Dongjiang Province, the provincial capital of Tien City.

An old alley in the 80s on the outskirts.

Chen Daohui, director of the Provincial Health Department, stepped on the path paved with bluestone slabs, and while walking into the alley, he asked the secretary: "Old Doctor Song has been living here?" ”

The secretary replied: "That's right, Song Lao was sent to the farm here for renovation in the ten years of turmoil, and although he was later rehabilitated, he insisted on staying here and refused to return to the expert medical team of the central government. Later, many leaders in the province and city came to visit Song Lao, but they were all blown away, saying that they would never treat the official in this life, and until now, no one dares to come to the door. ”

"Alas, it is normal to have some resentment in my heart after suffering such a big grievance back then." Chen Daohui shook his head and said.

The secretary hesitated: "Director, since Song Lao is so stubborn, why do you bother to come to the door to find it?" ”

"My father and Song Lao knew each other when they were young, and before I came to Dongjiang Province to take up my post, he told me to come and visit the deceased when I had the opportunity, and I had to fulfill my obligations." Chen Daohui sighed: "Besides, there is a shortage of traditional Chinese medicine in China today, if you can invite Song Lao to go out of the mountains to take students, it is also a good thing." ”

"Song Lao has a student, who seems to be his grandson."

"I heard that Song Lao has no children and no daughters in his life, where is the grandson?"

The secretary hesitated: "It seems that he adopted it, but the details are not very clear." ”

With that, the two of them had already walked to the depths of the alley.

In a room with a relatively large façade, there were seven or eight small stoves boiling medicines, and in the casserole on the small stove, there was a gurgling sound and a faint smell of herbs, and a woman was sitting at a long table next to it, spreading her hands on the table and giving the pulse to the young man sitting behind the table.

"It should be this young man, but I haven't seen Song Lao." The secretary muttered.

"Let's see."

Chen Daohui slowly walked into the room, approached the table silently, and looked at the young man who was closing his eyes to check the pulse of a woman.

This young man looks like he is in his early twenties, with a refreshing and simple appearance and a sunny and handsome appearance.

"Xiao Che, if you can't do it, let your grandfather come out and take a look, don't be reckless." The woman said with some trepidation.

"Grandpa drank too much last night and hasn't sobered up yet, but don't worry, auntie, I can see the same doctor."

Song Che opened his clear and bright eyes, and after withdrawing his hand, he smiled.

The woman asked, "Then you have taken your pulse for a long time, and you have seen anything?" ”

Generally, when doctors see a doctor for diagnosis, they will first ask the patient about the recent physiological conditions such as appetite excretion, and then make a judgment based on this.

However, Song Che didn't play his cards according to common sense at all, and said straightforwardly: "You either blew the wind or got a cold a few days ago, and then you started to have a fever and a rise in body temperature, but you can't sweat much, and the worst thing is that you feel like you have a headache like a crack, your nose is sticky and thick, and you feel like life is worse than death when you eat, because every time you swallow a mouthful of food, your throat feels so painful, and your mouth is still dry and thirsty, if I am not wrong, since last night, you have started to cough slightly!" Am I right? ”

The woman was stunned for a long time, and then hurriedly exclaimed, "Xiao Che, you are so right! What are you really called...... Out of the blue! ”

Then, the woman said worriedly: "Xiao Che, what is wrong with me, I checked it and said that it may be pneumonia and lung cancer or something......"

Song Che smiled and said two words: "Cold!" ”

“……”

The woman was embarrassed for a while, and finally took out ten yuan for the consultation and prepared to leave.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, grandpa said a few days ago that the consultation fee has risen to 50 yuan." Song Che reminded.

"Why has it risen, for so many years, Song Lao's consultation fee has always been ten yuan." The woman was a little upset.

"I can't help it, grandpa told me a few days ago, saying that a constipated plumber now costs 50 yuan to pass a toilet to people in the city, grandpa thinks that people have to defecate for 50 yuan, and he gives people a stool to the large intestine, and the price can't be lower than the toilet, so the consultation fee has increased."

Song Che sighed, causing the woman to be embarrassed again.

"Forget it, it's been more than ten years old, and this time it's still collected at the original price, not as an example." Song Che said seemingly very generously.

Chen Daohui also saw that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and for the first time in his life, he saw someone actually hook up the toilet to see a doctor.

However, seeing Song Che's medical skills, Chen Daohui was also a little curious, and after the woman left, he said, "Young man, can you show me too?" ”

Song Che raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Daohui, shook his head and said, "You don't need to look at it." ”

"Do you see I'm okay?" Chen Daohui was surprised.

Song Che shook his head again, raised his hand and pointed to the couplet on the wall behind him, and the left and right sides were written in vigorous and powerful italics: Xianda Tianyou, why do you need medicine stones to prolong life; The minister is Fu'an, and Mo Daogui is not healthy.

However, when Chen Daohui looked up again and saw the horizontal batch of the couplet, the corners of his mouth twitched violently again.

I saw four big characters written on it neatly - no dog officer!

