Mystery Makes Me Strong

The suburbs of Sijiucheng.

Farmland on the outskirts of Dawangzhuang.

The old village chief is also working.

Just when he was weeding, he suddenly saw an old man in Chinese clothing coming next to him.

The old man came as soon as he came and kept staring at him.

The old village chief put down his hoe and asked him: "Hey, old gentleman, please have a drink of water."

He thought the other person was embarrassed to ask for water.

"Thank you, I brought a water glass." The old man took out his own water glass and said.

The old village chief smiled and said, "Then why do you come to our village?"

"Oh, I, I am a writer. Writers come here specifically to collect stories and write poems."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you are still a writer." The old village chief was in awe.

Writers at this time are not writers everywhere in later generations.

Writers at this time still had a high status in people's hearts.

In other words, you can’t just identify yourself as a writer, you have to be recognized by your management.

This status allows you to receive management subsidies.

You can’t just write a few words and lead a family.

When people mention writers in this era, they think of great writers like Lu, Mao, and Ba...

Not comparable to ordinary tabloid writers.

In fact, this old man was the director of the clinical department of the hospital where the village chief had been treated before.

"Old sir, I see you have very good physical strength. You can finish so much work in a while," the director said seriously.

"Hahaha, they are all old farmers. They are very good at this job." The old village chief smiled.

The director then asked the old village chief: "So, will you live a long life this year?"

"Haha, I am not old, I am 52 years old."

"52 years old is still very young. I am already 66 years old." The old director said with a smile.

"But it feels like you work like a young man in his twenties or thirties."

When the old village chief heard this, he had no idea.

There isn't much to hide in the first place.

How could he have imagined that the other party was actually a director who came to observe him.

As for why he couldn't recognize it.

It's normal not to recognize each other, but they just met each other in the middle.

Moreover, at that time, his mind was not on the director, but on the improvement of his condition.

And this director had no direct contact with him from beginning to end.

He has always been treated by another attending doctor.

He had never been able to treat a disease like this before, so the director would naturally not come forward and waste precious consultation time.

To put it bluntly, I was waiting to die.

It's just that a person who was waiting to die is now living healthier than a healthy person like himself.

The old director also laughed.

Then he continued to observe.

The old village chief continued to work.

He took a closer look and found that the old gentleman was indeed very strong.

One person can weed three acres of land in one go.

One morning.

This efficiency is amazing.

While working, the old village chief really thought the old gentleman was writing.

From time to time, he would poke his head in and ask: "What are you writing?"

He said: "I am writing poetry."

"Write a poem. What kind of poem is that? Can you read it to me?"

"Ah, let me tell you, this poem is actually written for you." The old director smiled.

"Hahaha, write it for me, how to write it, read it quickly."

"An old farmer is working in the fields/Although he is 52, he looks only 25, ah ah ah..."

“He plowed three acres of land/in one breath.”

"Not ten acres, not one acre, but three acres."

“He plowed an acre and another acre.”

The village chief was shocked when he heard this.

He said: "You are blind, I am weeding, not plowing the land."

"Writing allows reasonable exaggeration and fiction." The old director said with a smile.

"Well, then I can also write this poem." The old village chief had an idea.

"You can also write, then you can write and see." The old director was shocked.

He was just talking nonsense.

But I also read some poems, so I imitated them a bit.

But it doesn't look like imitation.

The old village chief said: "Just write."

"Yes."

“An old gentleman from the city comes over to write/Ahhhh.”

"Although he is old, he writes little."

"Although he wrote all day, he only wrote three lines."

"He wrote either ten lines, eight lines, or three lines."

"Good guy, your poem is very good, but you wrote the wrong number. I wrote four lines." The old director corrected.

He wrote very little.

The problem is that if I want to write more, I just write it as a case...

Once upon a time, he changed from a young poet with great literary talent in college to an old stick who could only write about cases.

The director understands.

As a leader, the old village chief is not that simple.

At least the other party probably noticed it.

He is a fake writer.

