Rebirth in the College Entrance Examination: Making a fortune with rough men

Chapter 36 36 Yuzhi’s physical condition

Seeing the fat boy coming back with a face full of runny nose, Zheng Jinhua felt more and more that other people's children were good, and Zheng Jinhua's fist became hard. The kind and kind grandmother who used to have her own grandson was gone, and only other people's grandsons were good and grumpy old ladies.

Lifting the fat boy over, he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap his fat butt twice: "How many times have I told you, don't wipe your nose with your sleeves, don't wipe your nose with your sleeves, how old are you?

So sloppy. I changed these clothes and shoes in the morning. Look, they are all dirty in the whole morning. Can't you follow your example, Brother Xiaobao?"

The tall and fat man didn't take it seriously: "Sister Ye Zi said that people in the world don't stick to trivial matters."

Zheng Jinhua almost couldn't help but beat her grandson's head: "So, sister Ye Zi, do you always have runny nose? Do you wipe the runny nose with your sleeve? Have you ever go out to play for a while, only to be covered in bruises when you come back, and ask your grandma to help wash it?

Clothes? You haven't learned the advantages of your sister Ye Zi yet, and you still bother me and distort your words. Are you feeling itchy?"

When the tall fat man saw his grandma and raised his hand, he screamed and ran away. His grandma was no longer the grandma she once was.

The chubby little legs turned: "I'm going to the hospital to see my aunt, and I won't be back at noon."

Zheng Jinhua chased her to the door and shouted: "You brat, don't disturb your Aunt Yu. Ye Zi and Xiao Pei are not here, but your Uncle Sang is here. Watch your skin carefully."

It's a pity that Gao Dazhuang didn't hear him, otherwise he would have turned around and turned back. He was still very afraid of Sang Dazhuang.

Wang Xinfeng couldn't help but be happy when she saw her grandparents and grandsons making trouble: "Big Fatty is such a good-natured boy. Unlike my Xiaobai, he is too quiet. He is so quiet that he doesn't look like a nine-year-old boy, but looks like he is ninety years old."

The old man."

"I just like Xiao Pei, who is polite, smart and obedient. How about we switch?"

"Okay, if you are willing to let your family get fat, I will trade with you."

"What's the big fat stupid kid not to want to give up? If you want to give up your little Pei, I'll trade it with you."

The two old ladies refused to obey the other and decided to change their grandson.

In the hospital, the tall and fat man opened the door and saw Sang Dazhuang's big eyes. He was so frightened that the little fat man trembled. It was very comic.

Yuzhi hadn't slept for long and had already woken up. He saw Tall Fatty and greeted him with a smile: "Why are you here, Comrade Big Fat?"

The tall and fat man shrunk his body, trying to avoid Sang Dazhuang, and moved to the bedside: "I came to see Aunt Yu, Grandma Wang was playing with my grandma at my house, and she didn't have time to talk to me. Aunt Yu, Sister Ye Ye and Xiao Bao

Isn’t brother here?”

"No, it's not convenient in the hospital. There's nothing wrong here, so I didn't come. What's the matter, big fat guy?"

"It's okay," Gao Dapang secretly glanced at Sang Dazhuang, who looked unhappy, and said goodbye with discernment: "Sister Ye Ye and Brother Xiaowei are not here, so I will leave first. Aunt Yu has a good rest, and I will come see you later.

"

Without waiting for Yuzhi to reply, the little fat man nimbly got out and ran away.

In Gubai Brigade, outside the dilapidated bullpen, a slovenly old man sat on a lame rocking chair, munching roast chicken leisurely. It was a cold day and the cold wind was blowing, but he was not afraid of the cold.

Sang Bao sat on a stone pillar nearby, focusing on a shabby ancient book.

But the more he looked at it, the more he frowned. This was a Poison Sutra, the last Poison Sutra in his hand. There was no words about health care and disease treatment at all. No, not at all.

There were cracks in the everlasting indifferent expression. He threw the book away irritably and looked at the little old man with his black and white eyes: "I want to study medicine."

The little old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "In the past, the old man begged you to learn medicine, but you didn't do it, and you had to learn poisoning for life and death. Why, you regretted it?"

Mulberry's eyes moved and she asked coldly: "Should I teach you?"

The little old man snorted: "As unlovable as I am, your whole family is unlovable."

Mulberry turned around and walked away without saying a word.

The little old man was so angry that his beard stood up, and he said quietly behind Mulberry: "I can tell you, if there is anyone in this world who can save your mother, except for the old man, I can't find anyone else."

Sangpai stopped and looked back at the little old man with deep eyes.

The little old man hummed twice: "Don't believe it, the little old man is very familiar with your mother's body. If it hadn't been for the old man last time, she would have died long ago, and you two unlucky children would have become motherless babies."

Sangbian pursed her thin lips, and her voice was very soft and cold: "You all know it, but no one told us."

Everyone knew that the person wouldn't live long, but no one told them. Is it because they are children? Or because telling them would not help? Or is it because they are brothers and sisters?

The little old man looked at Mulberry. The nine-year-old child was as mature as a ninety-year-old child.

