The next morning, while Zhu Jiujie was sleeping, suddenly dark clouds rolled in, and his father walked towards him in shackles.
"Father, Father, are you also reborn?"
Zhu Langzhong said in a deep voice: "My father is not able to be reborn by chance like you. Besides, my father doesn't want to be reborn in the same era as you."
"Why did father say that?"
"Father named you Jiujie, but what about you now? You have become Jiujie? You are so daring."
Zhu Jiujie broke out in a cold sweat.
"Father, you...why are you wearing shackles? Who is punishing you?"
"No one, it is the father who punishes himself. The father regrets giving birth to a son like you. Jiujie, my father knows that you have been reborn. Since you have someone else's body, you have to be responsible for other people's families. You are reborn as a child."
In a legal and moral society, we must no longer act recklessly or be romantic[
Cheng Xing, otherwise, the father will not feel at ease underground. Also, the eight generations of the Zhu family have been doctors for generations, hanging pots to help the world, and using herbs as companions. They have been praised by the world for generations. You are the only one who makes my father feel cold. I hope you will remember that you are a father.
Teaching, in the age of rebirth, be a good person, be a good doctor, and pass down the family legacy'
The techniques of "one needle to overcome calamity" and "wonderful hand to rejuvenate" have been carried forward."
Zhu Jiujie woke up with a start and was in a daze.
In fact, although Zhu Jiujie was a purged swinger, he had gone through more than three hundred years of solitary cultivation, and the edges of his character had been smoothed out a lot.
Although I indulged my thoughts for a few days after my rebirth, I gradually calmed down. Just like a wild horse running wild, it would run aimlessly at first, and then find its own direction.
The sky is bright.
Zhu Jiujie walked to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and thought to himself: His father always warned him during his lifetime to be careful in his words and deeds according to the "Nine Precepts". After death, he still suffered and abused himself for himself. Zhu Jiujie, Zhu Jiujie, if you can't
Is changing bad habits and practicing good medicine worthy of our ancestors?
Chang'e came over from behind.
"Jiu Jie, why did you get up so early?"
Zhu Jiujie looked at Chang'e in the mirror, who was only wearing a bra and shorts, and thought to himself: Should he tell her the real situation? After all, he is not Zhu Jiujie, but Zhu Jiujie.
"Chang'e, come here, I want to tell you something."
With that said, Zhu Jiujie walked into the hall and sat on the sofa. Chang'e sat opposite him and said with a smile: "Go on, I'm listening."
Zhu Jiujie thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I..."
Chang'e suddenly waved her hand: "Wait a minute, I'm steaming egg custard for you, don't overdo it."
Saying that, Chang'e ran into the kitchen.[
Zhu Jiujie suddenly didn't want to talk anymore. With a wife like this, what could a husband ask for? If Chang'e knew the truth, would she still be with him?
After a while, Chang'e brought out the egg custard and put it on the dining table: "Jiujie, come over and eat. Try my cooking. How is it compared to before?"
Zhu Jiujie sat on the chair, picked up the spoon, took a bite, nodded and said: "It's delicious."
Chang'e smiled: "Don't you have something to say to me? Tell me, what is it?"
"It's nothing, I...I just feel...I feel sorry for Chang Yue. I hope you can invite her back. I want to apologize to her in person."
Chang E thought for a while and said: "Chang Yue is a child who is lively and outgoing, but also has a small temper. You have gone too far this time. If you hadn't been resurrected with a confused mind after death, I would not have forgiven her, let alone her.
you."
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. Fortunately, it didn't lead to a big mistake."
"Don't worry. With Chang Yue's personality, things will be fine after a while. Next month is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's go celebrate the festival with our parents. You can apologize to her by the way. This little girl will let you go as soon as she is happy.
.”
"Is the Mid-Autumn Festival celebrated next month?"
"Well, not only is it the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chang Yue's birthday is also on this day, but usually the fifteenth birthday is celebrated on the sixteenth."
Zhu Jiujie's heart moved: "Chang'e, what does Chang Yue like? I want to buy a gift for her."
"Don't you know what she likes? You even gave her an electric car as a gift last year."
"Well...I...haven't I lost my memory?"
"Well, I forgot about this. I'll buy you a slider phone."
"Mobile phone, okay, I remember it."
As the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived, Zhu Jiujie did not go to work. Before it got dark, Zhu Jiujie and Chang E came to Changzhuang in Beicheng.
Although Changzhuang is only a few miles away from the city, because the county develops towards the south, it is secluded and even the street lights are dim.
