The old doctor took them into the house, first asked them to go to the tank to get water to wash their faces, and after blowing the cold wind for a while, their bodies were cool, and then they motioned for the two to sit down and checked Cen Jiu's pulse.

The process of diagnosing the pulse was not very smooth, Cen Jiu was born in the dark guard, and his body had automatically developed a defense mechanism, and it took him a long time to finally barely stretch out his pulse wrist to a stranger.

"The young man is very vigilant, is he from a martial arts background?" Dr. Qiao smiled.

In these years, Western medicine flourished, and Chinese medicine declined. When people feel a little uncomfortable, they are used to running to big hospitals, but they don't pay attention to fundamentally improving their physical fitness, and there are too few people who are willing to take care of themselves.

The location of their village is too remote, and few people usually come, but suddenly two strange young people came to seek medical treatment after climbing the mountains for a day, which made him very happy.

Fang Jing squatted on the side, watching Dr. Qiao diagnose Cen Jiu's pulse without blinking, and he didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, hoping that Dr. Qiao could cure the person immediately.

"How's it going?" As soon as Dr. Qiao let go, Fang Jing couldn't wait to ask repeatedly, "Does his body matter?" How do I recuperate? Do you get sick when you're old? Do those injuries hurt? ”

Doctor Qiao withdrew his hand, his face was a little solemn, and he looked at Fang Jing's gaze with deep thought.

"This is your friend, young man?"

"yes." Fang Jing nodded again and again, Cen Jiu is his boyfriend, a boyfriend and lifelong partner who is closer to him than his family in this world.

"A soldier?" Doctor Qiao looked at Cen Jiu's secret wounds, and saw that Cen Jiu's temperament was very cold, and originally wanted to ask him if he was mixed up on the road, but he didn't think it was too similar, so he turned around in the middle and asked if he came out of the army.

Fang Jing's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, I trained too hard, and I didn't pay attention when I went out on a mission, and I was injured, so I took advantage of my time to take him over to see Dr. Qiao, and recuperate while he was young." ”

Dr. Qiao didn't ask any more, and turned to Cen Jiu's condition: "When I was young, I was hurt badly, I looked very strong, and I had a lot of tendons and flesh all over my body, but in fact, I lost a lot of money, and if I don't take care of it well, you will have to suffer after the age of forty." ”

Fang Jing: "......" is also very young now, it's only twenty!

He subconsciously aimed at the sick number who was badly injured when he was young, Cen Jiu's face was indifferent, and his expressionless handsome face did not look like he was twenty years old, he was too old.

"I'll prescribe a prescription, try the medicinal bath today, and finish acupuncture." Doctor Qiao didn't say much, and told Fang Jing to go behind the door to get a hoe and a dustpan.

“？！！” Fang Jing, who was confused, really found a hoe and a handful of baskets behind the door, and wondered in his heart.

What kind of treatment is this, and you still need to use a hoe and a dustpan?

But seeing Dr. Qiao's stern expression on his face, he was embarrassed to ask more.

Dr. Qiao went to the medicine cabinet at the back of the hall to grab the medicine, and Fang Jing ran around behind him with a hoe and a dustpan, and almost tripped when he turned around.

Dr. Qiao: "Why are you following me with a hoe?" ”

"Didn't you ask me to take it?" Fang Jing was more puzzled than him.

"Oh, I saw that you were idle, so I asked you to help me hoe the grass in the vegetable garden, and water the radish seedlings by the way. Originally, I was going to clean up the vegetable garden by myself today, aren't you here, young people should exercise more. Dr. Qiao explained.

Fang Jing: "......"

, is it really good to put on such an upright face and say such things?

Cen Jiu stood up: "Put it first, I'll finish it in a while." ”

"Sit down, didn't you hear that Dr. Qiao is going to give you a medicinal bath and acupuncture in a while?" Fang Jing glanced at him, and after asking where the vegetable garden was, he went to work with a hoe.

Isn't it just cleaning up the garden? When he was a child, he often helped Fang's mother do it.

Although he had made enough psychological hints to himself, Fang Jing was still taken aback when he saw the overgrown vegetable garden of Qiao's family.

Qiao's vegetable garden is not big, only a small part has been sorted out, planted with seasonal radish seedlings, a few ridges of peppers have reached the late stage of growth, the leaves are about to wither, there are a few malnourished small pepper mounds hanging on the branches, and the eggplant tree on the side is also blooming with flowers the size of a fingernail.

