After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

"Xi Zheng——"

Before he could finish his words, Young Master Zhu was hit on the back of the neck by Uncle Lin and fell unconscious. Xi Zhenghe had already backed away, but he rushed back to check on Zhu Can's face after he fainted.

Uncle Lin's expression was indifferent: "Our young master shouldn't be involved with you."

Xi Zhenghe looked at Zhu Can, whose hair was messed up by the wind and whose clothes were wrinkled and covered with dust. He did not refute, but said softly: "The back of your neck is rich in blood vessels. Don't do that again. Next time, cover your mouth and let him carry you away."

Uncle Lin wanted to argue that he had practiced martial arts and was very skilled, but then he remembered that the tall man across from him, who was involved in a lot of things, was a well-educated Western doctor, so he just said in a muffled voice, "I know."

Xi Zhenghe saw that Zhu Can had just fainted, and bowed to Uncle Lin: "Thank you for your hard work."

Uncle Lin nodded, carried Zhu Can on his shoulders, and walked towards the inconspicuous small fishing boat on the side.

Xi Zhenghe took a deep look at Zhu Can's back, turned his head and walked into the complex and overlapping alleys.

In just a few months, the wind in the city turned from a gentle hand to a biting knife. Xi Zhenghe walked while closing his collar that had been loosened when he took action just now. His fingertips touched something cold. He lowered his head and saw the pen that he had habitually put in his breast pocket.

The alley was dark.

The night wind howled, and Uncle Lin suddenly called out from behind, "Hey!"

Xi Zhenghe turned around and saw Uncle Lin, who had just settled Zhu Can, running over. He lowered his brows and said, "Mrs. Zhu has instructed that if you return the young master safely, she'll tell you something: in the back room of the Zhu's pharmacy in the north of the city, on the second floor, if you chisel open the bed, you'll find a hole underneath. There are dozens of kilograms of prepared medicine hidden inside."

The medicine mentioned here is naturally the Zhu family's famous life-saving medicine.

"If Dr. Xi can really get in touch with that side...if you ever achieve complete victory, don't forget the support we gave to Madam Zhu today!"

Xi Zhenghe nodded and said, "Thank you."

Uncle Lin didn't respond, turned around and left, his figure and the boat disappearing into the night.

Xi Zhenghe knew that Mrs. Zhu, who was always good at socializing, was betting on her fortune. Fortunately, it was him who brought Zhu Can here, not Wang Cheng.

It can also be said that it was fortunate that Zhu Can came to find him, not Wang Cheng.

Xi Zhenghe changed direction and headed towards Zhu's Pharmacy in the north of the city.

All the people in the night are like insects crawling underground. When the people above stamp their feet, they are shaken until their heads are dizzy and their bodies tremble. But insects have their own ways. They have places to go and things to do.

Even in the darkness, you have to try to find a way out.

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When the news of Yi Shan's death arrived a few days ago, Xi Zhenghe was still in the hospital writing a diagnosis—using the fountain pen Young Master Zhu had given him. The pen was comfortable to hold, had an even ink flow, and a well-balanced center of gravity. Xi Zhenghe had wanted to treasure it, but he worried about disappointing the pen maker and Zhu Can, so he kept it carefully with him.

I didn't expect that this time I would have to sign the letter that received the news of the death of my long-time friend.

There were patients in the clinic at the time. Xi Zhenghe took the letter calmly and paid the money. After the day's work was over, he slowly opened the letter and read it.

This letter was written by Yi Shan himself. When Xi Zhenghe saw the first sentence "Brother Xi, reading your letter is like meeting you in person", his hands became cold as blood.

Soon after Yishan got the Buddha's head, he set out for the southwest. Before he was halfway there, he unfortunately contracted malaria. Lacking food and clothing and medicine, he mixed in with the other victims, feeling hot and cold, sweating profusely and having difficulty breathing. Feeling that he would not live long, he hurriedly wrote this suicide note.

Every word he wrote was concise, without saying too much, just asking him to take good care of himself. The inheritance was divided into three parts. The notes and books he had taught over the years were donated to the school, the deeds to the countryside were given to Zhu Linda of the Zhu family, and Xi Zhenghe was responsible for disposing of all the relics in the city. The rest was donated to the revolution.

