Traveling through 70's wine

It was a cloudy day. The wind blew in the evening and the waves were surging on the sea. Wen Qing sank directly into the sea, and turned into a blurry water line extending to the other side.

As for the seaside villa, this is a gang of habitual criminals who have been traveling between Hong Kong Island and the Philippines for a long time. This villa is just the resting place of a big boss in the gang.

This time, they heard that a foreigner had sold jadeite worth more than 20 million yuan, so they wanted to rob him.

They arranged people to follow him for three days. Seeing him purchasing things everywhere, they thought he was a businessman, so they sent a small leader with three men to kidnap him. They also brought a gun. Everyone thought they would be able to capture him easily, but they ran into a tough guy and were beaten until his head was covered in blood.

While they were discussing what to do next, the villa was robbed again at night.

Everyone guessed that it was done by a rival gang? But after asking around, they didn't hear any news from the underworld.

Or was it the government? But I didn't get any information from the inside.

Or was it done by a lone thief? But I don’t know when such a powerful person appeared in Hong Kong Island.

In the end, after asking both the black and white parties, no one knew who did it, and it became an unsolved case.

Only one of the four people secretly wondered if it was the jade seller who did this? He must be a good person to have so many jades.

The gang didn't dare to make a fuss about it. This time, only things in the room on the third floor of the villa were stolen. The things in the secret room were all intact, so the loss was actually not that big. They just made a secret note of it in their hearts, hoping to get back at them when they had the chance.

Wen Qing swam back to the shore, crossed the barbed wire and went to Dongyue overnight. She did not find a hotel, but entered the space in an abandoned house.

I took a shower and rested for a while in the space, and then went to the train station in the morning.

She was anxious to go back to see Zhuang Xien and learn about their contract for the Ji Zhong factory, so she directly found a scalper to buy a ticket for that day and took the bus back to Pingjing at noon.

This time she bought an upper bunk again. Now she feels that the upper bunk is really nice and quiet. Naturally, she will not lie on the upper bunk all the time. She will get off from time to time to walk around in the carriage to stretch her legs and feet.

While staying on the upper bunk, Wen Qing silently used her mental power to plant the crops in the space, moving the seedlings from the nursery field to the paddy field. However, her mental power was still not as good as her hands. After three or four hours outside, she had only planted ten acres of rice fields, which was only as much as she could do with her hands in an hour.

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, the broadcast on the train suddenly rang, waking everyone up.

Wen Qing heard the radio say: "Urgent medical assistance, a passenger in carriage number seven is sick, please ask doctors and passengers to go to carriage number seven to assist in the rescue." It was broadcast three times in a row.

Wen Qing was in carriage eight. Some passengers who liked to watch the fun squeezed into carriage seven. She also got off the bed, put on her backpack, and went to carriage seven.

When Wen Qing went over, there were already several people surrounding an old man. Next to him were an old lady and a middle-aged man. They all looked anxious and flustered. The old man was unconscious, the old lady was in tears, and the middle-aged man was talking to the conductor.

An old man rushed over and said, "I'm a doctor, let me take a look."

The crowd let the old man pass, and Wen Qing also stood at the door. The old man put his hand on the unconscious old man's wrist, and after a while, he looked into the patient's eyes and said to the middle-aged man: "I suspect it's a stroke."

The middle-aged man said anxiously: "Doctor, please save my father."

The old man said, "I am a Chinese medicine practitioner, but I don't have any medicine now. Can I give your father acupuncture?"

The middle-aged man said, "Okay, okay, let's do it your way."

Their family went from Dongyue to Pingjing. The old man usually had coronary heart disease and carried quick-acting heart-saving pills with him. This time when he fell ill, the middle-aged man had given him the medicine, but his condition did not improve.

The old Chinese doctor asked people to take off the unconscious old man's coat, and the train conductor said to the people around him: "Please don't gather around, be quiet, and don't disturb the patient who is being treated."

