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"Uncle, I helped a patient with acupuncture today, and it solved his pain in a few minutes."

"Resolved? You're not going to shoot people to death, are you? ”

"Nonsense, he has low back pain, I will go down with a needle, and my hand will be cured."

"It's obviously **** luck, just your half-tone technique, I don't see your magic hand rejuvenation when Lao Tzu is in pain."

"You're cancer...... How is it possible to stop the pain with acupuncture? Zheng Yichen said this, his expression was a little gloomy, Uncle Qiang had been diagnosed with advanced bone cancer three months ago, and the cancer cells had almost metastasized to the whole body, and there was no way to treat it, and he had to wait for death.

"So if you can't get home, there are some cancer pains that can't be stopped by morphine, which can be stopped with needles. I've seen it with my own eyes. ”

"Really? I guess that's a realm that I can't reach in my life. ”

Uncle Qiang looked at Zheng Yichen and asked lightly, "Do you like being a doctor so much?" ”

Zheng Yichen touched his head and smirked: "You asked me this question a year earlier, or I can't answer it, I just wanted to learn a technique when I first studied medicine, so that I could eat with a mouthful, just as a skill to support my family, not a lifelong career." But after staying in the hospital for more than a year, I have seen so many things about life and death, and I sincerely feel that it is really good to save lives and help the injured. ”

"Yes, I love medical care, I want to be a great doctor, I want to hear the praise of patients, listen to them praise me for my medical skills, say thank you to me after I solve their problems, and I even think about what kind of pose I will pose when they take a photo with me with the pennant with the words "Reincarnation Huatuo" after they recover. ”

Uncle Qiang was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "You are an acupuncture and massage doctor, don't say that you are like a gynecological holy hand." ”

"Uncle! It's rare for me to make such a passionate declaration, can't you let my fire burn for a few more minutes? You have to pour cold water on it to extinguish it. Zheng Yichen was very helpless: this eccentric old man!

"Actually, if you want to be a great doctor, maybe I can help you......"

"Pull it down, don't you want to fool me with the ninth-rate story you used to use the movie to fool me again?"

Zheng Yichen gave him a blank look, Uncle Qiang likes to tell Zheng Yichen about his experiences when he was young, he has rich experience and the plot is incredible, he can be called the name of "contemporary Wesley".

Unfortunately, almost all of the stories he tells have templates to follow, and Zheng Yichen often debunks his diorama, so there are often dialogues similar to the following.

"Once, when we went on an expedition to Antarctica in a group, we were swept by a snowstorm and fell into a cave, which was actually a primeval jungle with long-extinct dinosaurs, and my friends and I were stunned."

"Uncle, how does it sound like the plot of "Ice Age 3"."

"Another time, I went to the Amazon jungle to find a lost ancient ruin, was made out of body by a high-tech machine left by aliens, went to another parallel universe, learned a superpower called the Force, and a little green creature named Yoda, defeated the Sith knights, and saved the peace of the universe."

"Uncle, don't think I haven't watched Star Wars, and you have to choose a classy one to lie."

"Damn! Hollywood is always plagiarizing my life history! One more for you, it's absolutely original. I went to the toilet at the bar that day, encountered a time rift, traveled to fifty years later, and got an old package......"

"Alright, uncle, I'm not interested in listening to it anymore."

Uncle Qiang pressed the cigarette butt to the ashtray and was about to take out another cigarette, but Zheng Yichen hurriedly stopped: "Just one is enough, your body is indeed not suitable for smoking more." ”

Uncle Qiang glared at him, and was about to get angry, but he forcibly pressed it down, stuffed the half-smoked cigarette back into the cigarette case, and smiled dumbly: "I don't know what's good about you kid, I almost don't look down on anyone, so I favor you." ”

"This is called Wang Ba to look at the mung bean, and the eyes are right! I'm not honored for your favor. ”

"Well, you come over to accompany me every week, we have known each other for two years, you have been helping me in the past two years, I don't know how many days I have to live, it's time for me to repay you, say, what wishes do you have, I will help you realize it."

Uncle Qiang's eyes were blazing, and his expression was rare and serious.

