"Doctor Zeng, thank you for your hard work!" Old Qiu's guard staff took a few steps forward, greeted Zeng Yi, then pointed his hand at the car and said, "Please get in the car!"

Zeng Yi exchanged a few greetings with the other party and got into the car. On the way, the other party did not speak, and Zeng Yi did not ask much, and the car headed straight for Qiu's house.

Just like last time, there were still tight guards at the door of Qiu's house, but with the guards led by the guards, the guards at the door did not stop Zeng Yi.

After entering the door, someone in the yard was posing in a strange position and stood there quietly, his chest was constantly rising and falling rhythmically, obviously practicing a breathing technique.

Hearing the footsteps, the man closed his posture and opened his eyes to look at the door. When he saw clearly it was Zeng Yi, his face changed, but soon he returned to normal. The person who was practicing martial arts was not someone else, but Qiu Dajun. He saw that Zeng Yi's face changed drastically, but it was just a habit. When he thought that he had already explained all the grudges with Zeng Yi, he was now without any worries and fear, and his face returned to normal.

Zeng Yi glanced at it casually and knew what Qiu Dajun was practicing, which was related to the only meatball he left. It seemed that Qiu Dajun had not given up hope yet, and that martial art seemed to have consulted experts, but unfortunately Zeng Yi was not optimistic about it at all.

He nodded slightly to Qiu Dajun, saying hello, Zeng Yi followed the guard staff and walked into the house without stopping in the yard.

Qiu Dajun also nodded to Zeng Yi, and without saying anything, he stood there and watched Zeng Yi enter the house. Then Qiu Dajun took the strange posture just now and started practicing again.

When he went straight to the study on the second floor, Lao Qiu was sitting in the sofa chair and reading a thick album. When he saw Zeng Yi coming in, he put the album aside and said, "Doctor Xiao Zeng is here, thank you for your hard work!"

"Hello, Mr. Qiu!" Zeng Yi stepped forward and said hello, and observed Mr. Qiu's complexion. He found that Mr. Qiu's complexion seemed to be much better than half a year ago. He said, "Mr. Qiu should be much better recently. Don't he feel uncomfortable?"

Mr. Qiu was not in a hurry to answer Zeng Yi’s question, but pointed to a stool beside him and said kindly: “Sit down. Let’s talk about it later!” After that, Mr. Qiu ordered the guard staff officer: “Give Dr. Xiao Zeng some fruit and ask for fresh ones!”

"No need, it's too troublesome!" Zeng Yi hurriedly said to the guard staff.

The guard staff ignored Zeng Yi's politeness and turned around and went out to get the fruit. After a while, they personally brought two plates of fruits and placed them on the small coffee table next to Mr. Qiu.

"Come on, try it!" Mr. Qiu reached out and picked up an apple and handed it directly to Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi had to answer and said, "Thank you Mr. Qiu!" After that, he also expressed his gratitude to the guard staff and asked the dignified major general to serve him fruit. Zeng Yi had not been too arrogant to have no response.

"You have come from all the way to treat this old bone. I haven't thanked you yet!" Mr. Qiu smiled and signaled that the guards could go and do nothing here.

The guard then left the study room and closed the door gently.

"Old Qiu looks much better!" Zeng Yi returned to the topic just now and gently put the apple aside.

Mr. Qiu nodded and said, "Since you gave the injection last time, I have never had any old problems. I thought I wouldn't bother you to go this trip, but they insisted on using your doctor's advice to tell me. When the time comes to the follow-up visit, they invited you over."

"It's safer to have a follow-up visit. Mr. Qiu cannot have this idea, otherwise if something goes wrong, it's my responsibility." Zeng Yi said.

Mr. Qiu laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I will cooperate actively and not let you make things difficult!" As he said, Mr. Qiu stretched out his arm, pulled his sleeve, and said, "Come on, what do you say, I will do it."

Zeng Yi stretched out his hand to take his pulse, feeling a little strange. He had seen Mr. Qiu many times, but he seemed to have never seen him laugh. This was a sign of autism. But when he came to the follow-up visit today, Mr. Qiu smiled and laughed constantly. What was going on?