As for the winter melon field on the other side -

Hehe, the weeds are all up to the calves.

How long has it been since this was taken care of? Or does Dr. Qiao not care at all, waiting for the family members of patients like them to help him take care of the vegetable garden?

Fang Jing even had such a strange guess in his heart.

However, thinking about the traffic in this village, Fang Jing still felt that he could understand.

Forget it, as long as he can heal Cen Jiu's secret wounds, even if he is a coolie to do farm work for him, it's nothing.

Thinking like this, Fang Jing began to bend down to hoe the grass in resignation. Since he was in high school, Fang Jing has rarely done this kind of physical work, and after only bending his waist for a while, he felt a little unbearable.

Fortunately, Qiao's vegetable garden is not big, adding up to only a few ridges of land, even if you are tired, you can't be tired for a few days.

The back door of Qiao's house was open, and Dr. Qiao saw Fang Jing's back working seriously and nodded.

It doesn't look like a serious person, but it's surprisingly nice!

Over there, Fang Jing was sweating like rain, and Dr. Qiao in the house had already prepared the medicine and asked Cen Jiu to boil the water by himself.

Cen Jiu: "......"

Isn't this old man really a barefoot doctor?

The kind of firewood stove that Dr. Qiao's family still uses, although Cen Jiu has received more than a year of modernization in the Fang family, he still feels very kind about the previous firewood stove or something.

By the time Fang Jing cleared out the two rows of pepper and eggplant that had been flooded with weeds, it was already getting late, and the sky was full of magnificent sunset.

Fang Jing returned to the house with the hoe, Cen Jiu had already started the medicinal bath, and the bath bucket was placed in the hall.

Cen Jiu sat in the bath, his hair was pulled up high, hanging out of the barrel, a long bench was placed on the side of the bath barrel, and Dr. Qiao sat on the bench, holding a long needle glowing with cold light in his hand, and began to prick Cen Jiu's body.

Fang Jing's eyes shrank, the needle was too long, wouldn't it hurt to pierce it? What if I make a mistake?

He secretly took his eyes to look at Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu closed his eyes slightly, the expression on his face unexpectedly relaxed, and his handsome face was steamed red by the heat.

As if sensing his gaze, Cen Jiu opened his eyes and looked at him.

He had just finished hoeing, his trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, and a thick layer of mud was under his shoes, and a few weeds were curled up in them.

Cen Jiu's eyebrows moved, and he wanted to say something, but Fang Jing made a silent movement, signaling him not to move, and not to speak, Doctor Qiao was pricking him with a needle! What if he startled Dr. Qiao by speaking and pierced the wrong place?

He leaned against the door and watched for a while, and after finding that Cen Jiu didn't seem to reject Dr. Qiao from giving him a needle, he retreated again.

He still has two radish seedlings to water!

This is more cheating, there is no running water on the mountain, and Qiao's family does not have a well, so if you want water, you can only go to a small stream halfway up the mountain to pick it, as for the water for eating and cooking, you can go to a mountain spring farther away.

Fang Jing found two large buckets from the kitchen, took the flat pole in the yard, and went to fetch water.

Hey, hey, Fang Jing ran all the way to the halfway up the mountain, filled two buckets of water, and walked to Qiao's house with his burden.

The sky gradually darkened, and there were many trees on the mountain, Fang Jing quickened his pace, rushed to finish watering before dark, and ran to the mountain spring twice, filling the water tank of Qiao's house.

He has been here for so long, except for Dr. Qiao, there is no second person in the Qiao family, and there is only one person in the family who uses the water cup and towel or something. The old man lives alone in the mountains, and he has to do everything by himself, which is also hard work.

After watering the two rows of vegetable fields, Fang Jing was so tired that he sat under the eaves, he didn't want to move for a long time, his shoulders were hot and painful.

He twisted his face and took off his T-shirt, seeing that his shoulders were already starting to red and swollen.

It's squeamish!

Fang Jing touched his nose, blew the mountain breeze for a while, put on his T-shirt, touched the vegetable garden, picked the malnourished eggplants and peppers, cut a handful of leeks, and went to the kitchen to cook.

It's getting dark, Cen Jiu is still taking a medicinal bath, I don't know when it will end, they came early in the morning, climbed the mountain for a day, didn't eat lunch, and there is no small restaurant on this mountain, I don't want to be hungry so I can only do it myself, and I have enough food and clothing.

