le Zhiwei drinking water, she said with a smile: "There is ginger tea I boiled there, and it is best to dispel the cold in spring." Your grandfather Zheng has to drink a cup every morning, and you can taste it to see if it suits the taste. ”

Le Zhi was slightly stunned, then raised his glass and said with a smile: "Drink it, it's delicious." ”

Aunt Lin put the meal on the table, turned her head and smiled: "For a girl as big as you, it's best to drink often." ”

This Le Zhiwei naturally understands, the camp qi is injected into the stomach meridian, and the ginger tea is eaten in spring and summer to dispel dampness and drive away the cold and warm the palace and warm the stomach.

What Aunt Lin means Le Zhiwei knows better, not only Le Zhiwei knows, but even Zheng Qiyu understands.

Fortunately, Aunt Lin had no intention of going on.

Zheng Qiyu took advantage of Aunt Lin to go to the kitchen, raised his hand to make an oath, and said with his lips: "I didn't say it." ”

Le Zhiwei had already heard that Aunt Lin didn't know, but she could see Zheng Qiyu smiling slightly......

It's just a bad beating.

The breakfast is very simple, clear porridge side dishes, the porridge is very mellow, and the dishes are refreshing.

While they were eating, they heard a knock at the door.

Zheng Qiyu was about to open the door, but Aunt Lin hurriedly came out and said, "You eat, I'll go." ”

After a while, I heard a middle-aged man outside say, "I'll come and get some information." ”

Aunt Lin's voice came from far and near: "...... After boiling the soup, Director He brought it over in a while. ”

The one who came in was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with a meticulously dressed suit, a pair of brown glasses on the bridge of his nose, and an expression on his face that was a capital Yan sù.

Zheng Qiyu got up with a smile and said, "Uncle He." ”

Seeing this, Le Zhiwei also got up and said, "Uncle He is good." ”

"Come back to live? Zhiwei is also here. The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

Zheng Qiyu nodded with a smile, and then asked, "When will the old man come back?"

"It's tomorrow. It was too late yesterday, and the old man stayed there, and he couldn't finish his busy day. ”

Zheng Qiyu listened and said with a smile: "It's hard for Uncle He to run back and forth." I came here so early, and the things are in urgent need? Aunt Lin should take Uncle He to get them. ”

didn't say too much to greet, Uncle He hurriedly went to the old man's study with Aunt Lin.

When Uncle He came out after taking the things, Zheng Qiyu and Le Zhiwei just finished eating.

Zheng Qiyu smiled: "Coincidentally, I'll send Uncle He a paragraph." ”

Didn't Uncle He come by car?

Le Zhiwei listened quietly on the side, even if he was puzzled, he didn't interject.

In the short distance of going out to walk, I heard Uncle He and Zheng Qiyu say something "It's not too young...... "The old man is also ...... older", "...... It's time to take over."

Le Zhiwei thought about things and listened to a few words intermittently. When I passed by the cave, I couldn't help but glance in a few more times.

Seeing that he arrived at the parking lot, Uncle He refused to sit in the back, and finally sat in the passenger seat. Le Zhiwei didn't understand the difference between sitting in front and sitting in the back, so he just thought in his heart, this Uncle He really came over?

After driving for about seven or eight minutes, a car stopped in front of a sentry post, and Zheng Qiyu stopped next to the car.

The driver in the car saw Uncle He get out of the car, and hurriedly opened the door and came out, opening the door for Uncle He.

Waiting for the people to leave, Le Zhiwei couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't Uncle He drive the car in and walk in so far?"

Zheng Qiyu: "Ride." ”

Le Zhiwei: "......" She thought back and forth several times, but she didn't understand the difference between driving in and cycling......

It was already half past seven when I arrived at Professor Zu's house, and where was the liver doctor Zheng Qiyu had made an appointment in advance.

The doctor didn't say much to Zheng Qiyu, but looked at Le Zhiwei a few times.

Professor Zu was very happy to see Le Zhiwei coming,

The doctor laughed, "It's a memory of you." We are all built to do a comprehensive check-up once a year, and now we eat miscellaneous things, and a little problem can be found and treated in time, so as not to drag it into a major illness. ”

Le Zhiwei saw that Professor Zu's complexion was a little worse than a few days ago, and while talking and laughing with Professor Zu, he kept looking for opportunities to take a pulse for Professor Zu without attracting attention.

