"Cousin, if I don't do surgery, is there any way to expel the stones?"

Pan Dazhang heard what he meant and seemed to have other ways.

"There is an old Chinese medicine doctor in our village. He is good at treating stones. I went to him to prescribe several medicines before, and they were also effective after taking them. However, I found the herbal medicines unpleasant and insisted on having an operation. I thought I could cut off the roots, but..."

The middle-aged woman also lowered her head guiltily: "Stop talking, just go back to Lao Lingtou and prescribe some more Chinese medicine."

Mother Du heard this and asked excitedly: "Brother, sister-in-law, which village are you from? There is an old Chinese doctor with such high medical skills in your village. That's great. I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and go to him to prescribe Chinese medicine. I

I am not afraid of taking medicine, no matter how bitter it is. As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter."

Du Shanwen also pleadingly said to the middle-aged man: "Cousin, which village are you from? I will take my mother there tomorrow."

The middle-aged man did not hide anything: "Old Lingtou from Lingbei went to Lingbei. If you ask anyone casually, everyone knows about him. His medical skills are passed down from ancestors. His grandfather, many people called him a miracle doctor at that time.

Especially for those with infertility or those with male problems, they will get better after taking a few doses of medicine.

Specialized in treating rare and difficult diseases that cannot be cured by large hospitals.

Some doctors from the major hospitals in Gangzhou came to seek him as their disciple."

Pan Dazhang's heart moved when he heard what he said was so magical.

He thought of Xiao Jianqing, who opened a restaurant in Fuqian Town.

This boy was born with a male problem, and I don’t know if he has received treatment. If Lingbei Laolingtou had this medical skill, wouldn’t he be able to cure his hidden disease?

It was usually difficult to meet him, so he wrote a letter that night. He passed by the post office the next day when he went to school and dropped the letter in.

Pan Dazhang lent his bicycle to Du Shanwen and asked him to take his mother to Lingbei to see Lao Lingtou for treatment the next day.

According to the middle-aged man, Old Lingtou was in a place called Shangbao Village.

During dinner, Du Shanwen found the place where they lived and came to return the bicycle.

"How about it? What did the old Lingtou say?"

Pan Dazhang also knew that many so-called miracle doctors in the countryside were praised by villagers. The real medical skills needed to be verified.

"I prescribed the medicine for a week and promised that if it had no effect, all the medical fees collected would be refunded and the same amount of money would be compensated."

"So confident? It seems like you have two brushes."

Pan Dazhang asked him: "Where have you placed your aunt, and are you going to Gangzhou to help your senior brother?"

What are you going to do next if your mother takes the medicine but it doesn't work?

Du Shanwen: "I rented two rooms at Xiaoximen. They have beds and kitchens. I can make my own food. I'll live there for a week. To be honest, I don't even want to go to my senior brother's place. Help him.

No matter how much money he makes, he won't help me when I'm in trouble. It's better to be loyal to you, Da Zhang. Da Zhang, do you have anything good that you can recommend me to do? If so, I'd rather do it with you.

"

Pan Dazhang remembered the time when Governor Yu opened the recording studio.

Isn't this Du Shanwen the most reliable person?

He told him his idea.

"Dazhang, I am willing to open a video studio with you."

"But how do you explain to your senior brother Guo Guangchang that he won't blame me for poaching his people when he finds out you fucked me?"

"Dazhang, you praise me. In the eyes of my senior brother, I am actually just a handyman, not as important as you said. He once told me personally that he paid me a higher salary than others, which means he lost money. So.

As soon as I left, he would hire another handyman. When I went home that day, Liu Yunyun expressed this intention to me."

There is no room for accommodation even if I am sick. This boss's blood is cold.

"No matter what, let's say hello to him, so that we can meet him again in the future."

Don't do things to perfection, this is also Pan Dazhang's way of being a human being.

"Okay, I'll write him a letter tonight."

Pan Dazhang told Du Shanwen something. He went around to find out about the nearby streets and the facade rooms suitable for opening a video studio.

If you have any questions, tell him and he will talk to the landlord at night.

I gave him the bike.

