"Will it work?" Qi Zhiqiang looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously.

It's not that Qi Zhiqiang doesn't want to believe Wang Chong, but Wang Chong's age is too young, and the two have been married for many years, Qi Zhiqiang can be regarded as watching Wang Chong grow up.

Although Wang Chong has changed a lot in recent years, Qi Zhiqiang can be regarded as more or less a scholar, a soldier, although he has not seen much, but there are still some, Chinese medicine is broad and profound, and the average person's perception of Chinese medicine doctors is that the older he is, the whiter his hair is, and the higher his medical skills.

At Wang Chong's age, not to mention that the milk smell has not dried, but in people's impressions, he is by no means a doctor with superb medical skills.

"Anyway, you're going to give up, so it's better to break the jar and let me try!"

"What if there is hope?" Wang Zhong smiled and looked at Qi Zhiqiang confidently.

As if infected by Wang Chong's self-confidence, the apprehension in Qi Zhiqiang's heart and the fear of death dissipated a lot, and hope rekindled in his eyes: "Can it really work?" ”

Looking at Wang Chong, at this moment, in Qi Zhiqiang's eyes, which had been shrouded in death and despair, a cluster of flames symbolizing hope was burning as faintly as a firework burning a match.

"If you can't do it, you'll know if you try it!" Wang Chong looked at Qi Zhiqiang's eyes, the eyes of the two met in mid-air, looking at Wang Chongping and the surging confidence in his eyes, Qi Zhiqiang somehow, the originally complicated and tangled mood gradually calmed down.

"You're right, it's already this point anyway, you'll know if you can try it or not." As he spoke, the sorrow hidden in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a light smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Here, have a drink!" Qi Zhiqiang raised his glass at Wang Chong, and his mood was already much better.

Wang Chongdao: "Starting tomorrow, take at least an hour every day to come to me." ”

"And wine, after drinking this glass, you have to start quitting drinking."

"Wine is the most hurtful to the body, you have to preserve the vitality in your body as much as possible now, and the affairs of men and women can not continue!"

"It's better not to do too much work."

"Forehead ......"

Qi Zhiqiang handed the wine glass to his lips just there, hurriedly removed his eyes, avoided Wang Chong's gaze, and drank the wine in the cup with a little embarrassment.

"I see!"

The things about men and women in Wang Chong's mouth naturally refer to intercourse, how could Qi Zhiqiang not feel embarrassed when a young man in his early twenties like Wang Chong said such things to a person in his early forties like Qi Zhiqiang.

The old face is inevitably a little hot, and I don't know how to put it.

After that, until now, Qi Zhiqiang has insisted on coming to Wang Chong's side for treatment, from the beginning of coming every day to the current once every three days.

In addition to the set of Taoist health eight-section brocade taught by Wang Chong himself every day, Qi Zhiqiang can clearly feel that his body is gradually getting better.

Although the process is not fast, the effect can be felt.

With more and more contact with Wang Chong, the relationship between the two is getting better and better, and Qi Zhiqiang's perception of Wang Chong is also quietly changing.

Sanli put the schoolbag away, picked up the broom, cleaned the front hall, looked up at the big clock hanging on the wall from time to time, and when the time came, she hurried in and woke up Qi Zhiqiang who was lying on the hospital bed.

"Sanli? It's you! When he opened his eyes and saw Sanli standing at the head of the bed, Qi Zhiqiang's face suddenly showed a smile.

Basically, every time Sanli woke herself up, Qi Zhiqiang was used to it.

"Uncle, how are you feeling?" Sanli asked with concern.

In the past few years, Qi Zhiqiang has been running over for two days to let Wang Zhong treat, Sanli is not a fool, how can he not guess what happened.

"Very good!" Saying that, Qi Zhiqiang wanted to get up, but Sanli hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Uncle, I'm not old yet, I don't need to help!" In front of the children, Qi Zhiqiang will always be that gentle and kind appearance.

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"Uncle is ahead!" Sanli helped clean up the hospital bed.

Qi Zhiqiang didn't stop him, took his coat, and walked out of the ward to find Wang Chong.

"Did you sleep well?"

Seeing that Qi Zhiqiang's face was getting brighter, Wang Chong's face couldn't help but show a smile, which showed that his treatment effect was not bad, and in the past few years, although he had not been able to completely cure, Qi Zhiqiang's body was getting better and better, and his spirit was also very refreshing.

There is a saying in traditional Chinese medicine that illness comes like a mountain falls, and illness goes like a thread.

Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed broad and profound, but it is not as magical as it is said in those movies and televisions, in fact, Wang Chong's treatment is only an auxiliary, and the most important thing is Qi Zhiqiang's mentality.

Wang Chong's main thing is to constantly help Qi Zhiqiang regain his confidence, pick up his expectations for life and the future, and then supplement it with medicine and acupuncture, first to curb the spread of the disease, and then solve it little by little.

Facts have proved that Wang Chong's psychotherapy method is very effective.

And there is another point, the five brothers and sisters of the Qiao family, with Wang Chong and Ma Suqin taking care of them, saved Qi Zhiqiang a lot of effort, so that he would not be like the original plot, not only to take care of his own family, but also to take care of them, and finally became exhausted and couldn't afford to get sick.

