Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 397 I Have No Children

Hua Wangshan scolded the bald old man, "Old Li, he is a medical genius.

He is my savior!

You call the police to arrest him!

Do you want me to die?"

The bald old man hurriedly shook his head: "No, that's not the case, you saved my son's life.

How could I want you to die?

At that time... I thought he... he was messing around... You don't know, none of the experts in Kyoto can cure your illness.

I saw that he was so young... there was no way he could cure you, so... I called the police." Hua Wangshan snorted: "You know shit.

Some medical skills are not limited by age, such as the medical skills of the anti-evil school, especially the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles.

After mastering this acupuncture technique, he became a famous doctor at a young age.

This little brother is a master of the Attacking Evil Sect."

The bald old man looked embarrassed and said to Ye Changqing: "I'm sorry, I... I'm blind.

I didn't expect that with just a few injections you could bring the crazy Dr. Hua back to consciousness.

Your medical skills are truly eye-opening.

I would like to give you a sincere apology here.

I hope you won’t be angry at my ignorance.”

He also felt unlucky. He had just called the police out of impulse, which was completely self-defeating.

If the police pursued him, he didn't know how to explain himself. Ye Changqing had met many people who had done wrong, but this old man was the first one to take the initiative to apologize.

He didn't want to pursue the matter further: "The police are here, you can handle it yourself."

The bald old man smiled and said, "Okay, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

Several villagers who were familiar with Hua Wangshan surrounded him and asked him questions.

Hua Wangshan seemed very impatient. After chatting for a few words, he sent them away and then took Ye Changqing home: "Let's go home.

Come to my house for tea."

Ye Changqing was just what he wanted: "Just come over to my house and sit down. As for drinking tea, there's no need to be so troublesome."

Hua Wangshan grabbed Ye Changqing’s hand and said, “That won’t work.

You are my savior, so I will not only treat you to the best tea, but also treat you to a meal. Do you like spicy food?

Whether it’s Sichuan or Cantonese cuisine, I’m a good cook.

No matter what, I will make you a delicious dish today."

Hua Wangshan was very excited and his saliva was flying when he spoke. He didn't sound like an old man at all.

Holding Ye Changqing's hand, it was like finding his long-lost son.

The excitement is beyond words.

Ye Changqing was very calm: "Let's eat, forget it."

Hua Wangshan immediately retorted: "That won't work. You saved my life."

Ye Changqing shook his head: "I just want you to wake up, I dare not say save your life."

Hua Wangshan said excitedly: "He is crazy and would be a walking corpse even if he were alive. Waking me up is like saving my life.

I must cook a delicious meal to thank you. Look, my home is just ahead. Come on, we’re home. My best dishes are abalone and yellow eel…”

As he was talking, he arrived at the door of his house and reached out to push the rusty iron gate.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Ye Changqing simply agreed: "Okay, thank you for your hard work.

I'll have a meal at your house."

Squeak~

The iron gate trembled and opened.

When Hua Wangshan heard Ye Changqing's agreement, he smiled and said, "I'm very particular about cooking. Abalone must be cooked with Shaoxing wine, and yellow eels must be unripe..."

As he was speaking, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The expression on the old man's face was frozen, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at the scene in the yard in disbelief.

Ye Changqing was also stunned.

The yard was littered with rotten branches and leaves, and the corners of the walls were covered with spider webs.

Various beverage bottles, beer bottles, and waste cardboard boxes were thrown randomly on the ground.

There was almost no place to stand in the entire yard.

There is a path in the middle of the yard from the house to the front door. It has traces of foot traffic over the years and can barely be considered a path.

Hua Wangshan looked at Ye Changqing awkwardly: "I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise.

In this case, there is probably no food at home.

How about I treat you to a meal outside at Louwailou? I’m a VIP customer of Louwailou.

One phone call and they’ll reserve a spot for me!”

Seeing that he was so stubborn about treating her to a meal, Ye Changqing simply agreed: "Okay, you call."

Hua Wangshan reached into his pocket, then an embarrassed expression appeared on his face: "I...I don't seem to have a cell phone."

Ye Changqing smiled and said, "I understand."

Hua Wangshan pointed to the yard and said, "How about going into the yard and having a drink of water?"

Ye Changqing was speechless.

The abalone and eel delicacies, the feast at Louwailou, actually slipped down to drinking water.

The salary dropped too fast.

Fortunately, his purpose was not to eat or drink, so he smiled and said, "Sure, drinking water is fine."

His purpose was the Taiping Huimin Hejijufang and the Eight Hundred Monument.

Just find a place where we can talk, sit down and chat for a few minutes. Hua Wangshan's face regained its smile, and he walked in front to lead the way: "Come in with me, and be careful where you step, this path is too narrow."

He himself felt embarrassed, the yard was in such a mess.

The path under my feet was made of cardboard boxes and it was bumpy.

He never imagined that after going crazy, he would mess up his home like this.

Ye Changqing followed Hua Wangshan to the door of the main hall and saw Hua Wangshan standing at the door with one hand raised and placed on the door.

Just push and the door opens.

But he just wouldn't push it. Even when his hand touched the door, he just wouldn't open it.

Ye Changqing looked puzzled: "How do you open the door?"

Hua Wangshan hesitated: "It's not that I won't open the door. I don't even dare to go in. I'm worried that I won't have a place to stay."

He has no memory of his crazy time.

But he could see clearly the situation in the yard. It was even messier than a garbage dump and was simply not a place for people to live.

Ye Changqing stopped talking. He was also worried that when he opened the door, he would find a room full of garbage.

Hua Wangshan hesitated for a while and said to himself: "I don't care about the shame this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door open with force.

Squeak~

The rotation and friction of the door hinges made a sharp and harsh sound, like someone scraping glass with a knife, which gave people goose bumps.

Wait for the door to open.

Everything in the room was visible. The room was full of papers, newspapers, exercise books, and many cardboard boxes.

Apart from these, I just use discarded pens.

Chalk stubs, pencil stubs, and many hollow signing pens.

Hua Wangshan was stunned when he saw this scene. He seemed to have not expected it to be like this.

Ye Changqing was also a little surprised. He entered the house and picked up a piece of old cardboard at random, and saw words densely written on it.

"1. How many tests are needed for cerebral hemorrhage? Which one is the preferred test?

2. If menstruation is delayed for a certain number of days, it should not be diagnosed as late menstruation..."

They were all test questions.

I picked up another newspaper. Above the black block type, there was a layer of handwritten words, all written in blue marker. They were all questions for the Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor exam.

He was shocked by what he saw, and turned to Hua Wangshan and said, "You... are very persistent about your medical qualification."

Hua Wangshan squatted down and picked up a workbook. The class column in the workbook said Class 2, Grade 3.

The name written on it was Liu Xiaohua.

He gently turned two pages with his dirty hands and saw the back of the exercise book, which was full of the content of the Traditional Chinese Medicine exam.

He picked up the old exercise books one by one and put them in a pile.

After counting, he used more than 300 elementary school exercise books, plus newspapers, cardboard boxes, and various old books...

He counted them one by one, his hands gradually began to tremble, and hot tears rolled down his eyes.

The sound of water dripped onto a piece of old newspaper in my hand, which was filled with knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine.

His voice choked with sobs as he said, "I... I'm a doctor... I've been treating patients all my life and have saved many lives.

I have no children and no hope in life. I just want to be a good doctor for the rest of my life.

You are so old, why can’t you practice medicine?

Why can’t I practice medicine?

I can treat illnesses, even for free, so why can't I practice medicine?"