She looked at Zhu Zhiyuan dreamingly and said, "When I reach eighty, will I not know you anymore?"
Zhu Zhiyuan suddenly understood the reason for her excitement at the airport. It turned out that she was feeling something.
He raised his hand decisively and slapped him again.
"It's simple." Zhu Zhiyuan said, "If you don't recognize him, just hit him."
Gong Fenghuang chuckled and said, "Okay, I'm eighty and you're still beating me like this."
"You have to fight even when you are ninety, and the same thing when you are a hundred."
Gong Fenghuang was moved and kissed him lingeringly.
Therefore, she felt better and had more energy, and said: "Zhiyuan, I want to take grandma abroad for treatment. What do you think?"
"For this kind of geriatric disease, foreign countries don't have any good solutions."
"But I want to give it a try." Gong Fenghuang raised his upper body and looked at Zhu Zhiyuan with bright eyes.
Zhu Zhiyuan also looked at her.
At thirty-seven years old, her figure is not out of shape at all. Although it is not exaggerated, it is very perfect.
But what Zhu Zhiyuan admired more was the fighting spirit in her eyes.
According to legend, when a phoenix dies, it does not fall into the mortal world. Instead, it jumps into the fire and is reborn from the ashes.
Palace Phoenix, as the name suggests, will never give in and live towards death.
"What about work?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"I can suspend my duties." Gong Fenghuang looked indifferent.
She is now the deputy director and deputy director. In a few years, she will be in her early forties at most, and she will have a main hall at her fingertips.
But she didn't care at all.
Zhu Zhiyuan caressed her face.
This is Gong Fenghuang that he admires. In his previous life, he was shocked by her fierce death. In this life, she is his woman. He enjoys her body, but he appreciates her soul even more.
At the same time, some memories from past lives were also triggered.
In the sixteen years of my previous life, I have experienced, seen, and heard countless pieces of information. This information is piled up in my mind, just like the memory of a computer, and is usually of no use.
Only occasionally will some clues pop up.
After sorting out some of the memories that popped up in his mind, Zhu Zhiyuan said: "The West doesn't have any good solutions for this kind of geriatric disease."
"No." Gong Fenghuang said with a bit of stubbornness in his eyes, "But I still want to give it a try."
"Yes." Zhu Zhiyuan patted her back twice and said, "I think Chinese medicine may be more effective for this type of geriatric disease."
"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Gong Fenghuang curled his lips: "Master Deng also suffers from this type of geriatric disease. Is traditional Chinese medicine useful? He is the best doctor."
One of the most powerful words used to despise Chinese medicine is: Is the emperor’s physician strong or great? But how many of the emperor’s long-lived doctors are there?
Zhu Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile and said: "Western medicine is not good either."
He thought about the future generations of Biden, who was only eighty years old and had various Alzheimer's diseases. Is there anything Western medicine can do about it?
"It's better than traditional Chinese medicine anyway." Gong Fenghuang Buxiao said: "The traditional Chinese medicine method, it seems that the clouds and mountains are covered with fog, it really makes them get started, huh."
At this point, her eyes suddenly lit up and she looked at Zhu Zhiyuan: "Zhiyuan, you are a capable person, aren't you?"
"No, no, no." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head hurriedly: "I don't know how to treat illnesses."
"No." Gong Fenghuang was unwilling to give in: "Don't you practitioners know how to cure diseases? It's just like Qigong cures diseases."
"Who said I am a cultivator?" Zhu Zhiyuan was surprised.
"Humph, you just refuse to tell me the truth." Gong Fenghuang snorted.
Zhu Zhiyuan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
He used all kinds of tricks to catch Gong Fenghuang, but he didn't expect that Gong Fenghuang really regarded him as that kind of magic stick.
But he couldn't explain it for a while. He couldn't say that he was reborn, that would be even more mysterious.
"I really don't know how to treat diseases." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "But I think that for elderly diseases like your grandmother's, you can try acupuncture. Don't you believe in foreigners? Foreigners also believe in acupuncture now."
"I don't trust foreigners." Gong Fenghuang snorted. She had her own pride: "But I trust you."
"That's okay." Zhu Zhiyuan said, "I will take you to find someone tomorrow."
"Who?" Gong Fenghuang asked.
"We'll find it tomorrow."
"So, you calculated it." Gong Fenghuang thought wrong again, but became anxious: "Zhiyuan, please stop calculating these things for me. It will shorten your life, or even reveal the secret, and you will be punished by God."
