Song Qingshan bent his body slightly.
He looked a little hunched.
He was wearing a tattered black cotton-padded jacket and looked no different from an old beggar.
However, under this seemingly old appearance.
However, there was a body that did not match his age, and the cold wind was cold.
Song Qingshan's face was flushed.
He was in high spirits.
He could immediately straighten his back and walk forward with big strides.
But that would be too shocking.
If they were to go to a strange place, it would not be in the city, and it would not be staying in the Red Star Courtyard.
No one knew his true age.
Song Qingshan didn't need to pretend like this.
But now, in order to not attract too much attention, Song Qingshan could only do this for the time being.
At eight o'clock in the morning.
The bell rang in the rolling mill.
Song Qingshan was not late.
He entered the infirmary on time.
"Master, I thought you were joking yesterday. You really came to work.”
Song Qingshan had just entered the infirmary.
Zhang Yilin went up to him, his eyes filled with surprise and joy.
He didn't take the old man's words seriously.
He was already so old.
Why did he come to work in the factory?
Zhang Yilin thought that his master was acting on a whim or that he knew that his days were numbered.
He was just here to take a look.
Zhang Yilin was prepared to get off work early today and carry his things to the courtyard house to accompany the old man.
He didn't expect her to really come to work.
"When did Master lie? Is my coat ready?”
Song Qingshan said lightly.
The workers in the factory all had work clothes.
The infirmary was also given a white coat. The one that Song Qingshan had worn two years ago had been left in the infirmary ever since he decided not to go to work.
"Xiao Tian, go to the purchasing department and get a coat for the old man.”
"Forget it, I'll go by myself. You don't know what size the old man wears.”
Zhang Yilin was about to instruct one of the nurses.
He went to the Purchasing Department.
After thinking about it, it was more appropriate for him to go alone.
"Master, wait here. I'll go get it for you.”
"Go ahead."
Song Qingshan nodded.
Zhang Yilin didn't stay any longer and immediately strode to the purchasing room.
Song Qingshan didn't just wait.
After Zhang Yilin left.
He came to a small room with excellent lighting in the medical room.
This was his Chinese medicine room.
It was only a dozen square meters in size, and there was a table and an armchair in the room.
Behind the chair was a row of wooden shelves.
There were some common Chinese medicinal herbs on the market scattered on it.
Song Qingshan sat on the armchair.
Although the house was simple and crude, it was still bright and clean.
There was not a speck of dust on the table.
It was obvious that she cleaned frequently.
From this point, one could see Zhang Yilin's respect for this half-master.
"Old Master, it's cold. Drink a cup of hot water to warm your body.”
Song Qingshan had just sat down.
A nurse came in with a cup of hot water.
There were two nurses in the infirmary.
The person who delivered the tea was surnamed Tian.
He was quite bold and was usually eccentric.
"Put it on the table."
Song Qingshan knocked on the table.
The little girl stuck out her tongue and carefully placed the teacup on the table.
Towards this old man who was dignified without being angry.
She was still a little afraid.
However, after putting down the cup, the little girl did not leave. Instead, she mustered up her courage and asked Song Qingshan curiously,""Old Master, are you really 100 years old?”
"After you came yesterday, the factory was abuzz with rumors that you lived for more than 100 years. I went home and told my parents, but they didn't believe me.”
The little girl said with some grievance.
"I can't remember if it's 99 or 100.”
Song Qingshan raised his head and glanced at the little girl. She was quite good-looking, but she was far from Qin Huairu.
"Ah, it's true."
"Then I'll have to call you ancestor."
The little girl was shocked.
He was only 18 years old this year. Even if the old man was 99 years old, there was still a difference of 81 years.
Nearly a century had passed.
Several generations.
"Don't be restricted by the way you address me. Just call me whatever you want." Song Qingshan waved his hand.
The chatterbox opened.
Next, the little girl chattered like a tireless sparrow and asked a few more questions.
Song Qingshan answered them one by one.
He gradually became familiar with the little girl.
Another nurse.
He was timid.
She only dared to lean against the door and eavesdrop.
About ten minutes later.
Zhang Yilin returned to the infirmary from the purchasing department with a brand new white coat.
However, he was the one who left.
But he brought someone back.
It was a middle-aged man with a pair of glasses.
"Master, this is Factory Manager Wang, the new factory manager who was transferred here in the two years you were away.”
"He came over to see you."
Zhang Yilin introduced.
"Old sir, your name is like thunder in my ears.”
Manager Yang shouted with a smile.
Since yesterday, the factory had been talking about some living immortal old divine doctor.
As the director of the rolling mill.
Naturally, he had heard of it.
However, seeing him in person was not as good as seeing him in person.
Factory Manager Yang was a little disappointed.
This was completely different from the godly doctor he had imagined.
"Yes, what illness do you have?"
Song Qingshan had seen this Factory Manager Yang in the original novel. His work ability was mediocre.
But he knew how to deal with the world.
In the original novel, she often treated people to meals and even managed to get close to a big leader.
However, in a special era.
The outcome was worse.
However, he was not a bad person.
"You're asking me what's wrong?"
When Manager Yang heard Song Qingshan's question, his expression froze and he muttered in his heart.
What kind of doctor would ask about his illness right away?
If you know what kind of illness it is, why do you need a doctor?
The old man must be confused.
"Master, Factory Manager Yang didn't come back to treat himself. He wants you to treat his old father.”
He felt the strange atmosphere.
Zhang Yilin explained.
"Oh, then what's wrong with your father?" Song Qingshan said.
"Pfft-"
As soon as Song Qingshan finished speaking, the young nurse surnamed Tian could not hold it in anymore.
She burst out laughing.
This old man.
When he was serious, he did not get angry.
In fact, he was just an old naughty child.
"Little Tian." Zhang Yilin glared at the little girl.
The little girl quickly held back her laughter.
Factory Manager Yang's expression was a little ugly." Old Sir, how can you ask such a question?”
"The most important thing for a doctor is to be rigorous.”
"Especially in front of patients. A single wrong word can put them under tremendous psychological pressure.”
"Seeing a doctor and treating a disease may sound like a word difference, but in reality, there is a world of difference.”
" Western medicine uses instruments to 'see' a patient, while Chinese medicine relies on looking, smelling, asking, and cutting. Although it's different, only after 'seeing' the focus of the disease can it be treated.”
"You asked me to treat your father's illness. Clearly, you've already 'seen' it. Is there a problem with what I asked?”
Song Qingshan explained unhurriedly.
A few words.
Zhang Yilin felt ashamed.
"It's just two simple words, but it hides so much knowledge. The old master has taught his disciple another lesson.”
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