Someone advised Lu Sheng to hire a waiter for help, but he declined with a smile.
He would open the door very early every day when the sky was gray and gray, and he would open the door until dark at night.
Sometimes when there were few patients, he would blow with a windmill, and the wrinkles on his face would slowly relax with his smile.
He originally thought that life would go on like this. But suddenly one day he heard rumors that the Zhong family had been hit by a plague.
The plague was very severe. It is said that it first spread from the place where Zhong Quan was on duty. Everyone in the Zhong family died and disappeared. The only old lady was also missing.
Lu Sheng hurriedly paid someone to drive an ox cart to take him there, but when he arrived, the Zhong family was already empty, with no one left.
Reluctantly, Lu Sheng returned to the hospital and asked around for news about the Zhong family, but there was no more news.
Until a year later....
On his way back from buying vegetables at the market, he saw Xu Zijun sitting on the stone steps on the street.
She was wearing a very shabby cotton-padded jacket, and her body was very dirty. There was thick dirt on her hair, face, and hands.
His complexion was also very bad, it was abnormally sallow and pale.
"uncle...."
Xu Zijun also looked up and saw Lu Sheng.
"Why are you here?" Lu Sheng dropped the food and quickly spent a lot of money to hire someone to carry her to the hospital.
Xu Zijun's body was already severely swollen, and he didn't know how long he had been ill.
Lu Sheng asked someone to clean her body and change her clothes. Then he personally prepared the medicinal soup for her and drank it carefully every day.
But her illness was only secondary. The real cause was the complete failure of her internal organs, which was the natural lifespan of her internal organs as she aged.
She is already very old and has experienced too many ups and downs. It is a miracle that she can survive until now.
After barely holding on like this for more than ten days, Xu Zijun's breath became weaker and weaker, and she really couldn't hold on anymore.
"Uncle... Tell me, what is the purpose of living in this life?" Under the dim light, she was covered with a thick quilt, but she was still shivering from the cold.
Lu Sheng added a charcoal stove to her side, trying to make the whole bedroom warmer.
Hearing her words, Lu Sheng slowly moved to the hospital bed.
"For what? I don't know..." He smiled, "I just thought, since God has allowed us to survive, let's live well, and we will not live in this world in vain."
"I have always wanted to live a good life." Xu Zijun also smiled. "But I can't live well..."
"It's okay...it's okay...I'm not sorry for the Zhong family, I'm not sorry for my parents...it's just a pity for my son..."
Suddenly, a cramping pain spread from her heart.
Xu Zijun held Lu Sheng's hand tightly and lay on his back on the hospital bed. Suddenly he saw the windmill on the medicine cabinet turning slowly. For a while, he burst into tears.
She suddenly recalled many, many memories. She still remembered that when she was a child, she held her brother's hand and ran in and out of the hospital. The windmill in her hand turned so beautifully...
"uncle..."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep... You are already very tired." Lu Sheng held her hand tightly, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.
Yes, she didn't feel sorry for anyone, the only one she felt sorry for was herself.
Xu Zijun's skinny hands were trembling slightly, getting stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, her eyes widened, her whole body froze, her hands suddenly loosened, and she no longer had any strength.
Lu Sheng sat aside silently and patted Xu Zijun's hand with both hands.
There was no one at Xu Zijun's funeral. She had lost all her relatives in the plague. Lu Sheng just bought a coffin, found someone to make a simple cemetery, and buried her.
Back at the hospital, three windmills were inserted side by side on the medicine cabinet. The breeze blew and the windmills rotated. Lu Sheng walked over and gently took off the windmills one by one. After thinking about it, he inserted them again in the corner of the medicine cabinet.
As time passed, he returned to his original routine of seeing a doctor every day.
I don't know how long it took, but heavy snow swept across the entire town overnight, covering everything in sight with silver.
"Grandpa Lu, what is that?" A little girl who was only two years old shouted in a babyish voice, pointing to the windmill on the medicine cabinet.
Lu Sheng was diagnosing her father's pulse when she heard a voice and looked up.
"That's a windmill." He replied with a gentle smile.
"Does grandpa like windmills very much?" the girl continued to ask.
"Yes...Grandpa likes it very much..." Lu Sheng smiled and replied.
"Bing'er, don't disturb grandpa." The stern father at the side scolded in a low voice.
"Oh..." The little girl pouted and did not dare to speak.
Lu Sheng walked over and took down a windmill and wanted to hand it to Bing'er. But the little girl was very sensible and shook her head and refused to take it.
