"Qin Huairu, are you staying in the old man's house and sleeping on the same bed as him?”
Silly Zhu widened his eyes.
It was unbelievable.
"What else? You want me to sleep on the ground in such cold weather?”Qin Huairu rolled her eyes.
Actually, she regretted it the moment she said it.
For some reason, she blurted out.
"Of course you can't sleep on the ground. Can't that old man sleep on the ground?”
Silly Zhu asked weakly.
A young lady and a hundred-year-old man were sleeping on the same bed.
Moreover, this young lady was the person he liked.
Silly Zhu felt awkward thinking about it.
"Do you have any conscience?" When Qin Huairu heard this, she turned her head and glared at Silly Zhu as she questioned him.
"He kindly took me in, and I let him sleep on the floor?”
"Besides, a hundred-year-old man sleeps on the ground. If anything happens to him, can you bear the responsibility?”
Qin Huairu asked three times.
Silly Zhu was a little confused." Even so, we can't sleep on the same bed. This…this, this is ridiculous."”
"Then I'll sleep at your place."
Qin Huairu said in a bad mood.
"Eh?"
Silly Zhu was stunned.
Then, a wretched smile appeared on his face.
"We'll have to sleep in the same room after we get married. I'm afraid we can't do it now.”
"What are you thinking about? Who wants to marry you?”
"A toad lusting after swan meat."
"Get lost."
Qin Huairu quickened her pace, not wanting to bother with this silly die anymore.
"Look, talk nicely. Why are you angry?”
Silly Zhu quickly chased after him.
They stopped talking about this topic.
Actually, he had thought of bringing the old man over to his house and letting Qin Huairu stay at the old man's house.
But Silly Zhu didn't dare to say it.
On second thought, the old man was already so old. It would be so sad if he died in his own house.
His house was going to be his wedding house.
Forget it.
So be it if they slept on one bed!
He was an old man.
He couldn't do anything.
She heard from others that there were not many blankets in the countryside, and the whole family was squeezed on the same bed in the middle of winter.
He would treat the old man as an elder of Qin Huairu's family.
"Why are you still following me?”
Qin Huiru saw Silly Zhu sticking to her back like a plaster.
This made her feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, Qin Huairu, why don't you know how to be kind? If it weren't for me, you would have gotten lost today.”
"I, He Yuzhu, don't care about petty people. I'm usually warm-hearted. Look at you, a girl. This is your first time entering the city.”
"Let me be your escort today.”
"I'll lead the way for you and carry things for you. You can be so beautiful. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have the luck.”
Silly Zhu took two quick steps forward and overtook Qin Huiru. He retreated and looked at her.
His tone sounded as if Qin Huiru had gotten a huge advantage.
After hearing this.
Qin Huairu wanted to reject him.
However, on second thought, he had bought a lot of things today. It would be difficult for him to finish them all by himself.
It was better to let Silly Zhu be a coolie.
"Alright, follow me if you want.”
"Alright."
Hearing Qin Huairu relent, Silly Zhu shouted proudly.
It was not easy to get this opportunity.
He had to perform well today.
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In the city of Sijiu.
An old car was parked beside a two-story bungalow.
This was Factory Manager Yang's home.
After he was transferred to the factory manager, he was assigned a house. Originally, an enemy spy family lived here.
"Old sir, let's get out of the car."
Manager Yang glanced at Song Qingshan, who was resting with his eyes closed. He felt very strange.
This was the first time he had ever sat in a car in his 100 years of life.
There was actually no discomfort at all.
Or maybe he was curious.
Factory Manager Yang was very surprised. Along the way, he wanted to introduce the benefits of the small car to him.
In the end, he didn't even ask.
Once she sat in the car, she looked calm and collected.
This made Manager Yang very uncomfortable.
He did not reveal his sense of superiority.
Zhang Yilin got out of the car and carefully supported Song Qingshan.
"What lousy car? Its performance is too low. It's better to ride a bicycle.”
Song Qingshan muttered.
"What did you say, sir?" Manager Yang didn't hear it clearly, but judging from the old man's expression, it shouldn't be anything good.
"I'm fine."
Song Qingshan waved his hand.
Factory Manager Yang did not ask any more questions and led a few people into the house.
In a side room.
Song Qingshan saw the patient.
A person who was less than 60 years old, bedridden, and skinny.
It was almost out of shape.
Moreover, it was obvious that his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted.
This was the typical aftereffect of a stroke.
When he saw the few of them enter, he did not say a word and his eyes were indifferent.
It was as if he had seen through life and death.
"Father, this is Old Mister Song, a famous old miracle doctor in our city. He asked him to come over today to treat you.”
"Oh, go ahead."
Father Yang replied calmly.
The moment he opened his mouth.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Factory Manager Yang's wife stood at the side with a towel and quickly wiped it off.
She had already served him for half a year.
He was already used to it.
"Hey, old man, don't blame my father for being like this. He's a strong-willed person all his life. In the end, he got paralyzed when he was only in his fifties. He was defeated in an instant and didn't have the heart to do anything.”
Manager Yang sighed helplessly.
"Understandable."
Song Qingshan didn't mind.
People who were seriously ill would be like this once they saw no hope.
He felt like he had no hope left.
"Let me take your pulse first."
Song Qingshan walked to the bedside, and Manager Yang's wife quickly brought a stool over.
"Old sir, please take a seat."
Song Qingshan sat down and picked up Father Yang's dry arm, almost unable to feel his pulse.
"There's a lack of blood circulation, a weak pulse, and excessive blood stasis in the body.”
Song Qingshan took his pulse for a while.
His expression was solemn.
Factory Manager Yang's father's illness was far more serious than he had imagined.
"Old sir, can my father recover?”
Manager Yang asked anxiously.
"It's hard to say for the time being."
"Let's do the acupuncture first."
Song Qingshan glanced at Zhang Yilin.
"Master, needles."
Zhang Yilin was very observant. He quickly handed the sterilized needles to his master, Song Qingshan.
Then, he stood at the side and watched carefully.
Song Qingshan took the needles.
He then said to Zhang Yilin," This is a lost acupuncture technique. Look at it carefully. How much you can comprehend will depend on your luck."”
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