After touching the meridians, Zeng Yi felt that Mr. Qiu's autism was indeed showing signs of great improvement, which made Zeng Yi a little puzzled. His acupuncture only relieves the attack of old injuries, but does not treat autism. Autism is not something that can be treated by acupuncture and drugs. Mr. Qiu himself must be clear about it.

Zeng Yi was puzzled by this. When he thought about it, he thought it should be related to Qiu Dajun. According to Pan Baojin, since Qiu Dajun was cut with a meatball, he has been staying at home for the past few months and staying at home all day, and his temper has changed a lot. With Qiu Dajun staying at home all day, Mr. Qiu can talk and chat with others. Autism may be because of this improvement!

However, on the precaution, Zeng Yi asked: "Has Mr. Qiu taken any other medicines in the past few months?"

Mr. Qiu shook his head and said, "I have no other problem. What medicine should I take? It is what you should eat and drink as you said."

Zeng Yi said "Oh" and had an answer in his heart. If he didn't take any other medicine, it was related to Qiu Dajun. At the same time, Zeng Yi was also a little moved. If Qiu Dajun had changed his temper earlier and stayed at home, why would Mr. Qiu have any arrogance?

After taking the pulse, Zeng Yi said, "Old Qiu has been well maintained during this period, his body is not seriously damaged, and his old injuries have not changed. I will give you an injection again, and then you are still the same as before. You should eat and drink."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Mr. Qiu smiled and lowered his sleeves. Since Zeng Yi came into the study, his laughter had never stopped.

Zeng Yi did not delay too much. He took down his golden needle, took out another acupuncture bag, and started applying acupuncture to Mr. Qiu. Except that the golden needle was time-consuming, other ordinary needles were applied quickly. About five or six minutes, Mr. Qiu had more than ten needles on his head, chest, arms, and thighs.

After applying the needle, Zeng Yi stood up and said, "Old Qiu, it will take some time to get the needle. You can close your eyes and rest for a while, and read a book!"

"Then let's chat!" Mr. Qiu made a suggestion.

Zeng Yi nodded and agreed, but he didn't know what topic to talk about with Mr. Qiu. Apart from treating the disease, Zeng Yi didn't know much about Mr. Qiu, and he didn't know what Mr. Qiu liked to talk about.

Mr. Qiu raised a topic at this time, and pointed to the album at hand and said, "Come on, let me show you how I looked when I was young!" As he said, Mr. Qiu did not move. He had a needle on his arm, and he didn't know if he could move around.

Zeng Yi picked up the album and opened it in front of Mr. Qiu. The first photo that caught his eye was a little yellow and wrinkled. There were three rows of dozens of people on it. It was a large group photo, and even the faces of the people in the photo were blurred. I don’t know if it was because of time or the photography skills back then.

Zeng Yi looked carefully on the photo, and finally found a young man with a look of three-pointed look that of Mr. Qiu, and pointed at him and asked, "Is this Mr. Qiu the young man?"

Mr. Qiu smiled and nodded, saying, "I was only nineteen years old at that time. I was a Red Army soldier." At this point, Mr. Qiu's eyes closed again, his voice was a little sad, and he said, "These people in the photo are all my comrades-in-arms, and now I am the only one left."

When Zeng Yi heard this, he quickly turned over this page and looked at the photos behind. Most of the photos of Mr. Qiu in the early stage were group photos. I think it might be because it was not very convenient to take photos back then. If you took photos alone, it would be a very luxurious thing. The people who took photos with Mr. Qiu kept changing. Mr. Qiu gradually grew up, from an ordinary soldier to a squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, and later the regiment commander and division commander.

In every photo, Mr. Qiu can tell you a war or a battle, and most of the people who took photos with Mr. Qiu have basically not survived to this day.

While Zeng Yi was feeling the cruelty of the war, he also quickly flipped back the photos, afraid that he would touch Mr. Qiu's sadness. Now he finally got better at autism, so he could not arouse Mr. Qiu's loneliness.

After turning back for more than ten pages, Zeng Yi finally saw Mr. Qiu getting married and having children. The photo was no longer about comrades-in-arms, but about his family. In a photo in front of him, Mr. Qiu was holding a cradle baby in his arms, smiling happily, and a two or three-year-old boy was standing by his feet. The one standing next to Mr. Qiu should be Mr. Qiu’s wife.