Du Shanwen wanted to return the three hundred yuan to him, saying that he took his mother to an old Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe medicine, and it only cost less than fifty yuan.

If it doesn't work, he will refund 100 yuan.

If it is effective, you can return to normal after taking the medicine for another week, and pay more attention to your diet in the future.

If symptoms still occur after two days, you need to take medicine for another two weeks.

"Lao Lingtou said that the disease has not been eradicated. The only way to prevent recurrence is to change one's eating habits."

"Therefore, putting this money in my pocket is not of much use. Besides, if I need money urgently, I can just borrow it from you."

I insisted on returning the money to him.

Pan Dazhang counted 50 yuan and handed it to Du Shanwen: "I have arranged for you to do work, and this 50 yuan is considered as reward. There will be many things for you to do in the future..."

When Du Shanwen saw what he said, he accepted it unceremoniously.

"Thank you, boss. If the boss has anything to do in the future, just ask me to do it."

This guy is pretty neat at work.

During lunch time on Saturday, he came over with a smile.

"Boss, I found out about three places that would be rented out, but when I asked, the landlord told me he wouldn't rent them. I don't know what's going on?"

Pan Dazhang happened to not have to go to school in the afternoon.

After eating, let him take you there.

One is at the intersection opposite the bus station, a two-story building.

The first floor is more than 70 square meters and is an empty hall.

There are three rooms on the second floor, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

"This building belongs to the old cobbler at the door of the station. Ask him. I'll wait for you here. He was not very happy when he saw me. I don't know what happened, but he said he wouldn't rent it to someone like me. It's really strange.

I didn’t dig his ancestral graves, why do you hate me so much?”

Du Shanwen deliberately ducked aside and pointed to an old man under a tree at the entrance of the station opposite who was helping people repair shoes, bags, and mend aluminum pots.

Pan Dazhang glanced at him, frowned and shook his head: "I think you haven't had your hair cut for half a year. It's a mess. Brother, this timid old man has a heart attack because of you."

He pointed to an alley in front of him and said, "There is a barber there. Go ahead and cut this messy hair short. I will go and find you later."

Appearance is important.

Du Shanwen was embarrassed and pulled a handful of his hair, then went to the opposite side.

Pan Dazhang saw many white hairs in his hair, and there must be lice as well.

He walked towards the old man at the shoe repair stall.

"Master, I heard that the two-story building opposite belongs to you and will be rented out. Is it true?"

The old man wore a pair of presbyopic glasses and looked up at him a few times.

"How can you rent a house for a kid like you?"

He didn't bother to talk to him and kept working with his hands.

"Master, I am not a child anymore. I will be eighteen soon. Besides, you have a house to rent, and I pay the rent to you. I don't owe you any money. What does age have to do with it?"

These older people are more rigid and stubborn.

"How could it be okay? I rented my house to you. I don't know who you are, so I would rent it to you? A young man with a ferocious look came to me in the morning to ask, but I kicked him away on the spot."

The old man's tone was obviously much gentler.

This young man looks much more pleasing to the eye.

"Master, don't worry, I am a serious person, and I will rent your house for serious business. I can sign a contract with you and pay your rent on time. I am from Yuezhou Village, and my father works in Tieshanlong Tungsten Mine

A retired worker. My mother is from Shuinan Village here, and my uncle is the principal of Shuinan Village Primary School. You can investigate all of these."

Pan Dazhang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed him one, lit it for him, and patiently explained to him.

He doesn't smoke himself.

"I've had enough to eat and have nothing to do? Why do I still want to investigate you?"

The old man took a comfortable drag on the cigarette and slowly blew out the smoke ring.

"What business are you going to rent my room for?" the old man asked casually.

These days, more and more people are opening shops and doing business by themselves. His relatives rent out a front room to others to open a restaurant, which is about the same size as his building. The monthly rent is 30 yuan, and they sign a five-year contract.

His relatives told him, so he was moved.

Anyway, the house is unoccupied and vacant. If you rent it out to others, you can still get monthly rent.

Thirty yuan is equivalent to one person's salary.
To be continued...