After Cen Jiu's acupuncture, it was already eight o'clock, and Dr. Qiao's face was tired, looking even more tired than Fang Jing, who had picked up water all morning.

Seeing that the food on the table had been cold, the other party respectfully didn't ask about his own behavior, and Dr. Qiao didn't say anything, just asked Fang Jing to heat the food again.

"What about Cen Jiu?" Fang Jing warmed up the meal and asked impatiently.

"Sleep." Dr. Qiao sat down at the table and ate without raising his head.

Fang Jing ran to see Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu was lying on a simple bed made of a door panel in the hall, his eyes were closed, and he was really asleep, breathing steadily, and he didn't even notice that Fang was close.

It was the first time he had seen Cen Jiu sleeping so deeply, and in the past, whenever someone was close to him within three meters of him, he would definitely open his eyes.

Although this old doctor seems a little unreliable, his medical skills are surprisingly good.

Fang Jing touched Cen Jiu's handsome face, for more than a year, because of eating well and keeping up with nutrition, Cen Jiu has grown a lot, at least on the surface, there is meat on his cheeks, his eye sockets are not as deep as when they first met, the lines on his face look much softer, he compared Cen Jiu's height, and found that Cen Jiu has actually grown taller again.

"Have you eaten fertilizer? I'm twenty years old, and I'm still growing. Fang Jing poked Cen Jiu's face childishly, and said unhappily, "Why are you so tall, you have a simple mind and developed limbs." ”

"Let him sleep." Dr. Qiao came over, closed the curtain, and beckoned him to come to the front.

"Is he alright? How do you sleep so soundly? Fang Jing was a little worried.

"It's usually too tight, but it's like this as soon as you relax." Doctor Qiao glanced at Cen Jiu, and his eyes fell on Fang Jing, "People are very diligent. ”

Fang Jing's face was full of black lines, thinking that what he wanted to ask was not this at all.

"Doctor Qiao, am I really kidney deficient?" Fang Jing held back for a day, and finally Cen Jiu fell asleep, and finally seized the opportunity to ask.

He is only twenty-six today, and his kidney is deficient, which is like a bolt from the blue.

"Premature babies, congenital deficiencies, chills and body cold, can't see it when they are young now, and they will know what it feels like in another ten years."

Fang Jing silently calculated, ten years later, he would only be thirty-six years old, according to what Dr. Qiao said, after he was thirty-six years old, he could only look at Cen Jiu but not touch it?

"But I've always been in good health, and we don't have much sex." Fang Jing was indeed a premature baby, but when he was a child, his family conditions were good, and his foundation was good, he felt that his body had always been very good, except when he was in bed, it was also because Cen Jiu was talented and his body was too good, not because of his kidney deficiency or anything.

Dr. Qiao ignored him and began to write prescriptions under the lamp.

"Your friend's meridians are full of breath, this needle pricking does not have a big impact, I see that you are not people nearby, it is not easy to come to a trip, I will prescribe a prescription for a medicinal bath, go home and soak it every other day according to the prescription, and slowly recuperate and always be able to raise it back."

Fang Jing's thoughts were still swirling around the kidney deficiency, and when he heard the words, he asked again: "What about me?" ”

"Strengthen the foundation, strengthen the body, and control sexual affairs. It is one thing for young people to have a good relationship, but also to be physical, especially the good of Longyang, which is also against the harmony of the sky, so we should pay more attention. The old man opened several prescriptions in a row, handed them to Fang Jing, and said, "I don't have all the medicinal materials here, tomorrow after you go down the mountain, go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine according to this list, it's not a big deal, people are young, as long as you pay attention to it, you can raise it back." ”

Fang Jing: "......"

Then you start to say so strictly, scare people to death, okay!

Also, what kind of moderation is that X-thing, what kind of moderation is it, once a week? Once a month? Or semi-annually?

The old man looked at him strangely: "Just reduce the number of times you usually do, it's better to do it twice a week, no more." ”

Fang Jing was embarrassed to death, and it felt really weird to discuss the frequency of men's sex with an old man who was over half a hundred years old. Don't they all say that the villagers are conservative? The old man Mao looks quite open, and he even accepts Long Yang's goodness so naturally.

Hey, no, he and Cen Jiu are now on average, and they can't sleep at all once a week, although the quality and time of his one time is equivalent to several times for others. Dr. Qiao told them to keep it better twice a week, which means that they didn't sleep enough times?

But if you sleep too much, isn't it more kidney-deficient?

Fang Jing was completely messy.