He left his comrades in the war, but the situation was even worse, because the family members in the photo no longer exist now, Mr. Qiu's wife passed away, and a son and a daughter were no longer alive.

Zeng Yi didn't know what to say. He even wanted to close the album and put himself in his shoes. Zeng Yi felt that he couldn't accept it, let alone an old man like Mr. Qiu. Looking at these deceased people, I didn't know what kind of feeling it would be like!

At this time, Mr. Qiu pointed to the little boy in the photo and said, "This is my son. His name is Qiu Jianyue. He is a very smart and wise person."

As he said that, Mr. Qiu reached out and turned the album back two pages. The little boy in the photo turned into a young man. Although he was dressed simply, he was gentle and elegant and had an extraordinary temperament.

"Look, are you very handsome?" Mr. Qiu asked with a smile.

Zeng Yi nodded in agreement, but when his eyes swept over Qiu Jianyue, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, so he observed it carefully. Finally, Zeng Yi discovered that this sense of familiarity should be because of Qiu Jianyue's gaze and the temperament on his body, which was very similar to the temperament of the idle clouds and wild cranes before Zeng Yi entered the officialdom.

When Zeng Yi was looking at the photo, Mr. Qiu was also observing Zeng Yi carefully. When he saw Zeng Yi interested in Qiu Jianyue in the photo, Mr. Qiu's breathing changed, and his vigorous hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"What did Uncle Qiu do before?" Zeng Yi suddenly asked. He was very interested in Qiu Jianyue's profession because Qiu Jianyue had no trace of soldiers.

Mr. Qiu's breathing was as usual, and he smiled and said, "He is a scholar, half a philosopher!" The reason for half is that Qiu Jianyue died young.

As he said that, Mr. Qiu turned the photo back two pages, pointed to a young woman standing next to Qiu Jianyue and said, "This is his lover, and he is also a scholar."

Zeng Yi couldn't help but sigh, and probably knew why Qiu Jianyue and his wife chose to commit suicide back then. Philosophers are also thinkers, and they are wise men. In the general environment of that year, facing the crazy world and people's hearts, this was a great test for wise men. Qiu Jianyue and his wife chose to commit suicide because of helplessness and disappointment in reality, and perhaps also a pursuit and persistence in their own hearts.

The opposite of Qiu Jianyue is the three brothers of the Zhai family, who are all tiger generals and were persecuted back then. However, they thought less, so they did not have as many thoughts as Qiu Jianyue and compassionate feelings. Instead, they ended until the end of the storm and went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and they were a hero again.

It’s a pity that if Qiu Jianyue could survive until now, then his value might be greater than the three brothers of the Zhai family combined, and it is easier to get a tiger general. We have never lacked such heroes, but it is difficult for wise men with great thoughts to see them.

"Xiao Zeng, I have a question too!" Mr. Qiu said at this moment, looking at the trance of Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi came back to his senses and smiled and said, "What are the questions Mr. Qiu?"

Mr. Qiu leaned into the sofa chair and said, "Your medical skills are not inferior to Mr. Xie. This is not what I said, but Mr. Xie said in person. If you have such good medical skills, it is very easy to be a famous doctor all over the world, but you went to be an official. Why is this? To know that the career of the officialdom is dangerous, being an official is much more difficult than being a doctor!"

Even a powerful and powerful man like Mr. Qiu sighs that his career is dangerous, which shows that it is difficult to be an official.

Mr. Zhai had asked Zeng Yi before. He sat there and thought for a moment. Zeng Yi said: "It is not easy to be an official, but there are many things in the world that cannot be solved by medical skills."

Mr. Qiu looked at Zeng Yi and waited for Zeng Yi's detailed explanation.

Zeng Yi said: "When I first entered the government, I was the deputy director of the Nanyun County Health Bureau. At that time, a major murder case occurred in Nanyun County, which touched me a lot."

After pausing, Zeng Yi continued: "There is a young man in Nanyun County who smiles whenever he sees everyone. He has a very good temper, but unfortunately, this young man is a congenital mute and cannot speak. Because of this, the young man has no books and no skills to make a living. He rented a stall to sell vegetables in the county farmers' market. Although his income is small, he can barely make a living. Later, he married a wife and was also a mute. However, the two of them are very loving, they set up stalls and closed stalls together. Although life is hard, I think they should be very sweet in their hearts."