The onlookers left the box and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

The old Chinese doctor took out silver needles and inserted more than ten needles into the patient's body and head. He gently turned his hands, and after a while, the unconscious old man's complexion gradually improved, but he still did not wake up.

The old Chinese doctor put away the silver needle and said to the middle-aged man, "I don't have any medicine here. Your father's condition is still very serious. It's best to send him to the hospital as soon as possible."

Wen Qing interrupted at this time: "I have a pill of Angong Niuhuang Pill here, I wonder if it will be useful?"

The old Chinese doctor's eyes lit up and he said, "Angong Niuhuang Pills are one of the three best emergency treatments. They are effective for stroke and convulsions."

Wen Qing took out a small box and handed it to the old Chinese doctor. The middle-aged man asked hurriedly: "Is this Angong Niuhuang Pills?"

The old Chinese doctor opened the box, took out the wax pills, pinched them open, put them to his nose and sniffed them, and said, "This is the best Angong Niuhuang Pills."

Someone brought a bowl of water, dissolved the pills in the water, helped the patient up, and fed the medicine into his mouthfuls one by one. Fortunately, the patient was still able to swallow.

After taking the medicine, the old Chinese doctor gently massaged the patient's chest and abdomen to help him digest the medicine. Soon, the unconscious old man's eyes moved and his eyelids slowly lifted, obviously waking up.

Seeing that the patient was getting better, the middle-aged man hurriedly said to the old Chinese doctor and Wen Qing: "Thank you very much, may I ask your name?"

The old Chinese doctor claimed to be Mu Lianqing from Dongyue Chinese Medicine Hospital, and Wen Qing introduced herself as a student of Pingjing University of Technology.

The middle-aged man introduced himself as Deng Yun, a native of Pingjing. This time he came to pick up his parents from Dongyue and returned to Pingjing. His father fell ill on the way, and thanks to everyone's help, his gratitude was beyond words.

He asked Wen Qing how much one Angong Niuhuang Pill cost. Wen Qing waved her hand and said, "Saving people is more important. I just happened to bring the medicine with me."

Deng Yun did not insist. The price of ready-made medicines was relatively transparent, and it would not be too late to inquire about it later when he returned.

Deng Yun's mother's emotions also stabilized. She thanked the two of them and went to take care of her husband.

Doctor Mu said to the train conductor and Deng Yun: "Although the patient has regained consciousness, his condition has only been temporarily suppressed. He still needs to be sent to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible."

Deng Yun thanked them repeatedly, thinking that he had to be busy taking care of his old father now, and would definitely repay the two people who helped him in the future.

Seeing that there was nothing else they could do to help, Wen Qing and Doctor Mu said goodbye and left.

Half an hour later, the train arrived at Jiuqu Station. With the help of the train station, the three members of the Deng family went to a big hospital. Old man Deng was diagnosed with a stroke. Fortunately, he received timely treatment and was finally out of danger.

After Mr. Deng's condition stabilized, Deng Yun transferred his father to Pingjing. After all, Pingjing's medical conditions were the best in the country. After a long period of careful treatment, he gradually recovered his health.

After Deng Yun returned to Beijing, he immediately wrote a letter of thanks to Dongyue Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Pingjing University of Technology, explaining what had happened and praising the two for their helpfulness.

After school started, Deng Yun’s wife came to the school specifically, asked around, found Wen Qing, sent her the money for medical treatment, and bought her a cashmere scarf.

Wen Qing quickly declined: "Auntie, please don't be so polite. In the old man's situation, everyone who can help will lend a hand. I just did what I should do."

Deng Yun’s wife insisted, “Xiao Wen, you saved our old man’s life. A scarf is nothing. You must accept it, otherwise Auntie will feel bad.”

Wen Qing had no choice but to accept it. Deng Yun’s wife also invited Wen Qing to her home. Wen Qing verbally agreed, knowing that this was just a courtesy and she would not disturb them easily.

This is something later.