He liked the little guy's stability and intelligence, but he also didn't like his depth.

"Don't complain. What's there to complain about? Isn't this normal?"

Yes, he understands that there is nothing to complain about. He may be regretting it. If he had known earlier, he would not have done those things that made her angry. Her health might be better than it is now.

It's just that the word "regret" is the most incompetent.

"She...will be okay?"

The little old man curled his lips: "Who knows, I'm not sure, it depends on you."

Sang Bao clenched his fists and said with more warmth in his voice: "Teach me."

The little old man didn't agree immediately, even though he was very willing.

He put away his usual idleness and said seriously: "Although there is no separation between medicine and poisoning, studying medicine and studying poisoning are two different mentality. If you are a doctor, can you possibly fulfill your duty as a doctor?"

There was a trace of confusion in Sang Bian's eyes: "What?"

"Life is equal."

Mulberry lowered her eyes, life is never equal, there is no such thing as equality in the world.

"I try my best."

The little old man was not disappointed with this answer. Sang Peng was a very aggressive child, and he began to teach him poisoning at the age of three.

He could feel the emotions that were inadvertently revealed when Mulberry was using poison, with madness and coldness. This was not the emotion a child should have.

Therefore, when Sangwei was unwilling to study medicine, he did not force it because he was indeed not suitable.

Now Sang Piao is willing to learn, and he is also willing to teach, because Sang Piao is really talented.

What a contradictory existence, yet it makes people reluctant to let go.

The little old man knew that Sangwei was a child who kept his word. Since he had said his best, he would not use medical skills to do things that were against the doctor.

With such a promise, the little old man is complete.

"Okay, go under the bed board in the house and take out the book on the foot of the bed, take it back and read it, and come to me after reading it."

Sang Bao was not surprised at the little old man's attitude towards books. The poisonous scriptures he had read were all found in every corner of the little old man's house. They had gone through various disasters and could be preserved to this day purely because of their toughness.

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The two yellowed books looked a bit worn, but fortunately the contents were not missing or blurry.

The books have no names, they are all handwritten copies.

After getting the book, Mulberry went home. The first thing he had to do was to copy the book again. Although these books were tattered, they were all treasures. Unlike the little old man, he loved books.

The little old man sat on the rocking chair and continued to rock. There was a pile of chicken bones at his feet. He smashed his mouth and savored the smell of chicken. He sighed regretfully that he had no wine.

The people in Lao Sang's family are really hateful. They just won't buy him wine. Without wine, life would be meaningless.

At the foot of the mountain at the end of the village where few people visit, there are mulberry leaves holding weeds in their mouths and leaning against the crooked-neck tree.

Huzi sniffed and ran over: "Sister Ye Zi, we just put the excrement on Mrs. Wu's kang. This is the fresh excrement that Li Shuanzhu just pooped."

Li Shuanzhu is the eldest grandson of Mrs. Wu. He is a lazy and naughty boy who eats a lot and poops a lot, several times a day.

Hu Zi took one look at it and delivered it freshly to Mrs. Wu's bed. He was so happy just thinking about it that his nose was filled with snot.

Sang Ye's little face was gloomy, not happy at all.

It was a small fight, it just made Mrs. Wu feel sick, but the one at home was almost dead.

It was all because of his stupidity. Sang Ye blamed himself so much that he raised his hand and slapped himself. His eyes were red and he looked a bit ferocious.

The carrot heads of Huzi were startled, stopped laughing, and looked at the mulberry leaves worriedly.

They knew that because Mrs. Wu was missing, Sang Ye was so angry that her mother vomited blood and was still lying in the hospital.

Everyone said that Mulberry Ye was a white-eyed wolf, an unfilial son, and a disaster.

"Sister Ye Zi, don't worry, my aunt will be fine. When we find Li Shuanzhu alone tomorrow, we will catch him and beat him up."

"That's right, Sister Ye Zi, Li Shuanzhu goes to other people's vegetable fields at noon every day to steal vegetables. Let's go there at noon to make sure no one finds out."

Sang Ye's red eyes were full of coldness: "Not enough, how can this be enough? You continue to keep an eye on Mrs. Wu's house. Everyone in Mrs. Wu's family will not be spared. Everything they have done will be written down.

"

"Well, Sister Ye Zi, don't worry, we will definitely keep an eye on Li Shuanzhu's family." Little Luobotou was very loyal and patted his chest to assure him.

Sang Ye was upset and always wanted to do something to vent his anger: "I'm going for a run in the mountains. You guys should go home quickly and don't follow me."

Carrot Head knew that Mulberry Ye was very powerful and often went into the mountains to hunt pheasants and rabbits for them to eat, so he was not worried about anything happening to her. He only warned her carefully: "Sister Ye Zi, it's getting late. Don't stay in the mountains for too long."

"Know."

The next day, Sang Dazhuang borrowed a car from somewhere. Not just anyone could own a car these days.

Yuzhi didn't ask him who he borrowed it from or how he borrowed it. He just had a new understanding of the man's ability.

