Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

On the way back, the same group of people who had come in the morning were there, but for some reason, no one spoke. Feng Qingqing arrived at Lanshan Brigade in a daze.

The car stopped at the entrance of the brigade. Feng Qingqing greeted the driver, Aunt Wu, and others before heading back.

Back at the clinic, Feng Qingqing put the packed food back in a bowl. Although it wasn't hot in the mornings and evenings, the temperature was still quite high at midday.

After packing up all the other things I bought, I sat down in a chair to drink some water and rest for a while.

Not long after she sat down, she heard a series of coughs coming from afar, and they were getting closer and closer. Feng Qingqing immediately sat up straight and looked outside.

As the sound drew closer, they saw an elderly man in his sixties, supported by a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Actually, the old man wasn't in a state where he needed help, but his son was worried, so the old man just let him be.

The old man's surname is Ge, and his given name is Ge Gu. In his youth, he went to the battlefield and fought against the Japanese. He was a very strong person, but as he got older, health problems gradually appeared.

I've seen Dr. Wang before, and he said that I suffered too much damage when I was young, and now that I'm older, I can't take it anymore. There's nothing I can do but wait it out.

He didn't care, but his sons were all filial and couldn't bear to see their father suffer like that, so they tried all sorts of folk remedies, but after many years, the effects were not obvious.

He came to see Feng Qingqing today because his son heard from an acquaintance yesterday that the newly arrived young doctor Feng had excellent medical skills, so he was practically dragged here.

When Feng Qingqing saw the two enter the courtyard, she quickly came out. She recognized the old man; everyone in the brigade called him Uncle Ge. He was highly respected in the brigade, not only because he had been to the battlefield when he was young, but also because his other two sons were in the army and the county armed forces department, respectively.

He welcomed the two into the main room, helped them sit down, poured them each a bowl of water, and then found a stool to sit next to the old man.

She knew the purpose of their visit. In her previous life, she had heard that the old man had passed away within two years due to illness. He was no ordinary person, so Feng Qingqing knew a little about him.

Unexpectedly, not long after she became a sanitation worker, this old man came to see her, probably because he had heard Wu Da Niang and the other woman boasting about her.

Feng Qingqing didn't say much. She simply checked the old man's body, took his pulse, and then fell into deep thought.

The two people beside him, especially Grandpa Ge's eldest son, were getting impatient. Just as they were about to ask a question, Grandpa Ge waved them off. He knew his own condition; the illness was not localized and its complexity was undeniable. If he had made a conclusion after just one glance, he probably wouldn't have been sitting here waiting.

About ten minutes later, Feng Qingqing finally snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the two people beside her who were still waiting silently. She nodded to herself.

She glanced at the old man, thinking about how to answer. Perhaps Dr. Ge could also see what Feng Qingqing was thinking, so he smiled and spoke:

"Doctor, I know my own condition. You don't need to hide it from me. I've lived long enough. There's nothing I can't think straight about. If it weren't for my sons insisting on living like this, I would be fine."

The old man's words revealed his integrity and a magnanimous understanding of life, but his eldest son, standing beside him, disagreed. Before he could speak, the old man turned to Feng Qingqing:

"So, feel free to speak up, the old man will accept it."

Feng Qingqing didn't intend to hide anything; she was just thinking about how to speak. But after the old man said that, she had no other concerns.

She asked about the results of Mr. Ge's previous examination in the city, and combined this with the pulse she had detected, before carefully choosing her words to speak. She spoke slowly, recalling what she had just observed as she spoke:

"The old man's illness is not localized; it affects his lungs, liver, stomach, and joints. Most of these are chronic ailments that are difficult to treat."

What she didn't say was that many traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions were originally designed to treat the old man's symptoms gradually, and the condition wouldn't have developed to this stage. However, with the campaign to eliminate the "Four Olds," traditional Chinese medicine is now within the scope of being suppressed. Many people are now terrified of it and dare not openly practice medicine. Only in remote areas where there is a real lack of medicine can the commune turn a blind eye. But if someone reports it, there will still be trouble.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eldest son, Ge Wentang, visibly darkened, his disappointment evident.

Yesterday, he overheard people chatting and saying that the new medic was very skilled, so he persuaded and dragged his father to see him, even if it was just to save the old man some suffering.

During their conversation, the old man couldn't hold back and coughed twice more. Feng Qingqing stopped talking when he coughed, feeling bad for him seeing how uncomfortable and painful it was for him.

She thought to herself that an old soldier who had devoted himself to the country in his youth should not suffer so much in his old age, and she secretly made up her mind to do her best to treat him.

She brought him another bowl of water to soothe his throat.

Seeing that the old man seemed to be feeling better, she continued:

"Sir, you have many ailments, so we can't use strong medicine. We can only gradually nourish your body's organs. Right now, we should first relieve the pain in your lungs and joints."

As soon as she finished speaking, the eyes of the two people sitting opposite her lit up. The old man was fine in other ways, but this cough was the most tormenting thing. It not only made the old man unable to rest well day and night, but also made the younger generation worry.

As for his joints, the old man was fighting in the war when he was young. He didn't eat or sleep well, and his joints got cold. He could withstand it when he was young, but now that he's older, all sorts of ailments have come at once.

Especially in winter, the old man basically spent all his time on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Feng Qingqing had expected their reaction, after all, coughing has been a troublesome ailment since ancient times, and over time, the lungs can't take it.

At this moment, Ge Wentang stepped forward, staring intently at Feng Qingqing, afraid of missing a single word:

"Dr. Feng, really? My dad's cough can be cured?"

Ever since his father started coughing a few years ago, every winter he coughs so hard it's heartbreaking to watch.

Last year, in particular, they took the old man to a large hospital in the city. After the examination, they found out that there was a problem with his lungs, but there was no good way to treat it. They could only try to alleviate it as much as possible. At the same time, they implied that if the cough could not be relieved and became more and more serious, it would cause great damage to his health and shorten his lifespan.

The doctor spoke tactfully, but the sons understood. They were all anxiously searching for folk remedies, but after a year of trying, there was no effect. Recently, as October arrived and the weather got cooler, the old man's cough worsened. Hearing the old man coughing all night long kept Ge Wentang up all night with worry.