"Very good!" Qi Zhiqiang also showed a smile on his face: "I slept very comfortably!" ”

"That's a good sign!" Wang Chongdao: "After you go back today, you can change it to come back in a week, and you can just take one day a week to come over in the future, but you must remember to take the medicine I prescribed to you on time." ”

Qi Zhiqiang said: "Don't worry, you can't forget it!" ”

Wang Zhong said again: "With your current physical condition, you can resume sexual intercourse appropriately, but not too often, no more than three times a week!" ”

"It's better to do it once or twice······"

As Wang Chong spoke, Qi Zhiqiang felt that his old face was a little red, but fortunately, he had more contact with Wang Chong, and he also knew that Wang Chong did not mean to joke with him, but was telling himself seriously, so although he was a little embarrassed, Qi Zhiqiang still pricked up his ears and listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.

After all, Qi Zhiqiang is only in his early forties, and he is in the prime of life, if it weren't for his physical reasons, this would still be the time when the dragon spirit and tiger are strong.

In a few years, it really starts to go downhill.

Seeing that Qi Zhiqiang didn't speak, Wang Chong also knew that he was embarrassed, so he couldn't help but smile, and pretended to be serious: "That's all for now, remember to come over for regular checks." ”

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, Qi Zhiqiang thanked him and hurriedly left.

Just kidding, one Wang Chong said it's okay, and there is another Sanli, which is about to come out, Wang Chong's words, if Sanli hears them, then Qi Zhiqiang, the uncle, will not find a crack in the ground to get into.

Not long after Qi Zhiqiang left, at half past five, with the help of Sanli, the door was closed, and the uncle and nephew pushed the bicycle and rushed home unhurriedly.

"Uncle!"

On the way, Sanli turned her head to look at Wang Chong: "How long will it take for my uncle's illness to get better?" ”

is different from his father Qiao Zuwang's selfishness, Qi Zhiqiang is the same person as Wang Chong, so that Sanli and Yicheng can feel their father's love from their bodies.

The children can also clearly feel that Qi Zhiqiang's concern for them is sincere.

"Your uncle's illness is a bit troublesome, and it will take about two or three years of work!" Wang Chong didn't say too much, after all, the time has not come, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment.

And the symptoms are not set in stone forever.

"Uncle!" Sanli suddenly looked at Wang Zhong very seriously, and said, "You must cure your uncle!" Uncle is a good man! ”

Wang Zhong pushed the bicycle with one hand, rubbed Sanli's head with the other, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will do my best." ”

"Thank you! Uncle! Sanli suddenly stopped, still saying with a serious face.

"That's it!" Wang Chong also stopped, beckoned Sanli and said, "What are you polite to your uncle, hurry back, your second brother and Aunt Suqin should have already prepared the meal!" ”

Ma Suqin went home early at half past four, helped Erqiang wash and clean up the vegetables, and assisted Erqiang in cooking.

Now Erqiang is the chef of the family, although the dishes he cooks are far inferior to Wang Chong, but in terms of the mastery of the heat, he is not inferior to Ma Suqin, who has been immersed in the kitchen for many years.

Moreover, Ma Suqin is a native of the Northeast, and the taste of cooking is more inclined to the taste of the Northeast.

However, life was really hard in the past few years, and it was already very good to eat and be full, who still had the leisure time to pick and choose.

Sanli had a bright smile on her face, and her uncle and nephew looked side by side in the direction of home.

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Wang Chong looked at the young man in front of him with some surprise, and said that there was something wrong with the young man, because this person was much older than Wang Zhong, at least thirty years old.

The literary quality is polite, the temperament is elegant, and there is a bookish atmosphere on the body, which makes people feel refreshing and hurried when they look at it.

"You're Mr. Aoyama?" Wen Qinghua is admired, he was a teacher of the Jinling Normal Literature Department, because of his spare time, he likes to read some literary works, and by chance, he came into contact with Wang Chong's "Hexi Corridor" and "The Rise of a Great Power", and he greatly appreciated Wang Chong's literary brilliance and admired Wang Chong's sophisticated pen power.

Especially after knowing that Wang Chong was a native of Nanjing, it took a lot of effort and a lot of connections to find out Wang Chong's address and come here.

But looking at the young and somewhat excessive Wang Chong in front of him, Wen Qinghua really found it difficult to connect Wang Chong with the writer Qingshan in his mind.

"Mr. Aoyama, a famous writer who wrote "Hexi Corridor" and "The Rise of a Great Power"?" Wen Qinghua confirmed with Wang Chong again.

"That's supposed to be me!" Wang Zhong replied with a smile, not unhappy because of Wen Qinghua's questioning.

"My name is Wang Chong, this ······· What do you call a gentleman? Wang Chong was still smiling and took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

"Oh~~~" Wen Qinghua hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Wang Chong: "My name is Wen Qinghua, I like your works very much, and there happened to be a classmate who worked in one of the magazines where you published your works, so I inquired about your address, thinking of visiting and seeing your true face of Lushan." ”

"I didn't expect it······ I didn't expect ······"

Wen Qinghua suddenly was a little speechless, mainly because the impact of Wang Chong's youth was a little bigger.

"I didn't expect me to be so young!" Wang Zhong leaned sideways and said, "Mr. Wen, come into the house and sit!" ”

Wang Chong introduced people into the house and served freshly brewed hot tea, Wen Qinghua was a little uncomfortable and unaccustomed.