"Is it possible?" Qi Zhiqiang looked at Wang Zhong doubtfully.
It's not that Qi Zhiqiang doesn't want to believe Wang Zhong, but that Wang Zhong is too young, and the two families have been married for many years, so Qi Zhiqiang has watched Wang Zhong grow up since he was a child.
Although Wang Zhong has changed a lot in the past few years, Qi Zhiqiang has more or less read a book and served as a soldier. Although he does not have much experience, he still has some experience. Traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound. Most people's understanding of traditional Chinese medicine doctors is The older you get, the grayer your hair, and the higher your medical skills.
At Wang Zhong's age, even if he is still young, he is by no means a doctor with superb medical skills in people's minds.
"You are planning to give up anyway, why not break the jar and let me try!"
"What if there is hope?" Wang Zhong looked at Qi Zhiqiang confidently with a smile on his face.
Seemingly infected by Wang Zhong's confidence, Qi Zhiqiang's anxiety and fear of death dissipated a lot, and hope rekindled in his eyes: "Is it really possible?"
Looking at Wang Zhong, at this moment, in Qi Zhiqiang's eyes that were already shrouded in deathly silence and despair, a cluster of weak flames symbolizing hope, like the fireworks of a match, were burning brightly.
"You'll know if you try it or not!" Wang Zhong looked into Qi Zhiqiang's eyes. Their eyes met in mid-air. Looking at Wang Zhongping and the indifferent confidence in his eyes, Qi Zhiqiang somehow found his originally complicated and tangled expression. My mind gradually calmed down.
"You're right. We've reached this point anyway. You'll know if it works or not." As he spoke, the sorrow hidden in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Here, have a drink!" Qi Zhiqiang raised his glass to Wang Zhong, feeling much better.
Wang Zhongdao: "Starting from tomorrow, take at least one hour to come to my place every day."
"There is also wine. After drinking this, I will start to give up drinking."
"Drinking and sex are the most harmful to the body. Now you must try your best to preserve as much energy as possible in your body. The affair between men and women cannot continue anymore!"
"It's best not to do any work that's too heavy."
"Forehead……"
The wine glass that Qi Zhiqiang had put to his mouth just stood there, he quickly moved his eyes away from Wang Zhong's gaze, and drank the wine in one gulp with a little embarrassment.
"I see!"
The thing between men and women mentioned by Wang Zhong naturally refers to sexual intercourse. How could Qi Zhiqiang not feel embarrassed when a young man like Wang Zhong in his early twenties said such words to a man in his early forties like Qi Zhiqiang.
My old face is inevitably a little hot, and I don't know how to put it down.
After that, until now, Qi Zhiqiang has insisted on coming to Wang Zhong for treatment, starting from coming every day to once every three days now.
In addition to the Taoist health-preserving Ba Duan Jin that Wang Zhong had taught him to practice every day, Qi Zhiqiang could clearly feel that his body was gradually getting better.
Although this process is not fast, you can really feel the effect.
With more and more contact with Wang Zhong, the relationship between the two is getting better and better, and Qi Zhiqiang's understanding of Wang Zhong is also quietly changing unknowingly.
Sanli put her schoolbag away, picked up the broom, and cleaned the front hall. From time to time she looked up at the big clock hanging on the wall. When the time came, she hurried in and woke up Qi Zhiqiang who was lying on the hospital bed.
"Sanli? It's you!" When he opened his eyes and saw Sanli standing at the head of the bed, Qi Zhiqiang's face immediately showed a smile.
Basically, Sanli wakes him up every time, and Qi Zhiqiang is used to it.
"Uncle, how are you feeling?" Sanli asked with concern.
In the past few years, Qi Zhiqiang has been coming here every three days to ask Wang Zhong for treatment. Sanli is not a fool, so how could she not guess what happened.
"Very good!" Qi Zhiqiang was about to get up as he said that, but Sanli hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"Uncle, I'm not old yet, I don't need support!" In front of the children, Qi Zhiqiang always looks that gentle and kind.
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"My uncle is in front!" Sanli helped tidy up the hospital bed.
Qi Zhiqiang didn't stop him, took his coat and walked out of the ward to find Wang Zhong.
"Did you sleep well?"
Seeing that Qi Zhiqiang's face became more and more energetic, Wang Zhong couldn't help but smile. This showed that the effect of his treatment was pretty good. After several years, although he had not been completely cured, Qi Zhiqiang's body was getting better and better, and his spirit was getting better and better. The head is also very refreshing.
There is a saying in Chinese medicine that disease comes like a mountain falling, and disease goes away like a silk thread.
Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed profound and profound, but it is not as magical as what is said in movies and TV shows. In fact, Wang Zhong's treatment is only auxiliary, and the most important thing is Qi Zhiqiang's mentality.
What Wang Zhong did was mainly to continuously help Qi Zhiqiang regain his confidence and expectations for life and the future, and then supplemented it with drugs and acupuncture, first to curb the spread of the disease, and then to solve it bit by bit.
Facts have proved that Wang Zhong's psychotherapy method is very effective.
And another point is that the five Qiao brothers and sisters, with Wang Zhong and Ma Suqin taking care of them, save Qi Zhiqiang a lot of effort, so that he will not have to take care of his own family, but also take care of Yicheng and them like in the original plot. In the end, I was exhausted both mentally and physically and could not afford to fall ill.
