Wei Cheng just glanced at her without saying a word. Qiao Wanyue was about to speak when she saw Wei Cheng standing up and calling behind her: "Grandpa."
Qiao Wanyue turned her head and saw that Mr. Wei had woken up at some point and had stood up from the recliner. Mother Zhou handed Mr. Wei's crutches over, and Mr. Wei walked to the sofa with the crutches.
Although Mr. Wei is old, his body is in good shape. Even though he is holding a cane in his hand, his murderous aura has not diminished by half. His eyes are bright and lively, not as muddy as those of people of this age.
At first glance, he looks like a battle-hardened veteran, which is admirable.
Qiao Wanyue stood up and greeted politely: "Hello, Mr. Wei."
Mr. Wei nodded, waved his hand for Qiao Wanyue to sit down, and asked Wei Cheng, "Is this the Doctor Qiao you mentioned?"
Wei Cheng nodded: "Grandpa, her name is Qiao Wanyue."
"This is a good name. The small bridge and flowing water look like the moon in the clouds." Mr. Wei looked at Qiao Wanyue with a smile, as if he were looking at his granddaughter-in-law. The more he looked at her, the more satisfied he became.
Qiao Wanyue felt uncomfortable being looked at by Mr. Wei. She always felt that Mr. Wei's eyes were a bit strange. Why was it that he looked at his granddaughter-in-law?
She changed the subject: "Mr. Wei, do you often have pain in your joints, especially in winter rainy days, the pain is more severe?"
Mr. Wei nodded, walked to the sofa and sat down. He motioned for Qiao Wanyue to sit down and said, "My legs have always been bad. They were the sequelae of lying in the snow for a day and a night. When I was young, I could still resist them. Now, The pain became more and more obvious, and I saw many doctors, but nothing was cured. This guy said that you have good medical skills, so I asked him to bring you to me to have a look."
Qiao Wanyue said seriously: "That's right. You have rheumatism left from that time. I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine for you. You can try it for a while. Take the Chinese medicine internally, and then get some plaster for external use. If you don't get a single Yue, it will definitely cure your leg pain."
Unexpectedly, when Mr. Wei heard that he still had to take medicine, he immediately waved his hands: "You can't eat it, you can't eat it. At this age, I'm most afraid of hard things. I just put a plaster on it. If it doesn't work, give me some medication." Just take the pain medicine to relieve the symptoms. I’m already half buried, so I can’t bear the pain anymore.”
Qiao Wanyue was amused by Mr. Wei's words: "Mr. Wei, you and Mr. Tang are really similar. One is afraid of going to the hospital for surgery, and the other is afraid of taking medicine. As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, and medicine can only cure diseases if it is bitter."
When Mr. Wei heard that Qiao Wanyue had also treated Mr. Tang's illness, he immediately asked, "Has he gone to the hospital for surgery?"
Qiao Wanyue shook her head: "The knife didn't move, I just took the medicine. Do you want to consider taking some Chinese medicine? This is a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors. It is guaranteed to work after taking it."
Mr. Wei waved his hands firmly: "I have a bad stomach and can't take Chinese medicine."
Qiao Wanyue suppressed her laughter and did not expose him. Instead, Wei Cheng said: "Prescribe him some Chinese medicine."
Mr. Wei glared: "You are an unfilial grandson who will not respect the wishes of the elderly. I don't take Chinese medicine, and I won't take it even if prescribed."
Qiao Wanyue's eyebrows slightly curved: "Forget it, since Mr. Wei doesn't want to take Chinese medicine, then he won't take it. I'll prescribe more plasters. My plasters are also very effective. It's just that the medicine will be better if taken internally." .”
"Okay, just slow down. It's been hurting for so many years anyway. It will hurt for about ten days and a half." Mr. Wei sighed: "I don't know if I can still see my great-grandson with my old bones. Born."
Qiao Wanyue said with a smile: "Mr. Wei, don't worry, you are in good health. As long as the shrapnel in Wei Cheng's lungs is removed, won't it be possible to have a grandson soon?"
Hearing that she also knew that Wei Cheng had shrapnel in his lungs, Mr. Wei's eyes lit up: "Little girl, are you sure you can help him remove the shrapnel?"
"Um..." Qiao Wanyue carefully considered her words before saying, "Mr. Wei, I think it is more reliable to hire an expert for such a major surgery."
Mr. Wei thought there was nothing she could do, and sighed: "If those experts could really take it out, this thing wouldn't stay in his body for so long."
Qiao Wanyue blinked and said nothing. It was really difficult to take out this thing. Even she, without the cooperation of advanced medical equipment, could not just take it out casually. In serious cases, it could kill people.
Qiao Wanyue was about to change the topic to liven up the atmosphere, but Mr. Wei suddenly laughed twice: "Let's not talk about these bad mood topics. You came all the way from Ancheng, and I should do my best to be a landlord. I'll be here tonight. Go back after dinner."
"Mr. Wei, I..."
Qiao Wanyue was about to find an excuse to refuse, but Mr. Wei interrupted her.
"Just follow Wei Cheng and call me grandpa. Calling Mr. Wei too harsh."
Before Qiao Wanyue could speak, he asked again: "Can you play chess?"
Qiao Wanyue nodded: "I know a little bit."
"Haha, okay, come here and play two games of chess with me." He called to Wei Cheng: "Go and get my chessboard."
In this way, Qiao Wanyue, who had originally planned to leave, inexplicably stayed for dinner and played chess with Mr. Wei.
She asked Weicheng to take her to the bathroom as an excuse, and took the opportunity to question: "Your grandfather left me here to eat, don't you know how to stop me?"
Wei Cheng asked her back: "Do you think my words have weight in front of him?"
"..." As if it didn't matter, Qiao Wanyue asked for confirmation: "Could it be that your grandfather and grandson are playing the friendship card together just to avoid paying for medical expenses?"
Before Weicheng could say anything, she warned fiercely: "Let me tell you, the plaster I prescribed for your grandfather was developed by myself. It has not been put on the market yet. It is very expensive. Don't even think about using Overlord Medicine."
This plaster came out of the blind box she opened that day. Although it was not developed by her, it cannot be separated from her. After all, if she had not opened the blind box, Mr. Wei would not have the opportunity to enjoy this plaster.
Wei Cheng reminded her in a low voice: "You have made my grandfather happy, and the benefits you will get are far worth the money of those plasters."
Qiao Wanyue made a dubious sound, pushed the door open and entered the bathroom. When she came out, Wei Cheng had already taken the chessboard and Mr. Wei was waiting for her.
Mr. Wei usually likes to play chess. Although Qiao Wanyue can play chess, she is not very good at it. She feels that Mr. Wei will kill her to pieces, so she begs for mercy before playing chess.
"Grandpa Wei, I'm not very good at this, at best I know it. You have to be merciful later."
Mr. Wei chuckled and said: "It's really rare for young people to know this. It doesn't need to be superb. You can play wherever you want. Winning or losing is not important."