So the ability to read people is still very strong.

It should have been experienced during the war era.

Finally, he said: "Brother, I see you have been doing this for a long time. Thank you for giving me this collection of information. I'll treat you to a meal."

When the old village chief heard this, he said, "Well, how can that be done? A great writer like you comes to our village to collect ideas and write, just to give us face."

"I should be the one to invite you."

"You also wrote me a poem."

"Didn't you also write me poems?"

"Hahaha."

The two old men laughed together.

"My dear, I'm going to buy some good pork head meat and some wine," the director said.

"That wine, I can't drink that wine." The village chief sighed.

"Why?"

"The doctor told me that my disease was caused by drinking, but I can't drink anymore." The village chief was helpless.

"How much did you drink?" The director pretended to be shocked.

In fact, he has seen many people treat wine as water.

Really, I just replace tea with wine all day long.

"Actually, I drink very little alcohol. I can drink about seven or eight pounds throughout the year."

"I used to have no money and couldn't bear to drink too much. Now that I have money, how can I still drink a few ounces of wine?"

"But the doctor told me that no matter how little alcohol is, it is harmful. It is best not to drink at all." The old village chief sighed.

"Okay, it's okay, I said, just dip some in it and it will be metabolized," the old director said.

"Well, I'll listen to you, not the doctor."

"That's what I said."

The two laughed again.

"Of course, it's better to drink less," the old director said.

"I understand. Let's drink when friends come over."

"Then does your friend come here every day?"

"yes."

"The doctor is right, you can't touch it."

Then the two came to the village canteen.

The director was willing to spend money and bought ten kilograms of pork head meat.

I am going to treat the old village chief and his family to a feast.

This is ten pounds of pig head meat!

From the 1980s.

It can be said that it is the favorite of many children.

I feel good.

I bought two more bottles of bulk liquor.

I also bought some snacks like peanuts.

Then the two returned to the old village chief's house.

At this time, someone smiled and greeted at the door: "Village Chief, are there any relatives here?"

"Haha, yes, this is a great writer in the city who came to the countryside to write poems for me."

"Haha, village chief, you are bragging again."

"Why are you bragging? Look at this person. Does he look like a great writer?" the old village chief said with a smile.

"Unlike a great writer, I think he looks like a great..." The man suddenly blurted out, "Husband."

The director was shocked.

How did this person find out that I was a doctor?

He immediately asked: "Why do you think I belong to the doctor?"

The man said, "The way you look at people is wrong."

"You see my neck is a little crooked. Usually when other people look at me, they laugh at my neck."

"Only when you look at it, you seem to be thinking about how to cure me."

The director was in awe.

Sure enough, a thousand-mile horse always exists.

In any small village like this, there are people who understand human psychology to this extent.

How could he know?

In this era, there are many transsexual murderers who are studying human psychology.

He just smiled and said: "So that's what happened."

Then the two returned to the village chief's house.

Then he cut off three kilograms of pork head meat from ten kilograms and gave it to the village chief's son, daughter-in-law, and grandson to eat.

It’s early to get married these days.

The two of them also ate three kilograms of pig head meat, and then drank some wine with peanuts.

The whole family is very happy.

At this time, the village chief said: "Hey, such a good life can only come from doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."

"In previous years, eating meat would not be until the end of the year."

"Hey, that's true."

"I finally satiate my craving today," the old village chief said again.

At this time, the director turned around and looked.

On the table is a brand-new porcelain statue of the Lord of the Land.

He suddenly asked: "Hey, you also have a land man in your house. Old man, are you, a land man, here to pray for a good harvest?"

The village chief said: "No, I am not praying for a good harvest. I am thanking the land master for improving my health."

"Actually, they don't know that I was going to die that day. Before I died, I suddenly saw a large piece of land."

"After seeing the land, I felt that all the diseases in my body were gone, as if they were absorbed by the land."

"After seeing this, I came alive."

Hearing this, the director was inexplicably stunned.

He suddenly thought that there was a guy in Dawang Village who died in the pit.

