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    "Dr. Zeng, thank you for your hard work!" Mr. Qiu's security staff member took a few steps forward, said hello to Zeng Yi, then pointed to the car with his big hand and said, "Please get in the car!"

    Zeng Yi exchanged greetings with the other party and then got in the car. The other party didn't speak on the way, and Zeng Yi didn't ask any questions. The car went straight to Qiu's house.

    Like last time, the entrance to Qiu's house was still heavily guarded, but with the security staff leading the way, the guards at the entrance did not stop Zeng Yi.

    After entering the door, someone in the yard was standing in a strange posture, standing there quietly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, apparently practicing a breathing technique.

    Hearing the footsteps, the man lowered his posture and opened his eyes to look at the door. When he saw clearly that it was Zeng Yi, his expression changed, but soon returned to normal. The man who was practicing was none other than Qiu Dajun.  He saw that Zeng Yi's face changed drastically, but it was just a result of habit. When he thought that he and Zeng Yi had cleared up their grudges and were now free of anger and fear, his face returned to normal.

    Zeng Yi took a casual glance and knew what Qiu Dajun was practicing. It was related to his only remaining meatball. It seemed that Qiu Dajun had not given up hope. That technique seemed to have been taught by an expert. Unfortunately, Zeng Yi was not familiar with it.  This is not promising at all.

    After giving a slight nod to Qiu Dajun as a greeting, Zeng Yi followed the guard staff member and walked into the house without stopping in the yard.

    Qiu Dajun also nodded to Zeng Yi and said nothing. He just stood there and watched Zeng Yi enter the room. Then Qiu Dajun put on the strange posture just now and started practicing again.

    Went directly to the study room on the second floor. Mr. Qiu was sitting in the sofa chair and reading a thick photo album.  When he saw Zeng Yi coming in, he closed the photo album and put it next to him.  He said: "Dr. Zeng is here, thank you for your hard work!"

    "Hello, Mr. Qiu!" Zeng Yi stepped forward and said hello with a smile. He took a look at Mr. Qiu's complexion and found that Mr. Qiu's complexion seemed much better than half a year ago. He said, "Mr. Qiu's health should be much better recently. No.  Feel uncomfortable?"

    Mr. Qiu did not rush to answer Zeng Yi's question. Instead, he pointed to a stool next to him and smiled kindly: "Sit down. Let's talk after you sit down!" After speaking, Mr. Qiu ordered the guard staff: "Bring it to Dr. Zeng."  Here are some fruits, fresh ones!"

    ¡°No need, it¡¯s too troublesome!¡± Zeng Yi hurriedly said to the security staff.

    The guard staff ignored Zeng Yi's politeness and turned around to go out to get some fruit. After a while, he personally brought two plates of fruit to him.  Placed it 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 no choice but to answer and said: "Thank you, Mr. Qiu!" After saying that, he also expressed his gratitude to the security staff and asked the dignified major general to bring him some fruit.  Zeng Yi was not too embarrassed to respond.

    "You came all the way to treat this old bone, and I haven't thanked you yet!" Mr. Qiu smiled brightly and signaled the security staff to go and get busy. He didn't need anything else here.

    The security staff member then exited the study and gently closed the door.

    "Mr. Qiu's complexion looks much better!" Zeng Yi returned to the topic just now.  Put the apple aside gently.

    Mr. Qiu nodded and said: "Since the last time you gave me the injection, I haven't had the same old problem again. I didn't want to trouble you to make this trip, but they insisted on using your doctor's orders and took the time.  When it¡¯s time for follow-up consultation, I¡¯ll invite you over.¡±

    "It would be safer to have a follow-up consultation. Mr. Qiu cannot have this idea, otherwise if something goes wrong, it will be my responsibility." Zeng Yi said.

    Mr. Qiu laughed and said: "Okay, okay, I will actively cooperate and not embarrass you!" After saying that, Mr. Qiu stretched out his arm, pulled up his sleeves, and said: "Come on, what do you say, I will do it."  Just do it.¡±

    Zeng Yi stretched out his hand to take a pulse, feeling a little strange in his heart. He had seen Mr. Qiu many times, but he never seemed to smile. This is a symptom of autism. But today when he came for a follow-up consultation, Mr. Qiu was smiling and laughing.  What has actually happened.

