Seeing that his father agreed to take his pulse, Xiao Nan smiled and adjusted his breath slightly, then stretched out three fingers and gently put them between his father's wrists.

After frowning slightly for two or three minutes, the brow slowly relaxed, nodded and smiled, and said, "It's similar to what I thought!"

Looking at his son's nodding appearance, his father seemed to be very relieved, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not bad at Chinese medicine, work hard!"

As if Xiaonan nodded, he saw that it was not early, so he handed over the 10,000 yuan to his father and prepared to go back to school.

"Xiao Nan, wait a minute!" Looking at the stack of money handed over by his son, his father reached out and counted out two thousand yuan from the ten thousand yuan, and then handed the remaining eight thousand back, and said: "I can keep two thousand here, Xiaobei is now in his third year of high school, I want to buy some tutoring materials, and I also need to supplement some nutrition and some food expenses;

"Huh?" Xiaonan was slightly stunned, then laughed, and waved his hand: "Dad, don't worry that I still have money in my own hands, and I will be able to earn money every month in the future, you can take this money, Xiaobei will give more living expenses;

With that, Xiao Nan waved his hand out of the hemodialysis room and walked towards the doctor's office.

"Hey Xiaonan is here!" Dr. Huang was sitting at his desk reading a book at this time, and when he saw Xiao Nan coming, he put down the book in his hand and said with a smile.

"Dr. Huang, how is my dad doing?" said Yi Xiaonan as he sat down with a smile.

Speaking of this, Dr. Huang slowly frowned and said, "The situation is okay for the time being, I reviewed the blood routine today, and the anemia has been corrected somewhat, but it is still quite serious, if it goes on like this, I am afraid that I will have to have a blood transfusion next week!"

"Okay, if you want to lose, you can lose!" Yi Xiaonan nodded, and then smiled: "By the way, Dr. Huang, I got a prescription for uremia from a professor a few days ago, I want you to help me take a look, if it's okay, I plan to give it to my dad for a while!"

"A cure for uremia?" Dr. Huang was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, you let me see, if there is nothing in the way, let your father eat it!"

At that moment, Xiao Nan borrowed Dr. Huang's pen and prescription and prescribed a prescription on it.

This prescription was prescribed after Xiao Nan confirmed his father's illness, and with the experience of the reincarnation of Mr. Huang the ninth generation that he inherited, he was confident that in terms of Chinese medicine, there should be no old Chinese medicine doctor in the world who could surpass him.

"White ginseng, atractylodes, astragalus" The doctors in the rural town hospital, most of them are Chinese medicine and Western medicine know some, Dr. Huang took a few glances at this recipe, and knew that it was warm and tonic and the like, which was beneficial to qi and blood, but it was symptomatic, and there was no harm in eating only benefits, so he signed directly on this prescription and handed it to Yi Xiaonan and said with a smile: "Okay, then you can pick up the medicine, but this recipe is only afraid that it will cost dozens of yuan a pair, not cheap!"

"It's okay, thank you!" said Xiao Nan gratefully, and then went outside to find the nurse to get today's bill and went down to pay for the medicine.

handed over the medicine he had grasped for a week to Dr. Huang, and asked him to turn around and give it directly to his father, as if Xiaonan had just ridden back to school, but this time he had just ridden out of the town, and looked at the sky mountain shrouded in clouds and mist next to him, as if Xiaonan had stopped unconsciously under his feet.

Looking at Tianji Mountain, he groaned slightly, looked at the time again, as if Xiao Nan locked the bicycle on the railing on the side of the road, and then turned around and strode towards Tianji Mountain.

Climbing up the mountain in great strides, Xiao Nan, whose physical strength had increased significantly in all aspects compared to before, only took half an hour to stand on the top of the mountain.

It took another ten or so minutes, recalling and searching, and soon found the location of the familiar cave, but at this time, it was vague and seemed to be a little difficult to see the appearance of the cave.

