I don’t know why, but it seems that most people in this era will age very quickly after retiring. They are like summer flowers. After dedicating their most beautiful youth, they will quickly age and wither until they fade away.
Make dust and mud.
Director Lian, who was sitting in front of Chu Heng sickly at this moment, was like this.
It has only been more than a year since he retired, but he looks much older than before he retired.
His originally gray hair had secretly turned silvery white at some point, and the wrinkles on his face had become deeper and deeper. One after another, age spots quietly appeared on his sagging skin, making his whole body exude an odor.
A disconcerting twilight.
This has nothing to do with illness, it is real aging.
Chu Heng looked at Old Man Lian with a complicated expression, feeling sorry for this late hero who had emerged from the age of blood and fire.
He withstood the enemy's swords and guns, but unfortunately he could not withstand the passage of time.
"Can't you die?" Chu Heng grabbed the old man's wrist with a playful smile, hiding the pity in his heart that was equivalent to humiliation for Director Lian.
"It's no big deal to live another hundred and eighty years."
The stubborn old man with a sickly face grinned, as if to prove that he was still young, waved his arms vigorously, and said loudly: "I think I came through the rain of bullets back then, what do you call this minor illness? Wait.
I'll feel better in a few days, let's go fishing in Mentougou!"
"You still want to go fishing? Then why don't you just carry the coffin board! Save yourself the trouble of having nothing to put it in!" Aunt Lian walked in with a raised brow, held out her hand angrily, and babbled.
Complaining: "Hurry up and drink it while it's hot! This day, I am the only one who is in trouble. After taking care of the young, I have to take care of the old. Do you think I have ever enjoyed a day of happiness since I married into your family?"
Faced with his furious wife, the old man remained silent for a moment. He took the soup bowl and drank the extremely bitter soup into his stomach one by one like he was drinking sugar water.
After drinking the medicine, the old man wiped his mouth and handed the bowl to his wife. He turned his head and was about to say something to Chu Heng when his face suddenly changed and he coughed violently.
"Cough, cough, cough... cough!"
His chest was heaving violently like a bellows, and he was coughing so hard that he seemed to be coughing out his lungs.
Along with the old man's coughing sound, there was also a smell of urine emanating from his body.
It looked like he peed again.
Chu Heng seemed not to notice, and quickly stood up and came behind Director Lian, patting his back gently, trying to help him calm down.
Even the aunt quickly stepped forward and gently caressed her husband's chest with her palms.
After a while, Director Lian, who coughed until his face was bloodshot and tears flowed out, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "Hey, I can't stand it anymore. How long have you been suffering from this minor illness?
It’s still not healed yet.”
"Would you like to go to the hospital again?" Chu Heng looked at the tired old man with some worry.
"It's useless." Aunt Lian sighed and shook her head: "I have been to several hospitals in the city, got injections, and took medicine, but I just keep stretching like this."
The old man Lian who peed his pants didn't want Chu Heng to see his miserable side. After taking a breath, he started to chase people away: "Okay, boy, go back quickly. I'm tired and want to take a nap."
Chu Heng squeezed the loose muscles on the old man's shoulders, pondered for a while and said, "Let's do this. You rest first, and I'll call a doctor for you. His ancestors were imperial doctors, and they were quite powerful."
Aunt Lian, who was feeling sorry for her husband, took his hand in surprise when she heard this and said, "Hey, you, thank you so much, Hengzi."
"What are you talking about? Are you treating me like an outsider?" Chu Hengyang said angrily.
Even the old man naturally wanted to get something done quickly, so he quickly asked: "Do you need to prepare anything? Does he want something or money?"
"No need for anything, he is my buddy's father. Okay, you rest first, I'll go right away." Chu Heng patted the old man on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the room quickly.
After a while, he got on the Volga and drove towards the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, preparing to invite Tang Pingliu's father, Tang Quan, who was called the shame of the Tang family by Mr. Tang.
The person he wanted to invite the most was Mr. Tang, but he had troubled this old gentleman too many times, and he felt a little embarrassed.
So we can only settle for the next best thing and make do with hot springs.
The car sped along, passing through the dappled sunlight that sprinkled on the road, and soon arrived at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
Father Tang was very leisurely at this time.
He had just sent away the last patient and was sitting leisurely in the office smoking a cigarette.
"Hi, ho!"
Using force to push out the spicy smoke in his chest, Tang Quan glanced at the big baby clamped on his fingers. He couldn't help but think of the big front door he smoked last time. He felt extremely regretful in his heart. He knew he should have saved some money in the first place. Chu Heng
The money given.
It’s hard to go from luxury to frugality!
"Dongdong."
At this time, there was a knock on the office door. Tang Quan, who was reminiscing about the past, quickly sat upright, with a calm smile that a doctor should have on his face, and said softly to the door: "Come in."
"Squeak."
Chu Heng pushed the door open and walked in. He smiled and said to the dog-like Father Tang, "Are you busy, Uncle Tang?"
"It's your boy, come on, come over and sit down. I've just made some tea. Let's try it together." Looking at the former God of Wealth, the smile on Father Tang's face became even brighter. He quickly stood up and poured the tea.
At the same time, I was secretly looking forward to the fact that this guy could give him some more prescriptions. It didn't matter what kind of aphrodisiacs or sweat medicines they were, as long as he gave him money.
Unknowingly, Tang's father has been corrupted by the evil capitalists, and he willingly wants to become a wage earner.
That’s right, what’s wrong with working part-time?
You can make money by relying on your skills, you can buy cigarettes, you can go to restaurants, you can open the door ajar...
"I won't drink the tea anymore. I'm here to treat you today." Chu Heng stepped forward, handed a cigarette to the front door, and said with a smile: "An old leader of mine is sick and has been to several hospitals but has not recovered.
, if you are tired, go over and let me have a look."
"become."
Father Tang ruthlessly threw away the half of the big product that he was reluctant to throw away before. He took the fragrant big front door and stuffed it into his mouth. Without saying a word, he picked up the meal guy placed under the table and followed this guy away.
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Not long after, the two got on the Volga and left the hospital.
In the car.
Chu Heng told Father Tang about his condition and chatted about his daily life for a while. Suddenly he thought that he would be going out for a while and felt that he should bring something for self-defense, so he asked him: "Uncle Tang? Are you busy recently?"
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"Okay, what's wrong?" Father Tang looked over in confusion.
"I would like to ask you to help me make a batch of medicine." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"No problem, tell me, what kind of medicine should I make?" Father Tang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had already seen a large group of people making fun of him.
