The hostels of Yanjing University are all open to parents of students. Now that Yanjing is on holiday, there are not many people staying there.
Su Xiaofan completed the check-in procedures, checked her cell phone in the room for a while, and then went back to school to have dinner with her sister in the cafeteria of their institute.
Also eating together were Zhao Qingyao and his daughter, as well as two male students and their parents. Su Xiaofan got to know each other and added their contact information.
Su Xiaofan deliberately ordered some very expensive dishes. When the dishes were served, the ingredients tasted very good. Su Xiaofan felt that even if he didn't agree, his sister, a foodie, would not agree to it.
After dinner, Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Qingyao went back to the dormitory together, while Zhao Zhengshan and Su Xiaofan walked slowly to the guest house. It is said that the campus of Yenching University was originally a scenic spot.
"We would go to college at that time, but we didn't have the conditions."
Walking on Jingyi's campus, Zhao Zhengshan felt a little emotional.
"Uncle Zhao, why don't you go to work in your family's company?"
Su Xiaofan had a few chats with Zhao Zhengshan and found out that he worked at Luochuan Hospital. Coincidentally, that hospital was the same hospital where Su Xiaofan stayed in the car accident.
"I'm not that material. I can't help you if I go."
Zhao Zhengshan laughed and said: "I have been interested in medicine since I was a child, especially traditional Chinese medicine. My current hospital is mainly responsible for bone setting and acupuncture..."
When Zhao Zhengshan was young, his family was relatively poor, and his eldest brother dropped out of school very early to follow his father in business. On the contrary, after he entered high school, his family became rich, so Zhao Zhengshan enrolled in college.
Originally, according to the old man's intention, he wanted Zhao Zhengshan to major in business administration or something like that, or to go into politics after college so that he could help the family business in the future. However, Zhao Zhengshan was a very indifferent person.
Before enrolling as a major, Zhao Zhengshan had a deep conversation with his father.
Zhao Zhengshan saw it very clearly. The family business was built by his father and his eldest brother. It would definitely be unfair to his eldest brother if he went to pick peaches directly after graduating from college. If not handled well, it might turn into a situation where the brothers are fighting against each other. The entire family business would fall apart.
Moreover, Zhao Zhengshan has no ambition to do this. He has no interest in doing business at all. Instead, he learned massage and bone-setting for several years from a walking practitioner in the countryside when he was a child, and he has a special liking for traditional Chinese medicine.
Zhao Hengjian has always been arbitrary and rarely listens to other people's opinions, but that time he was persuaded by his son to let Zhao Zhengshan choose his own future life.
Zhao Zhengshan is really a good doctor. He first studied Western medicine clinical medicine for five years. After working as a clinician for several years, he enrolled under a domestic Chinese medicine master and truly integrated Chinese and Western medicine. Now, He is already an expert with a special national allowance.
However, Zhao Zhengshan still wanted to stay in Luochuan, but he only served as a deputy director in the hospital and worked on the front line all the time.
Of course, although he does not fight or grab, Zhao Zhengshan is not short of money. He can get a large amount of money from the family business every year to use for his hobbies.
Zhao Zhengshan's only hobby is collecting antiques. Speaking of Jingxintang's Jing Shizhen, he first met her and later introduced her to his father.
"No wonder I looked familiar to Uncle Zhao before. It turns out you are a frequent visitor to the antique market."
Speaking of antiques, Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan had more topics to talk about. The more they chatted, the more they became more speculative.
"Uncle Zhao, that bracelet on your hand is from Hetian jade, right?"
Su Xiaofan saw a string of irregular bracelets on Zhao Zhengshan's hand. Since he couldn't see clearly at night, it vaguely looked like jade.
Su Xiaofan has seen many bracelets, but this is the first time he has seen an irregular bracelet like this, and he can't help but be curious.
"Yes, and it's made from Hetian jade seeds. My father begged me for it from a master."
Zhao Zhengshan nodded and raised his wrist to show Su Xiaofan, but he did not take off the bracelet and did not even let Su Xiaofan touch it.
[Repair value: 7 points! 】
["The low-level Kunshan Jade artifact is damaged and can be repaired. The repair value needs to be deducted by 7 points. Do you want to repair it? 】
"Well, Kunshan jade? This is the ancient name of Hetian jade..."
Seeing the information that appeared in his mind, Su Xiaofan was stunned for a moment. The quality of Zhao Zhengshan's Kunshan jade artifact was actually better than that of my younger sister's black jade Buddha, because repairing it requires 7 points, which is much higher than repairing the black jade. Buddha needs to use a little more repair value.
Of course, Su Xiaofan chose not to repair it.
According to Uncle Jing's method of converting the value of the Yin Sha Stone, the repair value for himself is almost four to five million RMB. Whether it is money or repair value, Su Xiaofan himself does not have enough, so how can he repair it for the other party.
"Doesn't the Zhao family have a magic weapon like a pendant? Why not give it to Zhao Qingyao?"
"By the way, Uncle Zhao, what do you think of the major studied in this special recruitment class?"
Su Xiaofan asked. The other person's life experience was much richer than his own, and he must know more about this so-called unnatural phenomenon than he did.
"Paranormal activity?"