Chang'e's parents lived in a row of old-fashioned houses, with a total of four rooms. The westernmost room was the kitchen, and the middle of the three eastern rooms was the living room. There was an old-fashioned sofa that was 80% new, and the fabric on the sofa was dark.
It was full of oil stains. There was a bedroom on the left and right, and the east bedroom was where my parents lived. It was in the countryside.
, pay attention to the east first, generally the elders live in the east room, and the younger generations live in the west room.
Zhu Jiujie saw that Chang'e's parents were in their fifties, with honest faces, and belonged to the kind of simple country people. Although Chang'e's mother was in normal health, her father was bedridden. As soon as he entered the bedroom, there was a pungent smell.
of odor.
Chang's mother said: "There is nothing we can do. People lie on the bed and urinate in the room. Even if they clean the house, they can't clean it."
Chang'e said: "Mom, we don't mind you. Why are you talking about this? Where is Chang Yue, hasn't she come back?"
Chang's mother said: "Chang Yue called and said she wouldn't be back for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Chang E looked at Zhu Jiujie and thought to herself: Chang Yue is not doing this just to avoid you.
Zhu Jiujie naturally understood that the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival were the most solemn festivals among the people. If there was no big event, most people would always go home to reunite with their parents. What would happen to a single girl every month? It was obvious that she did not want to see him.
Zhu Jiujie looked at the mobile phone bag in his hand and thought to himself: If she doesn't come, how will she give this gift?
Although Chang's father was in bed, he was still conscious and bowed when he saw Zhu Jiujie.
The Chang family is very grateful to Zhu Jiujie, because after all, Zhu Jiujie works in the hospital and has provided a lot of convenience to the Chang family in recent years.
Zhu Jiujie said hurriedly: "Dad, you don't have to move, just lie down."
Chang's father lay down.
Zhu Jiujie asked: "How long has Dad been ill?"
Chang'e glared at him and said, "You know what you are asking." But after saying that, she remembered his memory loss and said, "It has been like this for almost two years."
Chang's mother sighed: "A person of his age will be fine after having a cerebral infarction for half a month, but your dad... ugh..."
Chang'e said: "Who can blame this? Don't we have no money at home? I came back after staying for half a month. If I had been given fluids for an extra week, maybe my father would be able to walk normally." Chang'e sighed: "There is nothing else at home except
With those few acres of cultivated land, how can there be any income? Isn’t it enough to support your education all these years? In the end, you still don’t have a fixed job.”
Chang'e lowered her head and stopped talking. She longed for a stable job, not only for her father, but also for her own face. She often met her high school classmates on the street, and the first thing they said when they met was:
Are you married? What does your husband do? The second sentence is: You buy a house
Are you ready? Where do you work?"
Women are proud to find a good husband. At the same time, they also long for a stable job and a house of their own.
Zhu Jiujie reached out and felt Chang's father's pulse.
Chang'e said: "Jiujie, when did you learn to feel your pulse?"
Zhu Jiujie smiled and said nothing, but felt Chang's father's pulse.
After a while, Zhu Jiujie said: "Dad's illness is actually not that serious."
Chang'e was delighted: "Really, can he still walk again?"
Zhu Jiujie said: "It's just that the blood vessels are blocked and the breath is blocked, which makes the limbs and body mechanisms unable to move normally. Let me try it. Dad, relax your whole body and don't think about anything."
As he spoke, Zhu Jiujie sat cross-legged on the bed, using the Six Yang Magic Skill, and slowly sorted out Chang's father's bloodline.
Chang'e looked at Chang'e and asked, "What are Jiujie doing?"
Chang'e said: "I don't know either. Judging from the way you talk about it, is it Qigong Daoyin?"
Chang's mother said: "Didn't you say that he doesn't know any medical skills?"
Chang E said: "Who knows, anyway, he has gone to the office again. If he has passed the medical profession, why not stay in the business department?"
After a while, I saw beads of sweat pouring from Chang's father's face and limbs, and then he was sweating hotly, and his face became red.
Gradually, Zhu Jiujie stopped working and said with a smile: "It should be much better, dad, try raising your legs."
Father Chang tried to lift his legs, but now they were half a foot above the bed.
Chang'e and Chang's mother both screamed. Chang's father had been unable to control his limbs since he was lying in bed. He needed Chang's mother to take care of him even when he turned over. Unexpectedly, after being treated by Zhu Jiujie for half an hour, he was able to lift his legs.
Chang's mother picked up the phone and called Chang Yue: "Yueyue, I have good news for you. Your dad can lift his leg... It's true, it was your brother-in-law who cured it..."