Thanks to Chen Daohui's great strength, and knowing Song Lao's antipathy to officials, he tried to calm his heart and hesitated: "How do you see that I am an official?" ”

"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, inquiring, and you have an official spirit, I can see it." Song Che replied: "You better leave quickly, when grandpa knows that there is an official who comes to the door, he will lose his temper." ”

Chen Daohui was secretly amazed by Song Che's medical eyesight, and said unwillingly: "My father and your grandfather are old friends, I made a special trip to visit him, I hope you can go in and report it." ”

Song Che saw that his attitude was quite sincere, thought about it, and said, "Okay, you leave your father's name, and I will mention it to my grandfather later, but his old man is drunk and hasn't woken up yet, why don't you come and see it in the afternoon." ”

The secretary couldn't listen to it anymore, and ordinary people wanted to visit Chen Daohui, but it was very difficult.

But now it's good that Chen Daohui made a special trip to visit a rural Langzhong, and he actually ate such a big closed-door soup.

Just as the secretary was about to go crazy, Chen Daohui waved his hand at him in time, signaling him not to be impatient: "Okay, I'll come back another day." ”

Then, Chen Daohui said his father's name and turned around and went out.

After taking a few steps, the secretary said, "Director, this is too unusual." ”

"This kid, like his grandfather, is quite interesting."

Chen Daohui smiled with emotion, and then advised: "Go and check this young man's resume immediately, maybe I will lose Sangyu and gain the east corner this time." ”

……

After the others left, Song Che closed the door of the house, returned to the courtyard behind the house, and said to the old man who was dozing on the recliner with a wine gourd: "Grandpa, another dog official came to the door just now, and said that his father and you are an old man." ”

The old man didn't open his eyes, but just spit out wine and muttered, "I'm hungry, hurry up and cook rice." ”

Seeing this, Song Che didn't say anything more, walked to the kitchen counter in the corner of the courtyard, picked out a crucian carp from the water tank, threw it on the cutting board, and picked up the kitchen knife.

At this time, Song Lao said in the back: "I heard that Lao Ling's guy recommended you to work in the hospital in Yunzhou?" ”

Lao Ling is Professor Ling, Song Che's supervisor of a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine at Dongjiang University, and a well-known expert in traditional Chinese medicine in Dongjiang Province.

But this mentor is only nominal.

In medicine, Song Che was completely taught by his grandfather, and even Professor Ling himself said that he was only worthy of Song Lao as an assistant.

Recently, Song Che had just graduated with a doctorate, and Professor Ling recommended Song Che to go to a hospital in Yunzhou for an internship, which happened to be short of talents in traditional Chinese medicine.

"Well, but I don't want to go." Song Che didn't look back.

"You've learned, it's time to go out and practice."

"I'm leaving, and no one knows when you're drowning in a vat."

"Stinky boy, what grandson curses his grandfather like this!"

Song Lao scolded, but his eyes showed a little warmth, he was silent for a while, and said: "Go, just go to Yunzhou to verify your life experience, don't you want to find your biological parents." ”

"Yes, of course."

Song Che said as he raised the knife and removed the fish scales, and the sharpness of the technique was exquisite, comparable to that of a carving master.

"If I do find them one day, I will give them a thoracotomy to see how their hearts grow."

When he said this, Song Che's face was extremely calm, and he held a kitchen knife in his hand, dismantling the fish into eight pieces.

He was abandoned outside the alley shortly after he was born, and was picked up and raised by Song Lao.

According to Mr. Song, he was wearing a bracelet with his date of birth written on it and that he had given birth at the Yunzhou People's Hospital.

Therefore, no matter what hardships his biological parents had for abandoning him back then, Song Che's resentment was understandable.

"Then you should untie this knot."

Song Lao laughed when he heard this, raised the gourd and drank a sip of rice wine, burped, and said: "Besides, you can't always nest in this small alley, remember, if you don't want to be a fish on the chopping board, you have to swim hard in the sea, so that you can control your own destiny." ”

"Grandpa, if you eat fish today, don't pour chicken soup on me." Song Che said.

"Okay, grandpa won't fill it in the future."

Song Lao looked at his grandson's back, his drunken face was full of love, pride, and a trace of indescribable reluctance.

The old man took another sip of wine, looked up at the sky above the courtyard, and muttered softly: "Tomorrow is bright, how many tomorrows?" There is a saying that there are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, and there are no flowers and empty branches. There is wine today and drunk today, and Mo Liu's grave will be scattered tomorrow......"

After saying this, Song Lao slowly closed his eyes again, and there was no sound anymore.

Song Che thought that his grandfather was asleep again, but after half a ring, he suddenly noticed something, and suddenly turned around, and found that the old man had no snort, and his face was no longer angry!

"Bang!"

The kitchen knife fell to the ground.

Song Che also knelt on the ground.

……

A week later, Song Che finished his grandfather's funeral, and when he was sorting out the relics, he found a suicide note.

The day after reading the suicide note, he bought a bullet train ticket and took the shuttle bus to Yunzhou.