Zheng Qiyu rubbed Professor Zu slightly and persuaded: "Look at you, the cold is worse than the previous two days. ”

Professor Zu smiled: "That little nurse understands Chinese medicine, gave me a pulse, and said that I will be better soon." ”

Le Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Zheng Qiyu frowned, he didn't forget what Le Zhiwei told him yesterday so quickly.

Le Zhiwei said at the time that the pulse of liver disease at this time is most likely to be mistaken for the wind chill that is about to heal.

Zheng Qiyu turned his head to look at the hepatologist, who shook his head.

Le Zhiwei was very distressed at this time, Zheng Qiyu helped Professor Zu, which made her lose even a chance to take the pulse by the way when she was supporting.

She thought about it, thought of a lame excuse, and said to Zheng Qiyu: "You go and see what grandma is doing, grandpa has me here." ”

Zheng Qiyu let go obediently and said with a smile: "Yes, I'll go over and have a look first." ”

The doctor smiled and asked, "Professor Zu hasn't eaten yet?"

Zu Lao pressed his stomach twice and said, "I don't know what's going on lately, and I don't have much appetite for eating." ”

While speaking, Le Zhiwei took advantage of the time to support Professor Zu and probed the pulse. As soon as her hand touched Professor Zu's wrist, her face changed.

***

Out of Professor Zu's house, the doctor followed the two into Zheng Qi's royal car.

"Abdominal distention, anorexia, fatigue, yellowing of the skin and eyes, liver disease does have these signs, but it cannot be said that these signs are necessarily liver disease, and if you want to diagnose it, you still have to have a comprehensive examination. ”

Le Zhiwei was silent and did not speak.

There is a pulse in traditional Chinese medicine, in the second month of the lunar calendar, the pulse is like the floating of hair, and the conclusion is "to die in autumn".

Professor Zu is this vein.

Traditional Chinese medicine bluntly states that there are not many cases where people are killed or killed, and this is an example. The second month of the lunar calendar is the liver wood on duty, and the pulse should be weak and stringy. The Mao floating vein is the golden vein of the lungs, and in the autumn, the lungs are used, and the gold is more and more vigorous, and the gold is wood. In the autumn when the wood gas is exhausted, the person will inevitably die of liver failure.

The second master once treated a case, when Le Zhiwei was summoned to the palace by the emperor's old man, but he didn't see it in person, and he didn't know if he was cured or not. According to the medical books, there is no reason for cure. However, her second master has excellent medical skills, and she may not have no methods at all.

Le Zhiwei leaned back in the chair and looked out the window listlessly. By the time she came to her senses, the hepatologist was long gone.

Zheng Qiyu saw that Le Zhiwei was not energetic, and asked, "Is you uncomfortable?"

As soon as he finished saying this, he stopped, afraid that Le Zhiwei would blow up again.

Unexpectedly, Le Zhiwei only said: "No." ”

She told Professor Zu's illness to Zheng Qiyu in detail.

Zheng Qiyu listened to Le Zhiwei's blunt judgment on life and death, and in the autumn, Zheng Qiyu didn't worry about Professor Zu's condition for the first time, but felt that Le Zhiwei was a little child's play.

The symptoms mentioned by Dr. Wang are often common to ordinary people, and theoretically they are not diseases at all.

Even if it is a serious illness or a serious illness, after being diagnosed, doctors will often cautiously report the length of time in "years" to answer the question of "how long can I live" under the questioning of family members. Unless the patient is already dying, he will not live for more than a few months.

People like Le Zhiwei, who take the pulse and look at the qi, dare to assert that "autumn death" without even going to the hospital, Zheng Qiyu can be regarded as seeing it today.

Le Zhiwei caught a glimpse of Zheng Qiyu's reaction and knew that he didn't believe it. Le Zhiwei himself also understands that saying that a person who is "dying" at a glance on the hospital bed is a person who will think that it is nonsense; to say that a person who is healthy and healthy at first glance has an incurable disease and is about to die, and everyone will feel that there is a mental problem in the person who lives and dies.

She is the latter who normal people think is sick.

If you are usually happy to know the micro, you are still in the mood to refute: "Being able to see the subtle knowledge, this is the difference between a miracle doctor and a quack doctor." People can only see that they are sick when they are sick, so what kind of doctor is that?"

Can ...... now How can Le Zhiwei still have the heart to joke?

As a healer, there is nothing more frustrating and powerless than "I can detect the patient's illness early, but I can't do anything, I can't cure him, I can only watch him die step by step".

