Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

When Xu Yang learned the news, he was suddenly confused.

It was Cao Dehua who told Xu Yang that as the most promiscuous social butterfly, he is now responsible for the construction work of the new hospital area, so he runs here every day.

Cao Dehua also lamented: "Oh, it's really a pity that another master of traditional Chinese medicine is missing. But Mr. Deng is more than a hundred years old, so he is already very old."

Xu Yang's expression slowly became dull, and then he closed his eyes.

Cao Dehua sighed twice and quickly changed his mood. He had never met Mr. Deng and had no feelings for him. He was just saddened by the death of a highly respected Chinese medicine expert.

Cao Dehua was about to tell Xu Yang about the construction here. Before he could say anything, he turned his eyes and saw the look of sadness on Xu Yang's face.

Although Xu Yang closed his eyes and although there was not much expression on his face, Cao Dehua could still clearly see the grief radiating from Xu Yang.

Cao Dehua was stunned at that time.

what's the situation?

Is Xu Yang so sad?

I have never heard of Xu Yang going to Guangdong before. He should have no contact with Mr. Deng. This sadness...why is he so sad?

Cao Dehua suddenly began to doubt himself again, whether his performance was not serious enough. Dear mother...what's going on!

"Tuk-tuk-tuk..." There was a knock on the door.

The door was pushed open, and a person came in, it was Sun Ziyi.

"Hey, Dr. Sun, hello, hello." Cao Dehua was very polite to his grandson Yi. He had to respect his grandson Yi in every aspect. When it comes to medical skills, people have the level of provincial experts, let alone when it comes to background.

Sun Tzu Yi ignored Cao Dehua at all. He ran directly in with tears streaming down his face.

Cao Dehua was stunned.

Sun Tzu Yi choked and said: "Mr. Deng... passed away..."

Cao Dehua was dumbfounded, his feelings were so deep.

"I know." Xu Yang's voice was trembling. When he opened his eyes again, Xu Yang's eyes were already red, and the corners of his eyes were sparkling.

Only then did Cao Dehua finally confirm that he was indifferent. Look at how full of emotions he has. My dear mother, no wonder I have been around for so long and am still the deputy director of a small department in the county. This is obviously a sign of emotional weakness, which affects one's official career!

Cao Dehua pinched his flesh so hard that his face throbbed with pain, but he couldn't hold back his tears. Why is this so difficult...

Xu Yang breathed out slowly, barely calming down, and then said to Cao Dehua: "Director Cao, please go out first, I will talk to Sun Zi Yi."

Cao Dehua looked up at the two of them, and he felt like he was being excluded. Then he quickly lowered his head, thinking about the saddest thing in his mind, and then pretended to choke: "Yes, you guys express my condolences."

Xu Yang also looked at Cao Dehua with some surprise, and asked, "Have you ever met Mr. Deng?"

Cao Dehua shook his head and said sadly: "There is no intersection, but the Chinese medicine world has lost such a leader, and the Chinese medicine world has lost another leader. How can it not be sad!"

Sun Tzu Yi also looked at Cao Dehua with a lot of goodwill in his eyes.

Xu Yang also nodded.

Cao Dehua thought for a while and then said: "How about I organize a memorial service? Then launch an activity to learn the spirit of the old Chinese medicine practitioners, so that our future generations of Chinese medicine practitioners can inherit the footsteps of our predecessors and move forward again."

At first, Cao Dehua was a little pretentious, but later on, what he said was quite sincere.

Xu Yang thought for a moment and felt that it was a good idea to handle it this way. He would not be involved in these activities, and Cao Dehua still needed to handle them. So, Xu Yang said, "Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you, Director Cao."

Cao Dehua was immediately shocked and said excitedly: "I'm going to do it now, and it will be done well!"

After finishing speaking, Cao Dehua strode out facing his grandson Yi's approving eyes.

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After Cao Dehua went out, his grandson Yi Cai sat down in front of Xu Yang. He sighed, with a sad face, and said, "Xu Yang, I had a long dream last night."

Xu Yang looked at his grandson Yi.

Sun Tzu Yi shook his head, feeling a little depressed: "But after I woke up, I couldn't remember what I dreamed about. I just felt that a long, long time had passed, and it seemed wonderful. Later, I heard the news of Mr. Deng's death."

"I'm very sad. I can't control my emotions and tears. I should be sad, but I don't know why I am so sad. It's like losing the most respectable elder."

"Then I came to find you, but I didn't even know that I was coming to find you. Why did I come to you? I even felt that I was confused."

Sun Tzu Yi covered his face with his hands.

Xu Yang didn't know how to answer for a while, so he just shook his head.

Sun Tzu Yi took a few long breaths and managed to calm down. He asked, "By the way, how is my master?"

Xu Yang said: "It's okay. I don't know if I'm at home."

Sun Tzu Yi frowned and said, "It wouldn't be a good idea to let him stay at home alone as an old man, right?"

Xu Yang thought for a moment and said, "That's right. Why don't we find an office here and ask Mr. Gao to come over too."

Sun Tzu Yi was stunned and said: "My master has stopped the clinic."

Xu Yang said: "I didn't ask him to treat the disease. I just came here to do whatever I wanted, read books, sort out medical cases, whatever. The old man is most afraid of loneliness. The longer he stays at home, the more lonely he feels."

Sun Tzu Yi thought for a moment and nodded. His master was alone before. Although there were people taking care of his life, he was definitely still lonely.

"Okay." Sun Tzu Yi stood up and said, "Then I will bring my master over."

"Yeah." Xu Yang also nodded.

Sun Tzu Yi wiped his eyes and went out quickly.

Xu Yang was silent for a while in the office. Now the new hospital area has been designated for their traditional Chinese medicine use, so it is still very empty now. Xu Yang was also assigned a large personal office, which was the office of the director of the old county hospital.

Xu Yang sighed, pinched his brows, and clicked on the computer on his desk. He used the search function somewhat unaccustomedly.

Various media outlets on the Internet are also reporting on Mr. Deng’s death.

Xu Yang felt quite uncomfortable. He flipped through relevant reports and saw an article like this. Zhang Dezhong, deputy director of Guangdong Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, said: "During the SARS period, veteran Chinese medicine doctor Deng Tietao insisted on taking the lead regardless of his 87-year-old age. Check the ward in person every day..."

"Eh...Zhang Dezhong?" Xu Yang showed doubts.

Xu Yang searched for Zhang Dezhong on the computer again, and the search box popped up with the label that Zhang Dezhong was the deputy director of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Zhang Dezhong..." Xu Yang muttered softly again, his eyes revealing his thoughts.