Compared with the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the land of Mobei is still desolate, and at the height of the camp, four or five people are pointing and saying something in front of them, and a pigeon flies in the air.

"Master Chang, your letter is here again." A big man saw it and shouted.

Chang Yuncheng, who was wrapped in a dark red cloak, wearing a tiger and leopard print military attache uniform, and a layer of green stubble growing on his chin, stopped talking, and his always calm expression fluctuated slightly, and he seemed a little apprehensive.

He confessed his guilt and walked a few steps away, where the guard had already taken the mailbox from the pigeon and handed it to him.

"What do you say about Xiao Chang, the letters at home are so frequent?" The person behind him asked curiously.

"Nosy, you think everyone is like you, hard-hearted, you haven't thought about it after leaving your wife and children for four or five years." The person next to him laughed.

The person who spoke earlier laughed and scolded, and nodded abruptly.

"Xiao Chang kept going back this time, and it is estimated that he planted a son." He smiled and said, "That's why I was so happy and scared to receive the letter, when my wife was born, I was like this." ”

When they said this, they looked at Chang Yuncheng.

Chang Yuncheng had already opened the letter and looked at it again, suddenly his body stiffened, and then he trembled violently, and he couldn't help but let out a howl, which startled the people here.

Looking at Chang Yuncheng again, he clenched the letter in his hand and walked away quickly.

"Looks like it's raw." Everyone laughed.

"And it must be a son." Someone added.

For a while, the atmosphere was cheerful.

"Let's go, let's go, add dinner tonight, the good wine newly sent by the Xuanfu General Army, let's have a good drink." The man in the lead said loudly.

The rules in the army are also strict, especially at this time when the winter and summer are the most likely to be offended, and it is strictly forbidden to drink, and these rough men have no fun staying here. The greatest pleasure was to drink happily, and when they heard the rumors, they all rushed to the camp.

The place where Chang Yuncheng is stationed here is a border town called Baoanzhou, and the place of the border town cannot be compared with the prosperity of the mainland, and the place where it can be seen is dilapidated.

The military camp is on the edge of the state city, and Chang Yuncheng and other generals live in the state city.

When night fell, the atmosphere in the general's hall was warm.

The hall is also dilapidated, the tables, chairs and benches are also miscellaneous, and the smell of food and wine is overflowing at this time.

There were more than a dozen tables inside and out. There were big bowls of meat and vegetables, big bowls of wine, eating one by one, and spilling the wine all over the body.

Although the DPRK and China are not in arrears of food and wages, they still cannot eat better than in the interior. It is rare to encounter a banquet from Shangguan, and everyone eats and drinks with their bellies open.

"Drink, drink, this is a happy thing, and I am the happiest to have a son." Several people surrounded Chang Yuncheng and poured wine.

Chang Yuncheng did not refuse, laughed and laughed bowl after bowl, and soon drank in vain.

"Didn't give birth to a son." He said with a smile.

Didn't give birth? Everyone was stunned, but who cares about this at this time. Just eat meat and drink wine.

"That's when you're pregnant, you'll have to be born sooner or later." Someone said loudly, and without saying anything, he raised another bowl of wine.

Chang Yuncheng took it with a smile and drank it all. He laughed so hard that tears seemed to come out, and at last he stumbled, stumbled and fell on the table. I just laughed, but I couldn't get up.

"Really. How much did you drink now, how did you get drunk like this? Everyone shouted, "Chang Ye has always had a good amount of wine without getting drunk with a thousand glasses." ”

"I know that I am going to give birth to a son, I am happy, what is it when people are happy, how can I say that I am drunk?" Someone said that they wanted to drop a book belt, but they didn't do it.

"Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk." A scribe hurriedly added.

"Yes, yes." Everyone laughed, seeing Chang Yuncheng like this, it was not easy to persuade him again, so they asked the guards to help him in.

Chang Yuncheng was helped up from the table, and refused to leave, reaching out for the wine bowl again, and grabbed one of them.

"Cheers!" He shouted loudly, trembling and raised, his hand already unsteady and half sprinkled.

Everyone was laughing and cheering again, and they all raised their wine bowls.

"Cheers!" Everyone shouted along, and each drank it all.

Chang Yuncheng also drank it, and then laughed and threw the wine bowl on the ground, and fell on the table again.

"Cheers." He muttered again, completely drunk.

Since I learned that it didn't cost anything to deal with some minor injuries, the number of people who came to Qianjintang suddenly increased, and after I came, I found that there was a female doctor, so there were more women who were inconvenient to talk to the male doctor, because they couldn't diagnose the pulse, and there were no various tests to do, Qi Yue was a little busy at first.

"Prescription pulse diagnosis is very important, but as a doctor, there is another medicine that must be added in addition to this." Liu Pucheng said with a smile to Qi Yue, who came and wanted to learn all the skills overnight.

"What?" Qi Yue asked.

"Heart." Liu Pucheng patted his heart and said.

Qi Yue looked at Liu Pucheng and wanted to laugh.

"You're looking more and more like my dad." She muttered that she always loved to give her ideological and political lessons, and she wanted to have surgery with him, but he always nagged and said something else.

However, I can't hear those chatters now.

"Qi Niangzi, I think you have a lot of interest in illness." Liu Pucheng said again.

