I have a promise with the beauty

In the ward, the decrepit old man took a bite of peanuts and another of Erguotou, making a sweet sound in his mouth.

Yang Qingshan didn't say anything. He helped the old man tidy up the quilt, adjusted the electric fan, and said disgustedly: "The hospital is so cheating. Not to mention the high medical expenses, the air conditioner is still broken."

"It would be nice if I could borrow an electric fan. I'm still strong and I don't need air conditioning." The old man said nonchalantly.

"Don't you want to watch TV? It's boring to lie alone in bed." Yang Qingshan turned on the TV again, and a time-travel drama was playing inside, which made Yang Qingshan feel like he would vomit blood and die and be reincarnated. He wanted to turn it off, but when he saw that the old man was very

He looked happy and didn't move.

"I didn't see that the old man was very interested in time travel. Could it be that he also came from time travel?" Yang Qingshan joked.

"I can't talk about time travel, but when I was a kid, I often heard my great-grandfather talk about a lot of things from that time. There was no TV at that time, so I didn't know the specific situation. I could only imagine it out of thin air. But it's different now. Watching TV like this is like my great-grandfather.

Tell yourself a story again." The old man recalled saying, his face full of joy.

"My great-great-grandfather lived long enough."

"That's right, my great-grandfather lived a long life. Unfortunately, he still couldn't escape the ravages of time. He returned to the west fifty years ago." The old man thought that he was lying on the hospital bed now, and he might be buried one day.

His face became melancholy.

Yang Qingshan was depressed for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how old the old man's great-grandfather was when he was buried. He was probably very old. Seeing that the old man was unhappy, Yang Qingshan began to tell a thrilling story about how he saved lives during the day and was misunderstood at night.

The old man listened with great interest, and the peanuts, dried tofu, and Erguotou were all gone in the blink of an eye.

"I'll get some more." Yang Qingshan stood up and was about to go to the food stall again, but saw an old nurse blocking the door with a livid face.

"What's up?"

"It's you who's in trouble." The old nurse said gloomily, her tone so cold that it could make someone break into a cold sweat.

The old nurse pushed Yang Qingshan away, glanced at the lunch box and empty wine bottle on the hospital bed, turned around and said: "This is a hospital, not a restaurant. Drinking and smoking are prohibited here. You are harming the old man, don't you understand?!

"

Yang Qingshan was a little embarrassed. It was precisely because he knew he would not live long that he satisfied the old man. But now when being scolded by an old nurse, he could only scratch his head and pretend to be stupid.

"Head nurse, it's my fault. I won't live long. Ask the child to bring something he wants to eat. Don't be angry." The old man said to save the situation.

The old nurse's face was still livid, and she said with a sullen face: "You should take good care of your illness if you are not going to live long. Maybe a miracle will happen one day. I am still confused when I am not young. I will accept it now. Don't blame me if I see you drinking and smoking again."

If you fall out, your family members will not be allowed to visit."

"Yes, yes." Yang Qingshan lowered his head and admitted his mistake, for fear of offending this old menopausal nurse.

The old nurse nodded with satisfaction, snorted coldly, and took away the things on the hospital bed.

Yang Qingshan sat on the chair depressedly and said nothing. Suddenly he and the old man laughed together. At this time, a gust of wind blew outside the window, and Yang Qingshan trembled all over.

"It's going to rain." Yang Qingshan said softly.

"Bring your hand." The old man said seriously, but his tone revealed a sense of irresistibility.

Yang Qingshan was a little reluctant. If he had stretched out his hand before, he would have stretched out his hand. But now that the old man is ill, how can he still let the old man take his pulse? But looking at the determination in the old man's eyes, Yang Qingshan knew that he could not hide.

I had no choice but to put my hands on the quilt honestly.

The old man gently put two fingers on Yang Qingshan's wrist, closed his eyes and began to feel the pulse.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes and said, "Did you practice well during the two days I was hospitalized?"

"Yes." Yang Qingshan said with a guilty conscience.

"Lie!" The old man became stern and said angrily: "You brat, you are still lazy until now. I asked you to practice hard but you didn't practice. Just now you said that you saved a beautiful woman during the day and you just know how to do nothing all day long.