"Very good!" Qi Zhiqiang also had a smile on his face: "I slept very comfortably!"
"This is a good sign!" Wang Zhong said: "After I go back today, I can change it to come back in a week. From now on, just take one day a week to come here. But you must remember to take the medicine I prescribe for you on time."
Qi Zhiqiang said: "Don't worry, I won't forget it!"
Wang Zhong said again: "With your current physical condition, you can resume sexual intercourse appropriately, but don't do it too frequently, no more than three times a week!"
"It's best to do it once or twice..."
As Wang Zhong was talking, Qi Zhiqiang felt that his old face was a little red, but fortunately he had been in contact with Wang Zhong more and knew that Wang Zhong did not mean to make fun of him, but was seriously instructing him. , so although he was a little embarrassed, Qi Zhiqiang still pricked up his ears and listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.
After all, Qi Zhiqiang is only in his early forties, in the prime of life. If it weren't for his health, this would be the time when dragons and tigers are fierce.
In a few years, things will really start to go downhill.
Seeing that Qi Zhiqiang didn't speak, Wang Zhong also knew that he was embarrassed. He suppressed his laughter and pretended to be serious and said: "That's all for now. Remember to come here regularly for check-ups."
After Wang Zhong finished speaking, Qi Zhiqiang thanked him and hurried away.
Just kidding, forget it if Wang Zhong says it, there is Sanli who will come out soon. If Sanli hears Wang Zhong's words, Qi Zhiqiang, the uncle, will have to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.
Not long after Qi Zhiqiang left, at half past five, the door was closed with the help of Sanli. The uncle and nephew pushed their bicycles and hurried home slowly.
"Uncle!"
On the way, Sanli turned to look at Wang Zhong: "How long will it take for uncle's illness to be cured?"
Unlike his father, Qiao Zuwang, who was selfish, Qi Zhiqiang was a man who, like Wang Zhong, made Sanli and Yichen and the others feel fatherly love from him.
The children can also clearly feel that Qi Zhiqiang cares for them sincerely.
"Your uncle's illness is a bit troublesome. It will probably take another two or three years!" Wang Zhong didn't say too much. After all, the time has not come yet and no one knows what will happen next moment.
And symptoms don’t always remain the same.
"Uncle!" Sanli suddenly looked at Wang Zhong seriously and said, "You must cure my uncle! My uncle is a good man!"
Wang Zhong pushed the bicycle with one hand, rubbed Sanli's head with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will do my best."
"Thank you! Uncle!" Sanli suddenly stopped and still said seriously.
"Okay!" Wang Zhong also stopped and called to Sanli: "Why are you so polite to my uncle? Go back quickly. Your second brother and Aunt Suqin should have already prepared the food!"
Ma Suqin went home early at 4:30 to help the second Qiang wash the vegetables and help the second Qiang cook.
Now Erqiang is the family's master chef. Although his cooking is far inferior to Wang Zhong's, in terms of controlling the heat, he is already as good as Ma Suqin, who has been immersed in the kitchen for many years.
Moreover, Ma Suqin is from the Northeast, and her cooking taste is more Northeastern. Wang Zhong has a eating habit, but Yicheng and the others may not.
However, life was indeed difficult in the past few years. It was good to have enough to eat and to be full. Who had the spare time to pick and choose.
A bright smile appeared on Sanli's face, and the uncle and nephew walked side by side looking in the direction of home.
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Wang Zhong looked at the young man in front of him with some surprise, and said that there was something wrong with the young man, because this man was much older than Wang Zhong, at least thirty.
He is well-mannered and elegant, with a bookish air about him, which makes people feel refreshed and quick just looking at him.
"Are you Mr. Qingshan?" Wen Qinghua came here because of his reputation. He was originally a teacher in the Literature Department of Jinling Normal University. In his spare time, he liked to read some literary works. By chance, he came into contact with "Hexi Corridor" written by Wang Zhong. " and "The Rise of Great Powers". I greatly appreciate Wang Zhong's literary talent and admire Wang Zhong's sophisticated writing skills.
Especially after knowing that Wang Zhong was a native of Nanjing, it took a lot of effort and a lot of contacts to find out Wang Zhong's address and came here because of his fame.
But looking at Wang Zhong, who was young and a little too young in front of him, Wen Qinghua found it difficult to connect Wang Zhong with Qingshan, the writer in his mind.
"Mr. Qingshan, the famous writer who wrote "Hexi Corridor" and "The Rise of Great Powers"?" Wen Qinghua confirmed with Wang Zhong again.
"That should be me!" Wang Zhong replied with a smile, not unhappy because of Wen Qinghua's doubts.
"My name is Wang Zhong, what do you call this Mr....?" Wang Zhong still smiled and reached out his hand.
"Oh~~~" Wen Qinghua quickly reached out and shook hands with Wang Zhong: "My name is Wen Qinghua. I like your works very much. I happened to have a classmate who works in one of the magazines where you published your works, so I asked for your address. , I want to visit you and see your true face in Lushan."
"I didn't expect it... I didn't expect it..."
Wen Qinghua suddenly hesitated for words, mainly because Wang Zhong's youth had a big impact on him.
"I didn't expect that I'm so young!" Wang Zhong turned to his side and said, "Mr. Wen, come in and sit down!"
Wang Zhong introduced people into the house and served freshly brewed hot tea. Wen Qinghua felt a little uncomfortable and not used to it.