Zheng Yichen said jokingly: "I think it's annoying to wear a pair of glasses often, why don't you let me restore my normal vision." Well, just do a laser surgery, it's not expensive, your hometown is rich, and you can definitely afford the price. ”

Uncle Qiang frowned and said: "Laser surgery, this is a safety hazard, if you want to restore your eyesight, I have a way without side effects." ”

"Oh, what is it? Let's hear it. ”

Uncle Qiang was secretive: "You'll know when the time comes." ”

The little old man said that the mystery seemed to be really some exclusive secret recipe, but Zheng Yichen didn't put his words at ease, and changed the topic with him to continue to communicate.

Wait until five or six o'clock, have dinner with him, and then leave, and when leaving, do not forget to tell him to smoke less, drink more water, and make an appointment to come back to visit him next Saturday.

The old man watched Zheng Yichen's figure disappear behind the door, the footsteps gradually faded away, and suddenly let out a long sigh, his eyes through the transparent window glass, fixed on a trace of residual sun half-hidden by the flickering clouds.

He coughed violently a few times, as if to cough out his entire lung, and when the coughing sound disappeared and he raised his head, an inexplicable aura emanated from this old body, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed, and he closed his eyes and listened carefully.

Suddenly, the cramped room reverberated with the sound of "knock, knock", like a high-pitched war drum finally sounding to the end, maybe ten days, maybe ten hours, maybe ten seconds later, and then it was time to end.

It was the sound of his heart beating.

He realized that his life was also dying, and said thoughtfully: "Stinky boy, will I give that thing to you, will it help you or harm you?" ”

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that he hadn't contacted for more than ten years, and after connecting, he roared angrily: "It doesn't matter if you are in Antarctica or Amazon, whether you are killing people or saving people, immediately put down the work at hand and roll over to Lao Tzu, and collect your body!" Then he hung up the phone.

After a few seconds, the phone rang again, and the person on the other end of the phone said helplessly: "Dad, you haven't contacted me for more than ten years, shouldn't you be calm and recount the friendship between father and son?" As soon as you open your mouth, ask me to collect your body. ”

"Why, you're not happy anymore, are you?" Uncle Qiang was thunderous again, if Zheng Yichen was present, he would be amazed that this old man's attitude towards himself and his biological son was simply worlds apart, and even gave birth to the idea of "is this baby Uncle Qiang's biological son".

"Don't dare, don't dare, but you have to report a location, otherwise where will I collect your body?"

It was finally completely dark, and night fell.

Zheng Yichen finally returned home after a busy day.

This house of more than 80 square meters is the asset of his aunt and sister, although it is a bit related to the family, after all, it is not an immediate family, and there is no contact with him.

Her husband was originally a truck driver, but then somehow made a fortune, opened three printing houses in the city, and spent tens of millions to buy a sea-view villa.

The original residence was put aside, not sold or rented, kept cockroaches, and simply lent it to Zheng Yichen, who had just graduated and did not have a tile to cover his head.

The furnishings in the room are simple, and the only thing that attracts people's attention is that there is a pair of carefully framed calligraphy hanging on the wall in the middle of the living room, with four big characters on it: heart and hand!

These four words were written by his grandfather, and the old man was a well-known local figure who had served as the secretary of the village party committee, which is commonly known as "China's lowest leader".

When Zheng Yichen was a child, when he heard his father from a poor background talk about his sad childhood when he had a saury and asked a family of five to eat for a week, his mother would always interject beside him, saying that your grandfather contracted a big fish pond back then, and the fish was so big that I wanted to vomit when I saw the fish when I ate it.

Whenever this happens, he will sigh that the two people who live together, why is the gap between their childhood lives so big!

My grandfather's calligraphy skills were excellent, and people would come to his door every New Year's festival and ask him to write a few couplets and paste them at the door of his house.

These four words can also be regarded as the legacy of the old man.

At that time, he had been seriously ill and lying in bed for more than half a year, and when he heard that his grandson had applied for the Chinese medicine school and learned acupuncture and massage, he struggled to get up, and asked others to take a wolf hair dipped in ink, and wrote the words "heart and hand" on snow-white rice paper in one go, as his grandson's encouragement.

The old man is very knowledgeable, although there are only four words in one sentence, but he has fulfilled the basic ethics of an acupuncture and massage doctor.

Zheng Yichen left his hometown to study in the provincial capital with this ink treasure, but after more than a month at school, his family informed him of his grandfather's death, and he couldn't go back to see him off for the last time, so he ran to the roof of the dormitory and knelt in the direction of his hometown and cried.

From then on, no matter where you settle, the first thing you do when you enter your new home is to hang up this pair of words, observe them every day, and introspect and self-discipline and self-improvement.