, you~"

The old man sighed deeply when he said this. Yang Qingshan coaxed the old man and said: "This is good. I am much more accurate than the weather forecast. Every time it is windy or rainy, I will know when my body hurts, so I can be in advance."

Collect some clothes or something."

The old man was infuriated by Yang Qingshan's words, and said angrily: "Don't move, just bear it."

Yang Qingshan felt relieved when he saw that the old man was no longer angry. However, as soon as he told himself not to move, he knew that the old man wanted luck to cure him. He quickly took his hand back, but the fingers on his wrist were like a mountain.

Pressing myself hard.

Yang Qingshan felt depressed. He had known the old man for four years and learned Kung Fu for four years. He also knew that the old man was very skilled in martial arts. He seemed not to be a human being, just like a cultivator in a novel.

It was useless to resist. It was impossible to stop the old man. He could only ask for trouble and made the old man angry. Yang Qingshan had no choice but to obey.

Yang Qingshan took a deep breath, and a ball of Qi condensed in his Dantian. It condensed into a stream of air and circulated in the body. However, when it reached a certain place, it was often blocked and could not flow through. At this time, the old man was sitting on Yang Qingshan's body.

A stream of heat came from the fingers on Qingshan's wrist, pushing the Qi in Yang Qingshan's body and slowly hitting the blocked area.

Half an hour later, the old man retracted his finger and said sadly: "It's almost over."

"Are you feeling better soon?" Yang Qingshan opened his eyes and asked.

"He's about to die."

"Ah? Who?"

"Who are you talking about?" the old man said with squinted eyes, his face even paler due to luck.

Yang Qingshan felt pain in his heart, knowing that his sequelae could not be cured by ordinary people, and the old man had injured his body in order to relieve his pain.

"Here." The old man took out a small book from under his pillow and handed it to Yang Qingshan: "These are some medicinal soups I wrote down after I was hospitalized. They are old prescriptions passed down from my family. Take them back and take a look. There are some in them.

A few prescriptions will be very useful to you."

Yang Qingshan was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the old man had worked so hard to write a book of prescriptions for himself when he was in the hospital. Looking at the densely packed and crooked words in the book, Yang Qingshan was so moved that he couldn't speak for a while.

"You have learned kung fu with me for four years. I wanted to use three years to connect the meridians that were struck by lightning and eradicate your sequelae, but you are too lazy and have only connected 90% of the meridians so far. Now I

You are old and about to leave. Don't be lazy when you go back. Practice hard and follow the medicinal soup in the small book. You can connect the remaining meridians by yourself." The old man warned.

"Old man." Yang Qingshan choked and said, "I will."

"That's good, go back and practice the things I usually teach you. Then I will teach you my real mantle." The old man waved his hand a little tiredly and said.

Yang Qingshan was stunned, nodded sensibly, covered the old man with a quilt gently, and left after the old man fell asleep. He met the old man's attending doctor in the corridor. Yang Qingshan asked about the old man's condition with some concern.

There is no other way.

The attending doctor said with some regret: "The old man has an old injury on his chest. As he gets older, the old injury has recurred. There is nothing we can do. It's only for this month. Let the old man eat whatever he wants and try to satisfy him."

"But there was an old nurse..."

"Haha, leave her alone. If the old man really dies, that old nurse will turn a blind eye." The attending doctor whispered, turned and left.

Yang Qingshan returned to the old man's ward and saw that the old man was not sleeping with his eyes open, but looking out the window.

"You are still pretending to be asleep at this age." Yang Qingshan stood at the door and said unhappily.

"If I don't fall asleep, you have to stay with me all night. You young people have your own things to do. Leave quickly. I don't want to be a burden."

Yang Qingshan smiled and said: "Okay, I'll leave, but I will bring peanuts, dried tofu and Erguotou when I come next time."

"That's a good relationship." The old man smiled happily. Seeing Yang Qingshan's sensible look, the old man closed his eyes with relief and fell into a deep sleep.

When Yang Qingshan saw that the old man was really asleep, he closed the door with relief. He turned around and saw the old nurse standing behind him. He suddenly felt guilty and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the old nurse who had gone through menopause would not like him anymore.

"I didn't hear anything." The old nurse said with a sullen face and left quickly.