    Feeling his pulse, Zeng Yi felt that Mr. Qiu's autism was indeed showing signs of improvement. This made Zeng Yi a little confused. His acupuncture only relieved the onset of old injuries, but did not treat autism. Autism also  It can't be cured by acupuncture and medicine, so Mr. Qiu has to look at it himself.

    This was exactly what Zeng Yi was wondering about. At last he thought it had something to do with Qiu Dajun. According to Pan Baojin, Qiu Dajun had been shut up in the house all day since he had a meatball cut off.  At home, my temper has also changed a lot.  With Qiu Dajun staying at home all day, Mr. Qiu can talk to people. Maybe his autism has improved because of this!

    But to be cautious, Zeng Yi still asked: "Has Mr. Qiu taken any other medicines in the past few months?"

    ?Mr. Qiu shook his head and said: "I don't have anything else wrong with me. Whatever medicine I take, I just eat and drink according to what you said."

    Zeng Yi said "Oh" and knew the answer in his heart. He didn't take any other medicine. It was related to Qiu Dajun. At the same time, Zeng Yi also felt a little emotional. If Qiu Dajun had changed his temper and stayed at home earlier, Mr. Qiu would have been better off.  Why do you have autism?

    After taking his pulse, Zeng Yi said: "Mr. Qiu has taken good care of himself during this period. There is no serious health problem, and the old injuries have not changed. I will give you another injection, and then you will be the same as before. You should eat and drink.  Drink.¡±

    "Okay, I'll just listen to you!" Mr. Qiu chuckled and put down his sleeves. His laughter has not stopped since Zeng Yi came into the study.

    Zeng Yi didn¡¯t waste much time. He took out his own golden needle, took out an acupuncture bag, and began to apply acupuncture to Mr. Qiu. Except for the golden needle, which was more time-consuming, other ordinary needles were applied very quickly.  In about five or six minutes, about a dozen needles were inserted into Mr. Qiu's head, chest, arms, and thighs.

    After applying the acupuncture, Zeng Yi straightened up and said: "Mr. Qiu, it will take some time to start the acupuncture. You can close your eyes and rest for a while, or read a book!"

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

    Zeng Yi nodded in agreement, but he didn¡¯t know what topic he wanted to talk to Mr. Qiu. Apart from treating diseases, 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 photo album at hand.  Said: "Come on, let me show you what I looked like when I was young!" He said.  Mr. Qiu didn't move. He had a needle in his arm, so he didn't know if he could move it.

    Zeng Yi picked up the photo album and opened it in front of Mr. Qiu. The first photo that caught his eye was a little yellowed and wrinkled. There were dozens of people in three rows on it.  It was a large group photo, and even the faces of the people in the photo were a little blurry. I don¡¯t know whether it was due to time or the photography technology of the time.

    Zeng Yi searched the photo carefully and finally found a young man whose features resembled Mr. Qiu's. He pointed and asked, "Is this the young Mr. Qiu?"

    Mr. Qiu nodded with a smile and said: "I was only nineteen years old at that time. I was a Red Army soldier." At this point, Mr. Qiu narrowed his eyes again and said in a sad voice: "These people in the photo are all  My comrade is now the only one left."

    Zeng Yi heard it.  I quickly turned over this page and looked at the photos at the back. Most of Qiu's early photos were group photos. I think it might be because it was not very convenient to take pictures back then.  If you take a photo of a person alone, it is a very luxurious thing.  The people taking photos with Mr. Qiu are constantly changing.  Mr. Qiu also gradually grew up, from an ordinary soldier to a squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, and later to a regiment leader and division commander.

    Every photo, Mr. Qiu can tell a story about a war or a battle, and most of the people who took photos with Mr. Qiu have not survived to this day.

    While Zeng Yi lamented the cruelty of the war, he also quickly flipped through the photos, fearing to offend Mr. Qiu's sadness. Now that his autism has finally improved, he can no longer arouse Mr. Qiu's loneliness.