When others saw such a suicide note that was written to sacrifice one's family to help others in need, they would think that the person was a loyal patriot. However, Xi Zhenghe knew that Yi Shan was hinting at the location of the original secret letter. Just in case, Yi Shan read the secret letter and memorized the entire letter before setting off alone.

The Buddha's head had been moved elsewhere, and the secret letter was placed in a thin envelope under a tree in the courtyard behind his home in Yishan City. It had not been returned for three months and had naturally decomposed into soil.

Xi Zhenghe did not join any political party, did not seek a position in the government, refused recruitment by universities, and only worked diligently in the hospital to treat patients and save lives. His parents died quietly in the struggle. Xi Zhenghe did not know what was right and what was wrong. He only knew that if he could save as many people as possible, it would count as many as possible.

But Yi Shan is gone. For his ideals and beliefs, Yi Shan was willing to risk his life to complete the task and refused to let others do it. He only earnestly hoped that Xi Zhenghe could help him fulfill his last wish.

Perhaps the only burden this honest and loyal man suffered before his death was his old friend of many years.

Xi Zhenghe had to go.

I didn’t expect that I would be gone for ten years.

The situation reversed in the past ten years. People who were originally struggling on the brink of life and death found the right direction and route, reversed the previous passive situation, and with the backbone strength accumulated in the early days, although it was difficult, the situation finally developed for the better, and people's lives finally began to be illuminated by the dawn.

That year, Xi Zhenghe brought news and medicine. He stayed in the southwest. After ten years, he no longer had the cold and inappropriate appearance of his youth. When he was promoted to medical director, his colleagues invited him to a dinner to celebrate and to introduce a partner to this single man of varying age.

Xi Zhenghe still doesn't like to talk much, but he knows that he should be tactful when refusing. After all, not everyone will be so tactful as to accept his sharp rejection.

As time went by, the hospital became less busy, and Xi Zhenghe received an assignment to go to that distant coastal city to participate in a discussion.

The journey was long and the work was tedious, so no one wanted to leave. Xi Zheng packed up and hit the road. On the train, he felt like he was a wooden man, completely inflexible, not looking forward, still yearning for a city where no one had left.

The sunlight passed by in clusters, like the replay of past memories. That city was a key point occupied by warlords, a bustling ferry hub, his childhood when he never grew up, and the time he spent studying with Yi Shan.

It is the burial place of parents and the place where that person sailed away.

The former city no longer had the prosperity and bustle of the past after that extremely chaotic war, but it was located in a strategic location after all. When Xi Zhenghe got off the train, he saw a completely different group of people occupying and living in such a familiar yet unfamiliar city.

Xi Zhenghe lowered the brim of his hat and walked hurriedly. It was not that he had not investigated the follow-up, but the news spread slowly in the gunfire of war, sometimes taking several months, and sometimes a year and a half.

He only knew that the always proud Wang Cheng conspired with others to become the general leader for a while, enjoyed a period of glory, and was then shot dead in the swimming pool of his own villa by a black gun; the once famous "Xiao Meixian" on the stage refused to sing for the puppet army, set fire to the people who were eating, asked to leave, and eventually disappeared in the legendary story without a trace; the leaders of the medical family Zhu disappeared in a short period of time, and before the veteran soldiers could take over, more than a dozen drug stores took their assets and surrendered to the army, each with their own reasons. In the end, a few of them bet on the big treasure and became heroes after the war.

As for those people from the Zhu family...

Some people said that they had met Mrs. Zhu, who was still beautiful, in that foggy place overseas. She was playing around with her curly-haired sister and was doing business in Western medicine.

It's such a far place.

Xi Zhenghe was walking on the road. It was late autumn, but his coat could not keep out the wind, and it fluttered like a dream that wanted to escape.

The forum was not to start until a few days later, and Xi Zhenghe was looking for a place to stay. His original home had been confiscated, so he had no choice but to look for a hotel near the hospital where he used to work.

The sun was cool, so he took off his hat and saw a small drugstore opposite the hospital.

The door of the drugstore was open, and on the side wall was a fashionable stained glass window, through which the light shone like rippling water.

Xi Zhenghe stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly a face appeared from behind the glass window. A beautiful bright red coffee cup fell to the ground with a "bang", and the sound echoed in the long street where yellow leaves were swaying.

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Perhaps there are traces of everything in the world.

The love in your heart will lead the people you are destined to meet to meet again.