The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus penetrates the heart.
The sweet-scented osmanthus trees surrounding Qiao Mansion are an excellent variety of golden osmanthus, with luxuriant branches and leaves. The milky-yellow sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are dotted between the branches and leaves. They are white and yellow inside. They are everywhere as far as the eye can see. It is so beautiful.
It seems that he did not expect that Xue Poye would come to visit again today, so Mr. Qiao was still sitting happily in front of the house, drinking wine and eating peanuts. There was a beast-fighting chess on the ground in front of him, amusing himself alone. When he saw
Xue Poye came over and immediately shouted: "Xiao Xue, if we play a few more games, I will find the real way. You can't win a single game today."
Xue Poye sat down on the ground opposite him with a smile, and said with a chuckle: "The old man has to write down his big words. You can't win this beast fighting chess at your age. Come on, come on, let me see what you can do.
, let’s see what kind of skills the old man has developed.”
An old man and a young man, under the watchful eyes of Ye Tianxiang and others, sat at the gate of Qiao's mansion and started playing chess seriously, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
When they reached the subtle place, the old man drank a small drink proudly and handed over the wine bottle. Xue Poye took it without hesitation and took two sips before continuing the game.
Both of them have extremely high IQs. Naturally, they don't play chess like children. They both make full use of every piece of beast, help and defend each other, and will never give up until absolutely necessary.
So this game lasted for a long time. In the end, Xue Poye finally relaxed a little and allowed the old man to win. The old man suddenly smiled with joy and danced like a morning glory.
At this time, a few people really saw that in life, if not talking about business, Mr. Qiao was really a kind and kind old man, very cheerful and very childlike.
"Actually, the decisions that the old man has made in his life have never been changed." The grandfather suddenly said coldly: "So some things have no results after all."
Xue Poye smiled calmly and said: "The old man thinks too much. I want to go back to Hangzhou, so I came here to say goodbye and play chess with the old man."
Only then did Mr. Qiao smile and pat Xue Poye on the shoulder, and said kindly: "The Qiao family will always welcome you. If you want to come to Suzhou to work, you can come to me."
Xue Poye chuckled and said, "Don't provoke me anymore, old man. Yesterday, I was beaten by a few words from the old man, and I almost lost my temper. Fortunately, there was a famous doctor following me, so I got over it."
"A famous doctor?" Mr. Qiao frowned, turned to look at Ye Tianxiang and Mingxu, and focused on Mingxu. He said calmly: "Is he a famous doctor?"
Xue Poye said calmly: "You can't say he is a famous doctor. It's just that since Dr. Mingxu came out, he hasn't seen any bad symptoms. It's strange to say that we had a man in Hangzhou who almost died a while ago, but he was...
He was saved, I think it was a bit of a coincidence."
Mr. Qiao's expression remained unchanged, he smiled faintly and said leisurely: "There are no doctors in the world, and there are no bullshit medical skills. It's just some deceptive tricks." He looked away from Mingxu with disdain.
Xue Poye laughed, nodded and said: "What do you mean, what kind of bullshit doctor are you talking about? There are so many diseases in the world, and there are also some weird and bizarre diseases that are unheard of and unseen. I don't believe that those guys who are just looking for fame can really see all the problems in the world."
Miscellaneous disease." He looked at Mingxu, said with a smile, "Mr. Mingxu, do you think so?"
Mingxu glanced at Xue Poye blankly and said calmly: "As long as a living person is sick, there is always a way to cure it."
Mr. Qiao shook his head and hesitated to speak. In the end, he didn't say anything, but the look he looked at Mingxu was a little strange.
Mingxu stared at Mr. Qiao for a long time and then said: "Mingxu takes the liberty to say that Mr. Qiao also has a stubborn illness."
Mr. Qiao's body trembled, he frowned, looked at Mingxu and said, "You said I have a stubborn disease? Hehe, I still want to live for a few more years, so don't curse me."
Mingxu shook his head and said, "Actually, the master himself also knows his illness."
Mr. Qiao's face darkened, and he said calmly: "In that case, why don't you tell me what kind of illness the old man has? I can't tell, but that would be cursing the old man, and I would be very unhappy."
"Stomach!" Mingxu said calmly: "Actually, my grandpa has a serious stomach disease. If I am right, my stomach has been suffering from the disease many years ago. It is because the stomach is cold and feels like ice at times. When my grandpa drinks alcohol,
Maybe it's not that he's addicted to alcohol, but to protect his stomach. Alcohol is hot in nature and can be used to protect a cold stomach. Although it won't cause pain, every winter, my grandfather can't eat hard food and can only eat some rice porridge and soup.
Otherwise, food will be blocked in the stomach, severe chest pain will occur, and you may even cough up blood."
When Mingxu talked about it, the grandpa's expression changed drastically and he looked extremely shocked. Xue Poye saw it and knew that Mingxu was right. When he admired Mingxu's high medical skills, he was even more happy.