As if Xiaonan didn't go over directly, but looked at the side, and then reached out and picked up a stone the size of a grinding plate next to him and threw it aside.

As the stone was removed, everything in front of him became clear, and the cave hidden behind the vines was also in front of him.

Standing in front of this cave in silence for a long time, Xiao Nan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to open the vines, and slowly walked in......

After a short time, he came out of the cave again, looked at the mouth of the cave under the cover of vines, sighed softly, bowed and moved the stone back, looked at the scene that had once again returned to its vagueness, and strode down the mountain.

In the evening, my father reached out and carefully scooped a large bowl of chicken soup and chicken from the pressure cooker, looked at the remaining half pot of chicken soup, hesitated for a moment, and then scooped two more spoonfuls into the bowl, and then satisfactorily closed the lid of the pressure cooker again.

The remaining half pot can be saved for two meals tomorrow.

"Dad, I'm back!"

A teenager in a school uniform and carrying an old rucksack strode into the house.

The father stuck his head out of the kitchen with a smile on his face, looked at his little son, and smiled mysteriously: "Xiaobei is back to wash his hands and prepare for dinner!"

"Dad, why are you so happy today?" Xiao Bei casually threw his backpack on the chair, went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and helped serve the meal by his side.

"It's so fragrant!" As if Xiaobei reached out and washed two handfuls, he suddenly sniffled, looked at the big bowl on the stove, and suddenly said excitedly: "Dad, you cooked chicken soup!"

"Your brother cooked it!" Listening to the excited voice of the youngest son, it seemed that his father's heart was slightly sour, but Xuan even laughed again and said, "Quick, bring the dishes out, let's start the meal later!"

"Good!"

"It smells so good!"

Watching his son take a big gulp of soup with a bowl, it was as if his father was pity and sour: "Don't eat slowly, there are many more!"

"Dad, it's enough for me to eat this bowl, you can eat too, you are not in good health, you have to eat more!" As if Xiaobei drank the soup in the bowl, pulled out a little meat scrap in the bowl and ate it, he wiped his mouth and put down the bowl with some reluctance.

"Come and eat another bowl, you are the time to grow your body, and there are more in the pot!" Hearing his son's sensible words, the father sighed with satisfaction, reached out and took his son's bowl, scooped another bowl, handed it over, and said, "Drink this bowl, and eat the rest of the father!"

Looking at the bowl of soup handed over by his father, and then looking at the soup bowl on the table, there were still a lot of them, as if Xiaobei continued to eat happily.

Seeing that his son was eating happily, his father smiled with satisfaction, and then drank it himself, feeling the deliciousness of the chicken soup, but the figure of his eldest son was a little emaciated.

"Dad, you drink, you're not in good health, you drink more!" The sleeves of the boy's school uniform were obviously a little shorter, and when he reached out to push the last bowl of chicken soup over, he exposed half of his arm.

looked at his younger son, who was becoming more and more sensible, and then looked at the small bowl of chicken soup pushed over by his son, as if his father's heart was slightly sour, and he shook his head with a smile and said: "Xiaobei, you drink it, Dad has already drunk a lot just now, you are growing your body now, you want to drink more!"

"Dad, I'm already full, I can't eat!" as if Xiaobei touched his stomach hard, which was actually not bulging at all, and exaggeratedly said.

"Dad is also full, so let's do it, half of one person, don't waste it!" as if his father smiled helplessly, reached out and poured some of the small bowl of chicken soup into his bowl, and then served the rest to Yi Xiaobei.

"Okay!" Looking at the remaining half bowl, Xiaobei didn't hesitate anymore and drank happily.

Looking at his son who drank most of the bowl of chicken soup in three or two bites, his father smiled helplessly, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child who is growing up will never be able to fill his stomach, let alone drink chicken soup once a year.

Thinking of this, the father reached out again and gently touched the stack of money in his pocket, and his heart began to settle a little again.