Zhao Zhengshan paused, lowered his voice a bit, and said, "Uncle Zhao, I believe this because I saw it with my own eyes."
"Uncle Zhao, what have you seen?" Su Xiaofan was stunned for a moment.
"Ahem, how should I put it? That was an experience I had not long ago when I started working."
Zhao Zhengshan thought for a while and said: "It was almost twenty years ago. At that time, I worked in the emergency department of the hospital after graduating from Western medicine. I was on duty that night, and 120 admitted several patients who had been in car accidents..."
Zhao Zhengshan talked about the past events of more than 20 years ago as if he could remember them vividly, and it was obvious that he had a very deep memory of this incident.
At that time, Zhao Zhengshan already had a medical certificate and was also the doctor on duty in the emergency department that night.
He remembered clearly that one of the middle-aged patients had stopped breathing when he was sent to the hospital because his heart was punctured by a broken glass sharp object. For some unknown reason, the patient kept his eyes open.
After Zhao Zhengshan confirmed that the patient was dead, he personally called the morgue to notify the patient, and assisted the morgue staff to place the body on the car, and the staff sent it to the morgue.
Zhao Zhengshan was very busy that night. He didn't finish his work until dawn in the early morning. Because he was too tired, Zhao Zhengshan took a nap while resting in the duty room.
Zhao Zhengshan still can't tell whether he fell asleep or not at that time.
Zhao Zhengshan only remembered that when he was resting, he found that the door of the duty room was opened, and a middle-aged man walked in and told Zhao Zhengshan to borrow a pen and paper to help him remember something.
It is normal to encounter such a thing in the hospital. Zhao Zhengshan handed the paper and pen to the man, but the man said that his hand was injured and could not write, he said, and then asked Zhao Zhengshan to help him write it down.
Zhao Zhengshan would naturally not refuse a casual favor, but when he dictated it to the person and wrote down a password and was about to hand the paper to the person, he suddenly found that the person was missing.
At this moment, Zhao Zhengshan suddenly woke up. He recalled the appearance of the man in his mind, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, because the person who came to him to borrow pen and paper was the middle-aged man who died in a car accident tonight. .
Those who studied medicine were trained by anatomy teachers, and Zhao Zhengshan was quite brave. He immediately ran to the morgue and went to see the man. When he looked at it, he found that the man's eyes, which were originally open, were already closed.
Anyone who has studied medicine knows that there are all kinds of scary and ridiculous stories in medical school, but Zhao Zhengshan did not expect that he would actually encounter him. Thinking of that person's actions, Zhao Zhengshan did something.
On the next day, Zhao Zhengshan found the person's family and handed the piece of paper with the password written on it, cut out with the hospital markings removed, to the person's family, saying that it was left on that person.
There was also a car accident with that person's son. He was not seriously injured but needed to be hospitalized for a period of time. During this period, Zhao Zhengshan deliberately inquired and found out that the number written on the piece of paper was indeed the password of their family's bankbook.
At this moment, Zhao Zhengshan understood that he really saw the middle-aged man that day, or maybe he saw his obsession.
Maybe the middle-aged man didn't know that after his death, his legal heirs could withdraw his bank deposits as long as he had a death certificate issued by the hospital, so he specifically found Zhao Zhengshan and asked him to write down his bank password.
In Zhao Zhengshan's opinion, the state of that person's soul at that time should be a disembodied spiritual energy body, which stimulated his brain through mental stimulation, causing him to hallucinate and see that person.
After this incident, Zhao Zhengshan, who had no faith in the first place, became very interested in whether the spirit exists after death and the causes of spiritual existence.
So Zhao Zhengshan began to systematically study traditional Chinese medicine, because traditional Chinese medicine has the theory of yin and yang and five elements, the theory of five movements and six qi, and the theory of qi, blood, essence, and body fluids. Studying these seemed to help him understand the existence of spiritual consciousness.
However, what makes Zhao Zhengshan very depressed is that in more than 20 years, he has not encountered a similar incident again.
If he hadn't remembered that incident very clearly, Zhao Zhengshan would probably have doubted whether the direction of his research was wrong. There is no spiritual consciousness in this world.
"Are there really ghosts in this world?"
After hearing Zhao Zhengshan's experience, Su Xiaofan shook his head and said, "Uncle Zhao, I'm not as lucky as you. I actually encountered ghosts. I used to walk through graveyards when I was in school, and I haven't seen any ghosts after walking for three years." .”
"After all my years of research, I'm afraid this requires certain formation conditions before we can see it."
Zhao Zhengshan is also very courageous. When Su Xiaofan said that he was lucky to have seen ghosts, Zhao Zhengshan actually agreed very much.
"I went back to the village a few days ago, and I saw some ghosts breaking into the wall."
Su Xiaofan told the story about what he saw some time ago.
"No wonder you asked Professor Lei about ghosts breaking into walls. I haven't seen it on site, but I have seen patients who have experienced ghosts breaking into walls."
It has to be said that Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan both have somewhat different thinking than ordinary people, and when they chatted, they felt like old friends at first sight, and they were very speculative.
When they returned to the guest house, the two of them were still chatting enthusiastically. They went to Su Xiaofan's room and chatted for several hours. It was not until one o'clock in the morning that Zhao Zhengshan went back to his room to rest.
