Rebirth in the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

"Isn't Chen Na her own?" Li Chu asked, stroking his daughter-in-law's hair.

"How is it possible? I've seen her mother. She was carved out of the same mold."

"They are also their own children. Why can they not even look at the daughter's child?" Li Chu has always been unable to understand these patriarchal people.

Why, your family has the throne to inherit, or is it said that your family has mountains of gold and silver?

Is my daughter not my own flesh and blood? How could this mother be cruel and ignore her daughter.

Ding Qiunan lay on her husband's chest and slowly shook her head: "I don't know what her natal family thinks. After returning to the ward the night after the baby was born, Nana was still crying secretly when you left. .

I thought she was unwell, but after asking, I found out that she was sad because she didn't see her natal family. "

"Hey, thanks to our parents being kind to her, Jianguo also cares about his daughter-in-law, otherwise she would be miserable."

Li Chu was quite speechless, what could he do when he met this kind of family.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

There was an urgent doorbell.

"Who, why did you ring the doorbell like this?" Ding Qiunan slowly got up from her husband, muttering dissatisfiedly.

Li Chu patted his wife's back with a smile: "Go and see."

The dogs that were still sleeping on their stomachs in the living room ran to the front yard first as the doorbell rang.

Ding Qiunan put on his slippers and pulled up his clothes before walking out of the living room.

Li Chu also sat up, picked up the vest that he had just taken off, and put it on again.

"Li Chu, Li Chu, come quickly, come and see!"

Ding Qiunan's anxious shouts came from the front yard.

Hearing his wife's cry, he didn't even bother to put on his slippers, and ran out barefoot.

As soon as he walked through the corridor to the front yard, he saw his nephew Wang Jiadong sitting on a chair in the yard, his right arm hanging there limply, covered in dirt.

Standing next to him was a young man also in a blue police uniform.

Ding Qiunan was anxiously looking back at the corridor.

Seeing her husband running over, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Li Chu, come and take a look, Jiadong's arm seems to be broken."

"Uncle..." Wang Jiadong, who was sitting on the chair, endured the pain and forced a smile.

When the person next to him saw Li Chu approaching, he stood at attention with a "snap" and saluted, "Hi sir!"

Li Chu walked up to them, nodded to that one first, then looked at his nephew and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Uncle, I accidentally caught a suspect just now."

After stretching out his hand to touch it, Li Chu was relieved: "It's okay, it's dislocated, just straighten it up, does it hurt now?"

"It hurts." Wang Jiadong nodded, the sweat dripping from his head.

Li Chu put one hand on his shoulder and held his arm with the other.

"Does your mother know?"

"I don't know, I came directly to you just now."

"Then it looks like Xiaojuan doesn't know either."

"Well, I haven't returned to the bureau yet."

Li Chu raised his head and glanced at the gate, but the gate was not closed.

"Hey, Xiaojuan, you're back!"

Hearing what his uncle said, Wang Jiadong hurriedly turned his head to look.

Even Ding Qiunan and the other comrade were attracted to look towards the gate.

Just as Wang Jiadong turned his head away, he heard a "click".

When he realized that he had been cheated by his uncle, Li Chu had already withdrawn his hand.

"Okay, don't move around, it will be fine tomorrow, but you still think about how to explain to your mother and Xiaojuan tonight."

"Is that all right?"

The comrade next to him looked at Wang Jiadong's arm in disbelief. It was too fast. Didn't he need to take a film for ten seconds?

Wang Jiadong didn't doubt his uncle's words at all, he slowly raised his arm, and moved it from side to side, it was indeed healed, now there is no pain except for the soreness.

Seeing that he still wanted to move, Li Chu shook his hand: "Okay, don't move."

"Uncle, do I need to apply some medicine or something?"

"No, why apply the medicine? Let me give you an injection, so you can get better soon."

Ding Qiunan, who had been standing aside and watching curiously, heard her husband's words, turned around and walked into the east wing of the front yard, and took out a few sterilized acupuncture needles from inside.

He unbuttoned Wang Jiadong's clothes, exposing the right shoulder blade, and pricked it with two needles seemingly casually.

"Qiu Nan, pour them a glass of water."

"Oh, yes, I forgot."

"Uh, chief, there is no need to pour water."

Li Chu looked at this cautious young policeman, smiled, pointed to the stool next to him and said, "It's okay, it will take half an hour for him to remove the needle, you sit down first."

After finishing speaking, Li Chu looked at his nephew again: "Jiadong, no matter what you do, you still have to be careful! It's better if it's a dislocation this time, but what if it's a fracture?"

"I know uncle, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

At this time Ding Qiunan came over with the cup and put it on the table in front of them.

"Jiadong, let's have some dinner with your colleagues here?"

"Auntie, no, we have to go back to the bureau, the business is not over there yet."

"Is Xiaojuan not off work?"

"Well, she can't leave work until we return all the equipment."

"Hey, you have to work overtime every day, when will it be the end?"

"Hey." Wang Jiadong smiled and didn't answer.

His colleague next to him picked up his cup and took a sip of water. While drinking, he looked at Li Chu and Ding Qiunan.

It's a bit too young. Every time he sees Wang Jiadong's uncle and aunt, he has to express this emotion.

Just looking at his face, Wang Jiadong seems to be older than his uncle and aunt.

Half an hour passed quickly, Li Chu took off the needle and let Wang Jiadong move again.

"Hey, uncle, it doesn't hurt at all!"

"You still have to be careful, it's best not to use force in the last day or two."

"Uncle, we know, let's go, there are still a lot of things in the bureau."

"Okay, let's go!"

"Goodbye, aunt."

...

"Daughter-in-law, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Seeing Wang Jiadong and his colleagues walk away, Li Chu turned around and closed the door.

"Get some noodles. I ate the oily noodles you mentioned last time. It's pretty good and simple."

"Oil-splashed noodles, right?"

"That's right, it's oil-splashed noodles. Where did you learn how to eat them?"

"This is how Qin Sheng eats."

"Oh, you learned it when you were in Nanniwan."

At that time, I couldn't afford oil-splashed noodles, and it would be nice to have some multi-grain noodles.

Li Chu muttered to himself that this was what he liked to eat in his previous life.

Back in the middle courtyard, I washed my hands at the sink, and then went into the kitchen to start kneading noodles.

Ding Qiunan was standing at the door of the kitchen with a happy expression on his face.