In other words, he died in a manure pit with his head down.

What a miserable death.

But this old village chief also dreamed of a piece of land.

Even his own disease was absorbed by the land.

Could this be related in some way?

The director then laughed at himself.

What connection could there be?

I am an atheist who has read books for decades. How could I believe this coincidence?

It seems like it was just a coincidence.

It must be that the opponent's genes are still strong.

So when he said this, he inquired again: "Excuse me, old gentleman, how long does your family live?"

"Oh, there aren't many people in my family who live a long life. My dad passed away at 64, and my mother passed away at 48."

"Further up, my grandfather was beaten to death by the Japanese when he was only in his thirties."

"Your grandfather was beaten to death by Japanese soldiers when he was in his 30s?"

"My father was only in his teens when my grandfather was beaten to death."

"Then it's possible that your grandpa was very unlucky. He might have lived to be over 100 years old, and it's all the fault of the damned Japanese."

"That's right. There's nothing we can do about it. It's a natural disaster or a man-made disaster."

"Um."

Now the director knows what's going on.

It is very likely that the other person's grandfather's genes are very strong.

This comes from genetic inheritance.

There is also a term in biology called atavism.

Great inheritance across generations.

Generally speaking, only a small amount of genes can cause this phenomenon to occur.

It is the power of genes that mainly determines life.

Then the director started a new round of investigation and research.

I just checked over and over again, and the more I checked, the more dizzy I became.

He was busy with work and had to put it down temporarily.

Just three months later, he saw a paper.

The director immediately thought of the previous case.

In terms of a paper, no, it should be said that this is not a paper.

When he saw it for the first time, he thought it was gossip news.

Because the header I created is too gossipy, it says:

"A medical miracle that started from a feud between wealthy families."

There is a case written above.

Most of the results are patient background introductions.

An old rich man, through hard work and hard work, first started his business in a restaurant, worked in the restaurant from dawn to dusk, earned part of the capital, and then switched to a factory.

He is a typical example of getting rich through hard work.

Finally, when he was old, his family property was defrauded by his trusted housekeeper.

Finally penniless.

Living on the streets.

And he became seriously ill.

But, something strange happened.

When this old rich man was about to die of illness, suddenly he got better.

The same disease appeared in his housekeeper.

The housekeeper has never been married in his life, and is about to marry a mistress who has been in the house for more than ten years.

This is the result.

So the old rich man relied on some connections and some remaining evidence to get back most of the family property after the housekeeper's death while his relatives didn't know about it.

In short, it is a very typical example of Tailai.

From then on, the rich man devoutly believed in Yin De.

He thinks this is related to the fact that he has helped many people and rescued many people.

Although no one rescued him on the road, God saw it.

After seeing this, the director felt his heart shudder.

He felt a chill.

He looked out the window.

Dieffenbachia is swaying.

The north wind whistles.

No, it can’t really be there. Is there such a thing?

"Impossible, this is a nothing, this is an atheistic world!"

The director gritted his teeth and said: "Long live the atheists. There is no God in the world. All morality is found in human history and grand narratives."

He encouraged himself in this way.

However, no matter how much he encouraged himself.

There are more and more similar phenomena.

After all, tens of thousands of people die from illness every day.

Millions of people die from the disease every year.

This is still a big summer.

More around the world.

There are countless similar cases among so many cases.

At first, there were many reports in the news, but later they stopped reporting.

We are all used to it, and our eyes are tired.

Anyway, it’s in the field of disease.

When good people get sick, the consequences are transferred to the bad people around them.

What was originally a simple psychological idea has become a reality and a law.

This suddenly made many biologists, pharmacologists, and doctors stunned.

Someone suddenly said:

"I remember now!"

"I still remember decades ago, maybe 20 or 30 years ago, someone seemed to say that I failed in physics."

"Starting from today, medicine is also failing."

"Actually, it's normal. When you fail in physics, you will fail in medicine sooner or later."

"But when it makes me wonder, why did you delay it until now?"