    After flipping through more than a dozen pages, Zeng Yi finally saw that Mr. Qiu was married and had a child. The photo was no longer with his comrades, but with his family. In the photo in front of him, Mr. Qiu was holding a swaddled baby in his arms.  Smiling happily, there was a little boy of two or three years old standing at his feet, and the person standing next to Mr. Qiu should be Mr. Qiu's wife.

    "We are separated from our comrades in the war, but the situation is even worse, because the family members in the photos no longer exist. Mr. Qiu's wife has passed away, and his son and daughter are no longer alive.

    Zeng Yi didn't know what to say. He even wanted to close the photo album. Putting himself in his shoes, Zeng Yi felt that he couldn't accept it, let alone an old man as old as Qiu. Looking at these deceased people,  I don¡¯t know what it will feel 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 man."

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    "Look, isn't he handsome?" Mr. Qiu asked with a smile.

    Zeng Yi nodded in agreement, but when he glanced at Qiu Jianyue, he suddenly felt a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu, so he observed it carefully. Finally, Zeng Yi discovered that this sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu should be because of Qiu Jianyue's eyes and the look on his body.  His temperament is very similar to that of Zeng Yi before he became an official.

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

    "What did Uncle Qiu do before?" Zeng Yi suddenly asked at this time. He was very interested in Qiu Jianyue's career, because there was no trace of a soldier on Qiu Jianyue's body.

    Qiu Lao's breathing became normal for a moment, and he said with a smile: "He is a scholar, he is half a philosopher!" The reason why he is half is because Qiu Jianyue died young.

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

    Zeng Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and he probably knew why Qiu Jianyue and his wife chose to commit suicide back then. A philosopher is also a thinker, a wise man. In the general environment of that year, facing the crazy world and people's hearts, this pair of wise men were extremely  After a big test, Qiu Jianyue and his wife chose to commit suicide. It was a sign of helplessness and disappointment in reality, and it may also be a kind of pursuit and persistence of their own hearts.

    Contrary to Qiu Jianyue, the three brothers of the Zhai family were all tiger generals and were also persecuted back then. However, they thought less and did not have as many thoughts and feelings of compassion as Qiu Jianyue. Instead, they survived until the end of the great storm and went into battle to kill.  The enemy is another hero.

    It would be a pity if Qiu Jianyue could survive until now.  Then his value may be greater than the three brothers of the Zhai family combined, and it is easy to get a tiger general.  We have never lacked such heroes, but wise men with big ideas are hard to find.

    "Xiao Zeng, I also have a question!" Mr. Qiu said, looking at Zeng Yi who was lost in thought.

    Zeng Yi came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Mr. Qiu, do you have any questions?"

    Mr. Qiu leaned back in the sofa chair and said: "Your medical skills are not inferior to Mr. Xie Quanzhang at all. This is not what I said, but what Mr. Xie said personally. You have such good medical skills, go and be a famous person  Being a famous doctor in the world seems to be a very easy thing, but why do you want to become an official? You must know that the official career is dangerous, and being an official is much more difficult than being a doctor!"

    Even someone as high-ranking and powerful as Mr. Qiu.  He also lamented that the official career is dangerous, which shows that it is not easy to be an official.

    Mr. Zhai had asked Zeng Yi such a question before. After sitting there and thinking for a moment, Zeng Yi said: "Being an official is not easy, but there are many things in the world that cannot be solved by medical skills."

    Mr. Qiu looked at Zeng Yi, waiting for Zeng Yi¡¯s detailed explanation.

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

    There was a pause.  Zeng Yi continued: "There is a young man in Nanyun County who always smiles when he sees him. He has a very good temper, but unfortunately, this young man is congenitally mute and cannot speak. Because of this, the young man did not read  He had no books and no skills to make a living. He rented a stall to sell vegetables at the county farmer's market. Although his income was meager, he could barely make ends meet. Later, he married a wife who was also mute, but the two of them  They are very affectionate. We work together and close the stall together. Although life is bitter, I think they must be very sweet in their hearts."