Yes, not only did she have to accept this sense of powerlessness, the fact that the amiable old man who had been smiling at the dinner table and told her to eat this and eat that had an incurable disease, but also had to convince a normal person to believe the nonsense of her "psychopath".

Le Zhi lowered his eyes slightly: "Since you don't believe me, why did you bring me here." But it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, the top priority is to contact Professor Zu's children and take him to the hospital for examination. Although Le Zhiwei didn't want to be presumptuous, he also vaguely hoped that the medicine in this time and space would be more developed and could cure Professor Zu's illness, "I can't cure a good disease, and the doctors here may not be able to cure it." ”

Although Le Zhiwei's voice was low, he spoke very seriously.

Zheng Qiyu's hand knocked on the steering wheel again and again, and said for a while: "Don't worry." ”

In the afternoon, the assistant received a call from Zheng Qiyu.

"Mr. Zheng, do you want to contact Professor Zu's family?"

Dr. Wang was contacted by this assistant before, and he also knew a little about this matter.

He thought to himself, what's wrong with Mr. Zheng, could it be that he really believes in Le Zhiwei?

However, it was impossible for him to say this, although he felt that Zheng Qiyu was confused, he still did what he was told.

Zheng Qiyu put down the phone, closed his eyes, and his eyes were full of scenes in the real room of the university.

At that time, the teacher in the group followed up on an automation project.

There were large sheets of paper on the floor of the room, and they squatted on the ground to draw pictures and arithmetic, so tired that their bodies and legs were so sore that they couldn't support their bodies, and they wanted to pounce forward. Not long after Zheng Qi entered the group, he could always see an old man with gray hair happily lying on the rocking chair in front of the window, and the sun was sprinkled with a big handful, enveloping the old man in it, quiet and peaceful.

The real yàn room where Zheng Qiyu is is is the famous "three nos" real yàn room in the school: there is no air conditioning in summer, no heating in winter, and no IFI in normal times. This makes the brothers who have to rely on air conditioning and IFI in summer and heating and IFI in winter to have the courage to survive.

In the spring, the sun is best in this room, and Professor Zu likes to come here to bask in the sun when he has nothing to do. It is said that this real room used to be Professor Zu's, and later he has been following up on the military's projects, and he doesn't go back to school much, so he leaves it to the group.

After a long time, they became familiar with Professor Zu. In the blink of an eye, it was summer, and the teachers in the group all persuaded Professor Zu not to come over in the summer, but the room was too hot, and I was afraid that the old man would not be able to stand it. Professor Zu still ran to the real room without anything, and in the end, the dean had no choice but to change the air conditioning in the real room.

Everyone laughed and said that they wanted to thank Professor for his "life-saving" grace.

Professor Zu took the four words "relying on the old and selling the old" to the extreme, not only in summer, but also in winter, and also wore reading glasses to play with ipad......

Zheng Qiyu couldn't help but laugh, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were blurred.

How could he want to believe what Le Zhiwei said, what Le Zhiwei said was orderly and reasonable, and there was no way not to let him pay attention to it.

After Zheng Qiyu sent Le Zhiwei back, he thought of the conclusion that Le Zhiwei said that she was using the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, and then contacted a respected Chinese medicine doctor to take a look, and the result was completely consistent with Le Zhiwei.

Only then did he really believe it.

Out of the gate of Professor Zu's house, the Chinese medicine doctor sighed and said, "This vein has been a dead vein since ancient times, and I can't do anything about it." I won't tell you 'Mao Fu' or 'Autumn Death', as far as the severity of the condition is concerned, Mr. Zheng, you can simply understand that it is an advanced stage of liver cancer. ”

Zheng Qiyu said that he would take Professor Zu to the hospital system for a check-up tomorrow and invited him to participate in the consultation of Western medicine.

The Chinese medicine doctor shook his head and said, "I can't do anything, so I won't go to the consultation." In fact, I have never understood how to combine Chinese and Western medicine, Western medicine takes the path of killing 10,000 enemies and self-inflicting 8,000, which is diametrically opposed to the temperament of Chinese medicine. At this time, it will be better to listen to the opinions of one side of the patient's condition. ”

In the evening, Le Zhiwei was relieved to learn that Zheng Qiyu would take Professor Zu to the hospital for examination the next day. While she secretly hoped that the medicine of this time and space could cure this incurable disease, she was also moved by the fact that although Zheng Qiyu had been thinking about it, he finally chose to believe her words.