She really believed in Zhu Zhiyuan, especially that time on 512, which completely shocked her. Therefore, she believed Zhu Zhiyuan to the end. She believed everything Zhu Zhiyuan said. Zhu Zhiyuan deliberately had a nosebleed that time, saying that he would be punished for revealing the truth. She really believed it, so she became worried.
Zhu Zhiyuan was touched and amused at the same time, and said: "I didn't calculate this, I heard it from what I heard. There is such a person who is very powerful. You can go to him and give it a try."
"Oh." Gong Fenghuang responded, but he obviously didn't believe it.
She didn't believe it, but Zhu Zhiyuan had a way. He raised his palm and slapped her on her fat buttocks.
"Don't you believe my words?" Zhu Zhiyuan's face changed: "I'll beat your butt."
Gong Fenghuang chuckled and begged for mercy: "Master, please spare me, I won't dare to do it anymore."
"Hmph." Zhu Zhiyuan hummed twice.
Gong Fenghuang hid her face in his arms, but looked at him secretly, and then giggled like a little fox.
Listening to her laughter, Zhu Zhiyuan sighed slightly in his heart.
This is a woman with great personality, but at this point in her previous life, she has been dead for almost a year. No one can appreciate her wonderfulness, and the grandmother she misses so much must also die of Alzheimer's disease.
The next morning, when she got up, Gong Fenghuang made breakfast. This woman was an excellent cook, and Guan Jian was careful. He fried eggs and noodles, but the eggs were fried golden and translucent, which shows his skill.
And her being so attentive showed the love in her heart.
Zhu Zhiyuan ate the eggs with satisfaction, drank all the noodles and noodle soup, put down the bowl, and praised: "It's delicious."
He pouted: "Come on, I have a prize."
"You have such a mouthful of oil." Gong Fenghuang chuckled, took a piece of wet paper, wiped it carefully for Zhu Zhiyuan, and then gave Zhu Zhiyuan a kiss with his red lips.
Pack up and set off, Zhu Zhiyuan shows the way.
"What's the name of Dashi Hutong? I don't know where it is exactly."
"Daxi Alley, right?"
Gong Fenghuang is from Beijing, and she can find it if she has a rough place name.
After asking several times, I actually found the place.
An old alley, with low bungalows on both sides, the streets are narrow, and there are all kinds of messy things piled up.
This is Beijing?
Yes, this is Beijing.
Even after 16 years of age, there are still many old alleys like this.
This is the authentic old Beijing. Let’s call them poor. There are houses in Beijing, and they are only a few streets away from Zhongnanhai.
Let's just say they are rich. The place they live in is not as good as the people in some counties outside.
What Zhu Zhiyuan is looking for is an old man named Yu, named Yu Baixing.
This man studied medicine in his early years, but when he was practicing medicine, he treated people to death.
The deceased's family was powerful and unyielding. After Yu Baixing was released from prison after several years, his wife and children were separated, and he could no longer practice medicine, so he rented a place and changed his profession to become a barber.
Although Yu Baixing no longer practices medicine, he still has acupuncture skills. People around him know that he is capable. If someone has a headache and fever and doesn’t like to go to the hospital, they come to him for an acupuncture, and the acupuncture often cures the problem. .
Later, there was a Japanese who had a strange disease. After he was cured, the Japanese took notice of his medical skills and insisted on learning acupuncture from him.
The Japanese man was very smart and rich. Yu Baixing's son wanted to get married and buy a house, but he had no money. Although the son lived with his wife after the divorce, Yu Baixing still had to worry about having such a son. Without money, he would sigh.
The Japanese asked and gave him 200,000 yuan. At that time, it was about 10, and housing prices in Beijing were not very high. 200,000 yuan was enough for the down payment.
Yu Baixing's son was happy. When they got married, he specially invited Yu Baixing and served tea with his wife.
Yu Baixing was happy and passed on his real skills to the Japanese.
The Japanese learned real skills. After returning home, they treated several people and hyped them up again, becoming an internationally famous acupuncture master. However, one cold night a few years later, Yu Baixing was poisoned by carbon monoxide from a charcoal stove. Died, died silently.
Zhu Zhiyuan heard this story from Nakajima Sukeo. Nakajima drank and talked about everything. He told him many Japanese people and things, including this story about a Japanese studying medicine.
Zhu Zhiyuan didn't expect it at first, as he didn't study medicine, but Gong Fenghuang's grandmother happened to be sick, which triggered this point.