Wang Xinfeng was very calm, as if Sang Dazhuang took it for granted no matter what he did.

Cars are indeed more comfortable, faster and less cold than buses.

It's just that Yuzhi didn't want to be too ostentatious, so he got off the bus as soon as he reached the village entrance.

Sang Dazhuang sent the driver away and carried Yuzhi home.

The weather is getting colder, and there is still heavy snow in the sky. There is no one on the village road, and no one knows that the elm branch has arrived home.

At home, the two children had started burning the kang early. Yesterday, Wang Xinfeng made a special call back to explain it to the two children.

The elm branches bumped all the way, and now he was drowsy. He lay on Sang Dazhuang's back, and fell asleep within a minute.

The family members gently placed her on the kang and watched her silently.

Sang Dazhuang tucked Yuzhi into a quilt and looked away lovingly. When he saw the mulberry leaf standing at the door, his expression suddenly turned cold: "Get out."

Wang Xinfeng frowned, feeling very tired because the whole family had been wronged.

"Xiao Yi, Ye Zi, you go out and play. Your mother will be fine now. Come and see her when she wakes up."

The brother and sister responded in a low voice, not daring to look at Sang Dazhuang, and walked out with their heads lowered.

Wang Xinfeng slapped Sang Dazhuang and lowered his voice: "Why are you angry at the children? If you have the ability, go find the culprit. I'm warning you, put away your weird temper in front of Zhizhi. If you worry Zhizhi,

I’ll chop you up.”

Sang Dazhuang has been guarding the elm branch these days. He has no time to take revenge, but it does not mean that he will not take revenge. He is writing it down every step of the way.

"I won't let Zhizhi worry. Mom, you keep watch over Zhizhi while I go and bring the old man over."

"Well, go ahead."

Sang Dazhuang left. Wang Xinfeng looked at Yuzhi's almost transparent face, her pretense of strength suddenly disappeared, and she secretly shed tears.

The two brothers, Mulberry and Mulberry Ye, looked on outside the door, blaming themselves and feeling angry.

Sang Dazhong strode to the bullpen. The little old man was still sitting on his lame rocking chair, looking very leisurely.

Sang Dazhuang said nothing and carried people away. The little old man was used to it, being carried in the air like this, with his hands and feet spread out.

When I arrived at Lao Sang's house, I didn't need to say anything and went to see Yuzhi of my own accord.

After just one glance, they couldn't help but clicked their tongues, and the four members of Lao Sang's family almost stopped in their hearts.

Wang Xinfeng glared at him angrily: "Look good, don't make those weird sounds."

The little old man snorted: "What's there to see? Just take your time and prepare for the funeral."

Suddenly, four cold lights poked at the little old man, making his hair stand on end. He bared his teeth and jumped on his feet: "What are you doing? What are you doing? It's just a joke. You're stingy. You don't have any sense."

"I'm warning you, if you act carelessly again, I will tear your old bones apart."

The little old man muttered and cursed, not daring to refute.

But what he said was true. The foundation of Yuzhi's body had been destroyed, and all the internal organs were damaged. If he were to be worshiped like a Bodhisattva, he might be able to breathe for two more years, but it would be difficult for even the gods and gods to save him.

Pity……

"Come here, little bastard. I will teach you a set of needles. From now on, I will inject her every three days."

Sang Bao glanced at Sang Dazhuang, who just frowned and walked over without saying a word.

The little old man looked at Sangpai with disgust. This kid was also afraid. It was amazing.

"Take it and prick a needle in your Neiguan acupoint to see if you are qualified to learn." The little old man handed Mulberry a golden needle.

Holding the mulberry in his hand, without any hesitation, he pricked his own Neiguan acupoint. The injection was quick and accurate, and the little old man was quite satisfied.

"My strength is a bit weak. I will play with wood sticks and practice more. Look, now I will teach you the Big Dipper Acupuncture Technique. This is a set of acupuncture techniques that evolved based on the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation."

"Use seven needles to arrange a Big Dipper hexagram array, gather the energy of the Big Dipper to the human body, and light up the seven lamps of the human body, which can eliminate disasters and improve luck, prolong life, cure diseases, and strengthen the body."

"When used, the patient's whole body's qi and blood will circulate, dredge the meridians, balance yin and yang, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and eliminate residual waste in the body. The acupuncture method is a bit overbearing, so be careful when using it."

Mulberry looked attentive, carefully remembering every stitch the little old man made and every word he said.

Seven needles do not take long. Stop the needles for fifteen minutes. If there is no problem, take the needles out.

After the acupuncture was completed, Yuzhi's pale little face had a hint of blood, and everyone couldn't help but be happy.

The little old man chuckled: "What's there to be happy about? It's just an illusion of acupuncture to mobilize qi and blood. It will dissipate after a while. Just keep it up. She can't use strong medicine now. I'll write you some medicinal recipes.

I make food for her every now and then, let’s see what happens to her.”

The hearts of the four people in Lao Sang's family were heavy again, and they didn't say anything.

The little old man had a meal at Lao Sang's house and was taken back by Sang Dazhuang.

(End of chapter)