Seeing that Mr. Qiao looked shocked, Xue Poye had already shouted: "Mingxu, what are you talking about? The old man is healthy and healthy, why does he have a cold stomach? It's really nonsense." Turning to Mr. Qiao, he cupped his fists and said, "Don't be offended, Mr. He is talking nonsense.
, It’s not intentional.” He stood up, patted the dust on his body, bowed to the ground, and said respectfully: “I am really lucky to be able to see you during this trip to Suzhou. If I have free time after midnight, I will visit you often.
I'm here for a visit. I'll say goodbye now. Take care, sir. See you later."
The grandfather was stunned and didn't seem to hear Xue Poye's words. It wasn't until Xue Poye was about to get in the car that the grandfather slowly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute!"
A smile appeared on Xue Poye's lips, he turned around and said respectfully: "Do you have any other instructions, Master?"
Mr. Qiao stared at Xue Poye, then looked at Mingxu, and then waved for a long time: "Take him with me!" After that, he turned around and entered the house.
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This is a pavilion, which can be regarded as the highest place in Qiao Mansion. It is ventilated on all sides and fresh and natural. Looking down from this pavilion, you can overlook the entire Qiao Mansion. It can be called "the only place high in the sky".
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The grandfather sat at the table, frowning, and after a long time he sighed and said to Xue Poye: "Xiao Xue, what else do you know?"
Xue Poye was stunned and said hurriedly: "Poye doesn't know anything, what is the master referring to?"
"I think the reason you came here this time is not to say goodbye to me, but to let me know that there is a doctor with high medical skills beside you!" Mr. Qiao said slowly: "I think you should know something."
As expected, he is an old fox with a vicious eye, and you can tell from that.
Xue Poye did not dare to lie anymore, and gave another salute and said sincerely: "Master, don't be offended. Poye does know some things. Maybe they are not what Poye should know, but Poye is sincerely helping the master. To put it bluntly,
Mingxu's medical attainments are indeed extraordinary, I think there are few people in the world who can surpass him, so I just want to see if I can use it."
Mingxu lowered his head shyly when he heard Xue Poye praise that his medical skills were unparalleled by many in the world.
The grandfather sighed and said softly: "I don't blame you, just sit down." After Xue Poye sat down, he said softly: "Xiao Xue, what do you know? You might as well let the old man know."
Xue Poye thought for a while and finally said: "The thing is like this. On the way to Suzhou this time, I met a strange young man at a tea shed on the road. Mingxu knew at that time that the young man was terminally ill. Unfortunately,
Everyone was in a hurry, and it was just a one-time encounter. We originally thought that this incident was just a coincidence, but the last time I came to your mansion, Mingxu saw the frame of the young man's bicycle, so we thought that the young man was terminally ill.
It's from the Qiao family, but we don't dare to ask about this matter rashly, so we don't dare to speak out, so we can only make this decision, just to see if the master can use us."
Mr. Qiao nodded, listened carefully to Xue Poye's narration, touched his beard and sighed: "It seems that this is true fate. Could it be that God gave me a gift?"
Xue Poye probed: "Could it be that the young master is really the master's...?"
Mr. Qiao nodded and said slowly: "That is the only child of my Qiao family and my only grandson. His name is Qiao Ting!"
Xue Poye and Mingxu were both surprised. They didn't expect that the blind young master was the grandson of Mr. Qiao, let alone a descendant of the Qiao family.
Xue Poye suddenly understood why Mr. Qiao had no ambition to expand. Presumably Mr. Qiao already knew that Qiao Ting was not going to die soon, and he himself was also in his twilight years. The Qiao family was facing extinction at any time. Under such circumstances, naturally there was no
Be enterprising and enterprising.
Thinking of Mingxu's judgment when he first came to Qiao Mansion, he was really right. The Qiao family was in bad luck and faced a huge crisis of having no successors. No wonder the entire Qiao Mansion felt deserted and exuded.
A gloomy atmosphere.
Mr. Qiao looked at Mingxu, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and asked: "Mr. Mingxu, you have met Ting'er. Can you tell what disease he suffers from?"
Mingxu said honestly: "I can't see the eldest son's illness before I really understand it. And based on my inference, if the eldest son cannot be treated in time, he will only have half a year to live at most."
Xue Poye frowned, and Mr. Qiao's face also looked extremely gloomy. Fortunately, Mingxu quickly gave everyone a shot in the arm: "But as long as it's a disease of a living person, I'm 50% sure."
Hope rekindled in Mr. Qiao's eyes. The old man's body trembled slightly due to excitement. He stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, are you saying that Ting'er can still be saved?"
"At least 50% sure." Mingxu said with certainty.
Xue Poye looked at Mingxu and felt that this weird monk was so cute.
Mr. Qiao himself is an extremely wise man. At this age, there is almost nothing that can make him express his feelings. But when he learned that his grandson, who was waiting for death, suddenly had hope of survival, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and his face showed
Although there is no guarantee that inner joy can be cured, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is much better than waiting to die.