At this time, the red-crowned crane attracted attention and discovered that after the employee returned to the company, he told his son Wu Xingyun what Wu Guozhong said. Wu Xingyun was a filial son, and the Master's words were his orders. He personally found the hotel that purchased the red-crowned crane as an ingredient in dishes and asked to take it away.
The hotel owner disagreed on the grounds that the police had sealed the red-crowned crane's body as evidence and stamped it, so it was not allowed to be moved. If it was to be moved, it must be approved by the police at the police station that handled the case. As a result, Wu Xingyun got his wish. The policeman at the police station who handled the case agreed that he would meet the request of his father, an old man who protected birds, to bury the body of the red-crowned crane on the island where he was guarding, and to erect a monument.
Pluto pointed to the monument dedicated to the red-crowned crane that he saw in the mirror and said, do you enjoy the same treatment as human beings? The soul of the red-crowned crane replied, well, yes, I am very grateful! It seems that no matter whether they are humans or animals, as long as they do good deeds, they will be respected.
Going back thousands of years, the soul of a red-crowned crane who was rewarded by the underworld for his good deeds was reincarnated into a person in the farming era. His parents were famous Chinese medicine practitioners in the Central Plains.
When they gave birth to him, they were both fifty and zero, so they were overjoyed to have a son late in life, and because their son was a descendant of the He family, they were so happy to name him.
He Qixi was born in this family of traditional Chinese medicine. He had been influenced since he was a child, and his parents kept it secret. He was able to treat ordinary patients on his own at the age of twelve or thirteen, and the patients recovered immediately after taking the prescribed medicine.
When he was twenty years old, He Qixi's medical skills were even better, and he even surpassed his parents in some aspects. He felt like he was better than his parents. Because my parents were old and their final days had come, they were unable to cure themselves when they fell ill, and they died one after another soon after. His parents had a brief last word before they died, which he kept in mind, and he was always respected by others when he used it to help the world.
He often treated poor people free of charge and treated rich people for very little. At that time, a woman went everywhere to seek medical treatment for her husband, whose belly was swollen as big as a bucket and his body was covered with malignant sores. However, she had pawned all her property and was still not cured.
She found He Qixi and promised that as long as my husband's disease is cured, I can help you. In order to repay you well, my husband will also agree.
He Qi was delighted to see this beautiful woman, but was not moved by what she said. He just said, "Let's not talk about this first. Let's take a look at your husband's symptoms first." The woman thought that He Qixi, like other doctors, was not sure of curing her husband's illness and had no hope.
Unexpectedly, after seeing her husband's symptoms, He Qiqi prescribed a simple but wonderful prescription, asking the patient to take no medicine and only take one tablespoon of water soaked in quicklime three times a day in the morning, noon and evening. After taking the water, which is as clear as filtered water, for a period of time, the patient's bulging belly slowly subsided and became calmer. The malignant sores all over his body also slowly absorbed water, and no longer fester and ooze pus, but became dry and scabbed.
Three months later, her husband was completely cured of the disease that had eluded him for decades. This woman found such joy that she wanted to fulfill the promise she had made with her body. Unexpectedly, He Qixi said, "This is not possible. My parents were both doctors during their lifetime and had a good reputation among the people. They both left their last words before their death. My father said to me, if you want to improve your medical skills, you must learn about medical knowledge; my mother He also told me that if you want the world to praise you, you must pay attention to medical ethics.
Now that I have cured your husband's disease, it is the result of my understanding of medical knowledge. You and your husband want to repay me. I accept this feeling, but I cannot accept this kind of repayment. In doing so, you are disrespecting yourself. , not only insulted your reputation, but also insulted my reputation.
I didn't cure your husband's illness just to get you to give me my life. If I accept this kind of repayment from you, it will destroy the medical ethics that I have always adhered to, and I will be ashamed of my Master, so this is absolutely unacceptable. All right! Curing your husband is my bounden duty as a doctor, and I don’t need you to repay him. He Qixi said this, and as expected, he didn't ask for a penny from the woman.
That night, He Qixi fell asleep peacefully and dreamed that a god said to him: You have done meritorious service in practicing medicine, and you have not taken advantage of others' dangers to fornicate other people's women. By God's decree, you will be given an official position and an annual reward of 50,000 yuan.
Not long after, the empress fell ill, and the emperor asked his ministers to find He Qixi, who cured the empress' illness. He was then appointed as the imperial physician, and his salary was exactly what the gods in the dream had said.
A few years later, the emperor died and there was internal strife in the court. He Qixi felt the danger of being overwhelmed by the cold at high places, so he resigned and retired. He came to a mountain village called Qilichong. The roads in the village were uneven, uneven, and had seven curves. Although it is quite remote, there are many villagers coming and going.
Especially at night, people often walk in the dark and fall into ditches due to the cold. Some people fall bruised and swollen, and some even sprain their feet or hurt their ankles. Fortunately, He Qixi, who was anonymous, bought a house here, and hung a clinic sign called He Liukou on it. He Liukou, of course, was changed from He Qixi's original name. He is really busy here treating people, but he comes one after another, and what makes the patients satisfied is that he treats each one well, and the cured patients have almost no sequelae.
The people nearby all called He Liukou a miracle doctor, but none of them knew that he was He Qixi, who had been an imperial physician in the imperial court. Soon people became accustomed to calling him Dr. He and respected him. This was of course due to his extraordinary medical skills.
As the saying goes: Those who can work hard. There are many people in Qili Chongshan Village, many people walk at night, and many people get injured. The injured come to treat them every day, bandaging, applying medicine, and they are busy until night. Doctor He suddenly thought, can I reduce the number of patients in Qilichong?
Only when the number of patients decreases will I feel more relaxed. Of course, he did not want to relax, but to prevent people from getting sick in Qilichong, just like the self-encouragement couplet written by the noble man in the apricot forest, "I hope that people in the world are not sick, I would rather have medicine in the cupboard that breeds insects". The prediction hit Mr. He's conscience.
A few days later, or even longer, on the winding road in Qilichongshan Village, the number of people walking at night did not decrease, but the number of people who fell was reduced or eliminated. What is the reason for this?
The people of Qilichongshan Village gradually understood that every night from Shenshi to Zishi (that is, 7 pm to 12 pm), an old man held a torch to light up the people walking at night in Qilichongshan Village, so that they could return to the warmth smoothly. The old man holding a torch is He Langzhong.
Someone asked, "Mr. He, you treat people and get some treatment fees. You light torches for people to light the way at night, but they don't have money to give you. Isn't it in vain that you help people like this?"
Mr. He smiled and answered, "Where?" I am doing this to help myself. Think about it, there used to be too many people who were injured while walking at night every day. They couldn’t even come to see me for medical treatment, and they had to see me. I was so busy that I didn’t even have time to eat or sleep. I wanted to treat me. This doctor was exhausted.
It's better now. There are fewer or no people injured by falling at night in this area. I feel much more relaxed. I have enough time to eat and sleep. Isn't this helping myself?
He Langzhong decided to light torches for people walking at night in Qilichong Mountain Village. He did this without any regrets, no matter it was lightning and thunder, or it was a windy and snowy night. After he persisted for 30 years, a miracle occurred. The arm that held the torch no longer needed to hold the torch. As long as it was lifted, it shone brightly, making the night sky of Qili Chong Mountain Village look like day.
No one in the world understands what is going on. In fact, this is a kind of pure good will that has reached a qualitative sublimation with infinite increment of time, thus playing a miraculous role. Yes, even at the age of 80, Mr. He is still willing to serve the people. He looks fresh and energetic, with piercing eyes. He is even more masculine and tough than a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