    Mr. Qiu remained motionless, listening quietly to Zeng Yi telling this story. Although the two of them were both mute, there was no possibility of quarreling. It seemed that they were sweeter than others.

    ¡°There are two stalls next to the young people in the farmer¡¯s market. One side is for killing pigs and selling meat, and the other side is for selling dry goods. These two stalls often occupy the young people¡¯s stalls to display their own goods. The young people have something to say.  , I could only smile bitterly. Later, the situation became more and more serious. From only occupying the corners to occupying as much as I wanted, young people's food became increasingly difficult to sell. After several protests, in exchange for  The more occupied it is.¡±

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

    Mr. Qiu¡¯s brows sank slightly. He had already guessed what the outcome would be.

    "One day, the young man brought a knife with him when he went out. After another protest at the farmer's market failed, the young man swung the knife. The butcher fell down. Before everyone could recover, the young man hacked him to death again.  The stall owner who sold bulk dry goods later chased down the stall owner's seven-year-old son and hacked him to death at the door of the farmer's market because the seven-year-old child often threw vegetable leaves at young people and mocked them for being mute."

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

    Mr. Qiu sighed, such a thing is a great tragedy.

    "Medical skills can repair people's physical ailments, but they cannot repair such human tragedies." Zeng Yi looked at Mr. Qiu and smiled bitterly, and said: "When I first became an official, I was confused and shaken, but this case  After the incident, I strengthened my decision to avoid the tragedy, which was also treating illnesses and saving lives."

      Mr. Qiu shook his head slightly. Such a tragedy should never have happened. Three families were destroyed with one knife. The ending was really regrettable and sad.  Such a tragedy could have prevented it from happening, but it is not through medical skills but through the establishment of social order and the enlightenment of ethics and morals to prevent such tragedies from happening. This is what officials have to do.

    Zeng Yi wants to be an official, and this is the purpose. The sincerity of the great doctor is worthy of heaven and earth.

    Thinking of this, Mr. Qiu felt a little excited, because Zeng Yi was very similar to Qiu Jianyue back then, with the same compassionate feelings.  At this moment, Mr. Qiu almost had the illusion that Zeng Yi was Qiu Jianyue, and almost revealed the secret in his heart.

    "You" Mr. Qiu started to speak.

    Zeng Yi did not mistakenly notice something strange about Mr. Qiu. He stood up at this time and said: "It's almost time. Let me start the needle for Mr. Qiu!"

    Mr. Qiu took back what he had not said, his expression returned to normal, he nodded and said: "Okay, okay"

    Zeng Yi didn't say anything more and started to use needles for Mr. Qiu. In less than a minute, all the needles came out. Zeng Yi wound the gold needles into a plum blossom ring and said: "If there are no unexpected changes, it will still be half a year."  During a follow-up visit, Mr. Qiu should pay attention to rest and keep a happy mood, so that he can stay healthy and prolong his life."

    Mr. Qiu nodded, not for anything else but for the sake of his grandson so that he could survive for a few more years. He said, "You are a doctor, so I will do as you say."

    Seeing how cooperative Mr. Qiu was, Zeng Yi smiled and started to pack his things and prepare to leave.

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

    Zeng Yi hesitated, not quite understanding what Mr. Qiu meant. Could it be that he didn't want to owe himself a favor as a doctor and planned to find a satisfactory position for himself? This made Zeng Yi not sure how to answer. Just say it.  It's not good to ask for an official without asking. Do you think Mr. Qiu is incapable of repaying your favor?

    After thinking for a while, Zeng Yi said: "I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming. If possible, I would like to be an official who spreads culture and does knowledge."

    When Qiu Lao thought about it, a happy smile appeared on his face. If he hadn't tried his best to restrain himself, tears would have filled his eyes.  In the current environment, everyone wants to be a majestic leader. Can spreading culture and doing knowledge be considered an official?  But this is an indispensable part of ethical education and avoiding tragedy. At the same time, this is what Qiu Jianyue wanted to do but failed to do.

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