Isn't that right?

Qi Yue looked at him puzzled, isn't she interested in illness if she wants to treat the disease?

"I mean, it's just the disease, not the person." Liu Pucheng said.

What do you mean?

Qi Yue was even more puzzled.

"When the patient is sick, he will be nervous, nervous and worried, depressed and anxious, and then the liver will damage the kidney and fail, so the old saying will say that the disease is born from the heart." Liu Pucheng said with a smile, "As a doctor who patients trust and rely on, in addition to prescribing medicine for the symptoms, we must also relieve their worries and give them hope for recovery, which is sometimes more effective than medicine stones. ”

Qi Yue sighed, thinking seriously about his words.

In modern hospitals, patients waiting to see a doctor line up at the gate every day, everyone comes in and asks two or three sentences, a list is opened, the examination is checked, the hospitalization is hospitalized, and the patient is chatting? Just kidding.

Qi Yue remembered that in the rural health center, the old dean was holding a large enamel tea jar. Talking to the patients who came to see the doctor was half a day, from when did this leg hurt to be able to keep saying that the piglets at home were stolen and did not dare to tell people that they had not slept for a few days and nights, and they pretended to be fine, in this time, she had seen ten patients.

For the old dean's approach, she felt that it was incredible, what to do with these things that have nothing to do with the disease, she directly attributed the slow pace of life in the countryside, and there were not many medical resources anyway, and she was not afraid of wasting.

"Oh. The reason why his leg hurts must be the root cause of this heart disease, he hasn't slept for a few days and nights, his face is forced to smile, and his heart is depressed. Naturally, the qi and blood are not smooth. Liu Pucheng listened to her hesitant question, and said with a smile after a little silence, "It's not good for him to tell familiar people about these things, let him say it, it is also a solution to the depression, which is naturally good for the disease." ”

That's it.

"Be mindful." Liu Pucheng finally smiled, "Benevolence and benevolence." ”

Qi Yue couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. On the one hand, he felt that Liu Pucheng was right, but on the other hand, he felt that it was different from his own habits, and the next time a woman came to her for consultation, Qi Yue gave it a try.

"Then your heart is beating fast from three years ago. At that time, how did it start? She asked.

The woman in her thirties sighed.

"My man was gone, and my little one was just crawling," she said.

"Oh my God, then your life must be difficult." Qi Yue said with a little sympathy and concern.

The woman nodded. Raise your hand to wipe your tears.

"yes, I wanted to go along." She choked up. "Doctor, you don't know..."

She began to tell the ups and downs of her friendship with the man's childhood sweetheart, and the young man supported each other and depended on each other, Qi Yue listened carefully, did not interrupt and was impatient, and got up and poured her a cup of tea.

“… Can I not want to? It's been so many years.,I can't close my eyes at night.,When I close my eyes, it's as if I can still see him.。。 The woman said.

When she said this, Qi Yue had basically understood.

"Eldest sister, your illness is not serious, because you are too sad in your heart, after so many years, you still haven't come out, so your mood swings are severe, resulting in unstable blood pressure and irregular heartbeat." She sighed and said, holding the woman's hand and patting it, "You have to take medicine, but you also have to think about it, eldest sister, think about it, if you are like this, eldest brother will not be at ease underground." ”

Watching the woman who took the list and went to get the medicine briskly leave, Liu Pucheng, who was standing outside the door, nodded with a smile.

"Master, outside the door." At this moment, a disciple hurriedly ran over, his face slightly flustered.

"How's it going outside the door?" Liu Pucheng asked,

Before he finished speaking, he heard a commotion outside.

“… A healer is benevolent and benevolent, but if such a woman is not virtuous, how can she be a healer? ”

An old voice said outside the door.

Liu Pucheng was just about to lift his feet, but Qi Yue had already passed by with a gust of wind.

"This old bastard has come to the door again." She said.

Outside the door, Old Lady Liu was wearing a long robe, still with neat sideburns like last time, and even the wind couldn't blow his clothes apart, looking at Qianjintang talking solemnly.

More and more people are gathering around.

It's the Qianjin Hall again, and there is a lot of activity in the Qianjin Hall, and the children who are carrying baskets on the street and selling them immediately run over.

“。。 Fresh apricots. ”

“… Quiche, quiche. ”

“… Almond tea soup, big sister come to a bowl. Look at the excitement and defeat..."

The streets suddenly came alive.

“。。 The abandoned woman of the Dingxi Hou Mansion is still practicing medicine in a grand manner, and she is not cultivating her own conduct, how can she talk about saving people? Old lady Liu said, while looking at a woman who had just stepped out of the Qianjin Hall and pulled a small child, "What did Meng's mother move three times for her son?" You brought your child to such a woman's hospital, and you were a mother in vain. ”

The woman was stunned by what he said, and saw that the old man was clearly a scholar, and everyone was very in awe of the reader, and when she heard the words, she was immediately very scared, and her face was red and white, as if she was really not worthy of being a mother.

"Alright, old man Liu, don't pretend to be a good person here." Qi Yue's voice came from the door.

As soon as she heard this voice, Old Lady Liu suddenly became excited, and the people around her were also excited.

The play is called a play only when it is sung on the stage. (To be continued)