Urban best village doctor

After the old doctor prescribed the medicine and left it for Li Daozheng and Jiang Xiurong, he repeatedly told Li Xiao not to indulge in his dreams before leaving.

Li Xiao sat there, a little dazed.

year 2013.

He is fifteen years old.

It happened to be the year when his father Li Daozheng fell ill, and he went to the mountains to gather medicine and wanted to cure Li Daozheng's illness!

Li Xiao hardly listened to what the old doctor said.

How could it be a lie that he has lived for more than a hundred years? A single dream can destroy all his experiences and all his efforts?

Looking at my body, it is indeed the appearance of fifteen years old, immature and young.

Since he had just woken up, Li Xiao's body was not in control at all, but his mind could not leave everything he had experienced for a day.

Is it really a dream?

In the past month, he asked his parents about ascetics many times. Whenever he asked such questions, Li Daozheng and his wife would be extremely worried.

This kind of worry is not acting or pretending, but from the heart.

During this month, Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhuang have all visited him.

Zhao Tiantian was extremely concerned about him.

Even Huang Rong came to express condolences to him.

Everyone knows nothing about cultivating Taoism and what happened to him. It seems that nothing in this world has changed.

Only he himself has changed.

There are no ascetics, no formulas for longevity, no monuments, nothing.

For a long time after that, Li Xiao fell into perplexity and struggle. He didn't believe that everything was a dream.

Every time at this time, Jiang Xiurong and Li Daozheng would talk to him worriedly to understand his situation.

"Son, don't think too much, everything will pass and get better slowly. Everything you dreamed is illusory."

"Yeah, kid, don't think too much about it. You just think that everything you experienced during the period of coma is your previous life. Now that your previous life is dead, you have returned to the present, and returned to your parents." Li Daozheng also Said so.

Li Xiao was stunned, everything is fake, only what is in front of him is real?

He still didn't want to believe it.

Li Daozheng and his wife were worried that something might happen to their child, so they borrowed some money and continued for many years to bring him to Pujiang and hire the best psychiatrist for him.

"Everything you have experienced is real." The psychiatrist told him.

"Really?" Li Xiao was excited, like a child who was recognized.

"Hmm." The psychiatrist nodded, "However, that may be another world. From a scientific point of view, it is a parallel world. Maybe you traveled there during the time you were in a coma, and experienced hardships and dangers there. At the deadliest moment, back here again."

Li Xiao was quiet, no longer happy, and sat back in his seat.

What parallel world, what time travel, who are you fooling?

Li Xiao is no longer a three-year-old child, and the fact that he has read a little does not mean that he will be so easily coaxed.

He struggled to get out of the hospital and went home.

"This is a dream, it must be just a dream."

He slammed his head against the wall hard, trying to wake up the dream.

When his parents saw him, they worriedly stopped him and stayed by his side all day long.

"Li Xiao, you can't be overthinking, you still have your parents." Jiang Xiurong cried, seeing her child depressed all day long, she felt very uncomfortable.

"Li Xiao, if you die, how will you let your parents live?" Li Daozheng was equally sad.

Seeing his parents like this, Li Xiao became quiet.

In the next few years, even if he didn't believe that what he had experienced was fake, he still had to pretend it was fake, so as not to hurt his parents.

Three years passed.

Li Xiao grew up slowly. In the past three years, at first he really didn't believe that all his experiences were fake, they were all dreams.

However, everything around him denies the existence of Taoism.

There are no ascetics who fly into the sky and escape from the ground, and there are no battles that are prone to landslides and landslides.

In the past three years, Li Xiao has not been chasing the doubts in his heart. If practicing Taoism is just a dream, it would be too real.

He entered the mountain, went to the place where he had fainted, trying to find the feeling of being watched.

He went deep into the wilderness, searched for memories, and went to find the gathering place of the dragons.

He also went to Xiapu County, went to Tianlu Hotel to find Yan Ruyu, and went to the county government to find Fang Min.

The news one after another made him disappointed, extremely disappointed.

None of these people existed at all.

"Perhaps, it's really a dream." Li Xiao was a little desperate. For three years, there was no trace of everything in the past.

From then on, he stepped into the life of an ordinary person.

Married and had children, his parents were old and turned into loess. He and a pair of children personally buried their parents. Seeing their parents enter the soil, he almost cried into tears.

This year, Li Xiao was already sixty years old, his skin was dry and old. He knelt in front of his parents' grave, crying like a child.

If all that was not false, how could his parents die? How can you die?

He didn't want his parents to leave very much, but the reality was right in front of him, birth, old age, sickness and death happened to everyone.

For decades, Li Xiao has also been looking for his grandfather, but there is no news at all.

At the age of sixty, his parents passed away, and he fell ill and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already terminally ill.

His sons and daughters, grandson, granddaughter, and former best friends Da Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang, Wang Goudan, all came and sat in front of his bed.

Looking at the familiar faces that had become old again, Li Xiao shed tears again.

It's a pity that in this life, although Li Xiao made Ningxiang Village a model village in the country, he failed to make it as bright and shocking as in the dream.

"I will return to the loess. After I die, you all remember to bury me with my parents." Li Xiao said weakly.

In these years, Li Xiao was almost desperate. He tried thousands, hundreds of millions of times to open his clairvoyant eyes, operate the formula of longevity, and feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

However, every hope will turn into disappointment, and then into despair.

"No, Dad, you can't go."

Li Xiao's children, already middle-aged, knelt by the bed, crying loudly.

His former friend also shed tears.

Li Xiao's contribution to Ning Village is indisputable. When he was dying, the whole village came and looked at him quietly, with sad expressions.

"I'm not reconciled..." As he was dying, Li Xiao once again recalled the eventful years, the great world filled with monks, and remembered the road of Taoism that can make people look young.

"Why is everything fake, no, it's not fake, it must not be fake." Decades later, Li Xiao is still unwilling to believe that it is fake.

He was about to die, and after decades of silence, in exchange for this moment, he felt strongly unwilling.

He struggled, roared, bleeding from his seven orifices, and finally, under the panic of his relatives and friends, he exhausted all his strength, returned to calm, and passed away.

【End of the book】

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