Mr. Qiu remained motionless and listened quietly as Zeng Yi was telling this story. Although both of them were dumb, there was no possibility of a quarrel. I think it was sweeter than others.

"The two stalls next to young people in the farmers' market are slaughtering pigs and selling meat, and the other is selling bulk dry goods. These two sides often occupy young people's stalls to set up their own goods. The young people can't say anything, so they can only smile bitterly. Later, this situation became more and more serious. From only occupying corners to occupying as much as they want, the vegetables of young people are getting harder to sell. Several protests have resulted in more occupied more."

"Later, the young man had a child and his life became tighter, and his income was only income from selling vegetables. The young man protested again, but was beaten and abused by the butcher." Zeng Yi said this, his tone was a little silent.

Old Qiu's brows sank slightly, he had already guessed what the ending was.

"One day, the young man brought a knife when he went out. After protesting again at the farmers' market, the young man waved his sword. The butcher fell down at that time. Before everyone could come back to his senses, the young man killed the stall owner who sold bulk dry goods. Then he caught up with the seven-year-old son of the stall owner and killed him at the door of the farmers' market. Because this seven-year-old child often threw the young man with vegetable leaves, mocking the young man for being a mute."

Zeng Yi was silent for a long time, then looked at Mr. Qiu and said, "The young man was finally sentenced to death. This knife destroyed three families."

Mr. Qiu sighed. Such a thing is a great tragedy.

"Medical skills can repair physical illnesses, but they cannot repair such human tragedies." Zeng Yi looked at Mr. Qiu and smiled bitterly, saying, "When I first entered the government, I was confused and shaken. But after this incident, I firmly decided on my choice to avoid the occurrence of tragedies, and also cure diseases and save people."

Mr. Qiu shook his head slightly. Such a tragedy should not have happened. He destroyed three families with one blow, and the ending was really sad. Such a tragedy could not have happened, but it was not through medical skills, but through the establishment of social order and the education of ethics and morality to prevent such a tragedy. This is what the official should do.

This is the purpose of Zeng Yi's intention to be an official. The sincere heart of a great doctor is worthy of the world.

Thinking of this, Mr. Qiu was a little excited because Zeng Yi's point was very similar to Qiu Jianyue back then, and he was also compassionate. At this moment, Mr. Qiu almost had an illusion that he regarded Zeng Yi as Qiu Jianyue and almost told the secret in his heart.

"You..." Mr. Qiu said to speak.

Zeng Yi did not mistakenly notice what Mr. Qiu was strange. He stood up and said, "It's almost time. I'll get a needle for Mr. Qiu!"

Mr. Qiu took back the words he didn't say, his expression returned to normal, and he nodded and said, "Okay, okay..."

Zeng Yi didn't say much and started to get a needle for Mr. Qiu. In less than a minute, all the needles were raised. Zeng Yi wrapped the golden needle into a plum blossom ring and said, "If there is no unexpected change, I will have a follow-up visit every six months. Mr. Qiu should pay attention to rest and keep a happy mood, so that he can be healthy and prolong his life."

Mr. Qiu nodded, for nothing else, but for his grandson, he had to hold on for a few more years. He said, "You are a doctor, and you will do what you say."

Seeing Mr. Qiu cooperated so much, Zeng Yi smiled and began to pack up his things and prepare to leave.

Mr. Qiu asked at this time: "Since you are so determined to be an official, what official do you want to be?"

Zeng Yi was stunned and didn't quite understand what Mr. Qiu meant. Didn't he want to owe him a favor as a doctor and planned to change his favorable position? This made Zeng Yi not know how to answer. If you open your mouth, you just want to ask for an official position. It would be better if you don't. Do you think Mr. Qiu has no ability to repay your favor?

After thinking about it, Zeng Yi said, "I know it's not snow, because there is a faint fragrance. If possible, I hope I am an official who spreads culture and becomes a scholar."

When Mr. Qiu thought about it, he showed a gratitude on his face. If he had not tried his best to restrain himself, his tiger eyes would have shone with tears. In the current environment, everyone wants to be the majestic leader, spread culture, and do knowledge, can this be considered an official? But this is an indispensable and important part of ethical education and avoiding tragedy. At the same time, this is also something that Qiu Jianyue wanted to do but did not do.
Chapter completed!