Rebirth in the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

Looking at the nearly ninety-year-old man, through the still clear eyes of the old man, Li Chu seemed to see the high-spirited director of the political department in a trance.

He seems to have returned to the age of gold and iron horses.

"Xiao Chu"

The old man's call woke up Li Chu who was in deep thought.

"If Quanyou is still here, I think he should be ninety this year, right?"

"Uncle, you have a really good memory. My father is four years older than you. If he is still alive, he will be ninety."

"Old man, I can't remember many things anymore." The old man waved his hands and continued: "I can remember Quanyou because it was me and that one who personally covered him and Comrade Chen Ya with the national flag and read the eulogy .I remember that you kid is not here yet, is it?"

"You remember correctly, I was studying with Master at the time, and I happened to go out to practice medicine at that time, and when I returned to Sijiu City, it was half a month later."

"You are so good now, and you have raised the two children to be equally good. These are enough to comfort their souls in heaven."

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to have realized something, and repeatedly accused him: "Hey, Xiao Chu, take a look, you look, I really mean it, why are you talking about it so well, don't mention it."

This may be the case when people get old, and they like to recall the past when they have nothing to do.

"It's okay, uncle, my parents sacrificed for the country, and they deserved their death."

The old man raised his hand and patted Li Chu's arm.

"Old Mu is hospitalized with you, right? How is his health?"

The old man's speed of changing the subject caught him off guard.

After turning around in my mind, I realized who this old wood is.

"Uh... Uncle, Mu Lao is in charge of the department. I don't know the specific situation. But I vaguely heard that it seems that he is going to have an operation."

After hearing Li Chu's words, the old man looked a little incredulous.

"Is his body able to bear it?"

"this……"

Seeing Li Chu's slightly embarrassed expression, the old man suddenly reacted.

"Nonsense!"

With a "snap", the old man slapped the small table in front of him hard.

The two teacups on the table were knocked to the ground.

And this sound also attracted everyone's attention, even the guards in the guard room at the door ran out.

Seeing this, Li Chu waved to Secretary Zhang, signaling him to clean up the teacups on the ground and the water stains on the table.

"Uncle, what are you doing, why are you so angry?"

"Brat, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"

"Uh..." Seeing the old man's gloomy face, Li Chu swallowed the words again.

"Hmph, when did it all happen? I guess Lao Mu and Lao Shen have long since taken it seriously. It must have been caused by the staff around him or his children."

After hearing what the old man said, a strange look flashed in Li Chu's eyes, but he still didn't speak.

"Xiao Chu, are you sure about Lao Mu's illness?" The old man asked suddenly.

Li Chu couldn't laugh or cry when he asked this question.

"Uncle, I don't even know what kind of illness Mu Lao has, so how dare I say something that I'm not sure about."

When Uncle Wu heard this, he pondered for a while before saying, "Well, you wait here, and I'll make a call."

"Uncle, don't be so busy!" Li Chu hurriedly grabbed the old man who had already stood up.

"Aren't you going to call the chief?"

"It must be calling him!"

"You! I'd better call and ask tomorrow, or wait until night."

That's right, let's not mess with him yet.

The old man sat down again graciously.

Li Chu knew that since Uncle Wu remembered this matter, it seemed that going to see Mr. Mu could be regarded as a certainty.

However, if he remembered correctly, the person from Yangcheng should have come to perform this operation, right?

The operation seemed to be a success at the time, but Mu Lao still passed away two years later.

Already terminally ill?

"What do you think, Xiao Chu?"

Seeing him standing there in a daze, the old man couldn't help asking.

"Oh, I wonder what kind of illness Mu Lao has."

"I do know one thing about this. They said that Lao Mu often trembled involuntarily, and it seemed that he had caused some complications, which should be caused by his lungs."

It's no wonder, isn't the guy in Yangcheng an expert in respiratory medicine?

Still trembling?

"Uncle, is that what you mean by trembling?" Li Chu made a movement while speaking.

"That's right, that's about it. When I saw him a few years ago, he was like this, shaking even after eating."

"Parkinson?"

Li Chu blurted out involuntarily.

"what? What?"

"Oh, I mean, if this is the case, then Mu Lao should have Parkinson's disease."

"Why is the name so strange?"

"The name was changed later, named after the doctor who discovered it, the original name should be Parkinson's palsy.

Of course, this is the name of Western medicine, we Chinese medicine does not have this disease. "

"How do you know so much about Western medicine?"

"Uncle, I'm also studying western medicine, okay? Stones from other mountains can be used to make jade!" Li Chu rolled his eyes angrily, why everyone who knew that he read western medicine books had this kind of reaction.

What was so strange about this he couldn't figure it out.

"Are you sure you know what's wrong?"

"No." Li Chu shook his head affirmatively: "According to Western medicine, this disease cannot be cured at all, and it can only be relieved by taking medicine or surgery.

But our Chinese medicine practitioners do not have this kind of disease at all, so I am not sure if I have not seen the patient. "

In another 30 years, Western medicine has not fully understood this disease, let alone now.

Surgery for this disease is purely resignation to fate.

"You are sincere!"

"I can't just fool you just to make you happy, can I?"

"Xiao Chu, I'm a little curious, does Old Wang always want to hit you?"

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"Uncle Wang wouldn't want to hit me!"

"Hmph, just talking to you is so annoying. If you were his son, I guess he would have whipped you with a belt."

The old man said angrily.

After he finished speaking, he leaned back on the back of the recliner and turned his head to the other side, like a child.

Well, Li Chu doesn't know if Uncle Wang wants to slap him.

But it's obvious that the old man wants to slap him a little bit now.

Resisting his smile, Li Chu said: "Since you don't want to talk to me, then I will start to perform my duties. Come on uncle, put your hand on the handle of the chair, and I will give you a pulse."