Lu Sheng had no choice but to put the windmill back to its original place.
A few days later, the girl came again, following her father for a follow-up consultation, but this time she had a brand new windmill in her hand.
"Grandpa, this is for you."
Lu Sheng was preparing medical tools when he saw the red windmill in her hand and was suddenly stunned.
He hesitated for a moment, but without refusing, he exchanged a piece of sugar cake and Bing'er for the windmill, and then carefully inserted the new windmill next to the previous three windmills.
The breeze blows, and each of the four windmills is newer than the last. The first one is already turning yellow.
Lu Sheng put down his hand and looked at the row of windmills, and suddenly felt something cracking in his heart.
He calmed down and continued to treat Bing'er's father, then closed the medical clinic and slowly left the town alone.
Return to the Xu family’s old location.
The original mansion has been replaced by another family, and the old trees inside have also sprouted new shoots.
In the heavy snow, you can faintly hear the cries of babies and the voices of adults singing softly.
Lu Sheng stood quietly in front of the mansion, listening to the sounds inside, and something seemed to be getting brighter and clearer in his heart.
I don't know how long he stood there before he suddenly laughed softly.
The laughter got louder and louder.
Slowly, his hair turned from white to green, and he became younger and younger. His originally hunched back quickly straightened up.
The wrinkles on his face quickly dissipated and he regained his youthfulness. His cloudy eyes quickly became clear and sharp. In just a few moments, he returned to his peak body in his twenties.
"That's it...that's it!" Lu Sheng laughed, turned around and left in the distance, without any nostalgia.
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Moon Palace.
Moon King slowly pulled the blanket on his knees and pulled it up further.
Decades have passed... The Xiya Dynasty disintegrated a long time ago. Nowadays, warlords are dividing the country. The Yuewang Mansion barely has a place in these troubled times because of its command of troops and the support of Hewangdong behind it.
But that's all.
After the death of General Shenwu, warlords from all over the country claimed kingship and hegemony, and there were endless disputes.
The Moon King is over a hundred years old. If the secret method of the Crane King Cave had not helped him extend his life, he might have died a long time ago.
But as he got older, he had no intention of dominating, and just wanted to live by holding on to his own bit of inheritance.
The only thing he regrets now is that his son has been practicing Taoism. It has been decades since he left, and he has almost forgotten what Xiao Jing looked like at that time.
"His Royal Highness the Moon King." Bai Songzi, dressed in plain white with long flowing sleeves, slowly approached the courtyard.
As the Demon King, he has high-level Qi infused by Lu Sheng. Coupled with high-level Taoist practice, his cultivation is now becoming more and more advanced.
From a distance, he looks like an aristocratic prince, otherworldly, but up close, his features are picturesque and his temperament is cold.
Especially the little crimson hook between the eyebrows adds a touch of coquettishness to the indifference.
"Are you coming to see me, this old man, again?" The Moon King already knew Bai Songzi's identity.
But to him, these demons with pure emotions are more trustworthy than humans.
Good is good, bad is bad, and monsters are far more straightforward than humans.
"The people behind Prince Qing's Mansion have been found out. They are the Wuding Sect of Taoism." Bai Songzi said calmly. "I may be a little busier recently, so I will have less time to see you."
"It doesn't matter, business matters. Prince Qing's Mansion and us are at odds with each other. They have been fighting for so many years, and now they are finally showing their heel." The Moon King sighed. "I just don't know what this Wuding Sect is..."
"One of the Taoist sects." Bai Songzi said solemnly.
"Are you very strong?" Moon King was stunned.
"It's very strong." Bai Songzi replied calmly. "But we can't get into their eyes for the time being. We, whether it's the Moon Palace or the Qing Palace, are just making small fuss with them."
"That's good...that's good..." Lord Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
"...."
Bai Songzi looked at Yue Wang's relieved look, but after all, he still didn't tell the story that the Wuding Sect had sent someone to take action.
"It's been freezing here lately, and the weather isn't very good. I've built a house in the south. Moon King, why don't you go over there and take a good rest." He suggested again.
"That's fine. It's useless for me to stay here alone anyway." The Moon King smiled helplessly. "I just don't know where Jing'er is now...?" He thought of the time when he was alone again.
The only son who left.
"Sir, you are naturally safe and sound. We can all feel this," Bai Songzi replied.
"That's good..." Yue Wang didn't dare to think too much. Everyone around him left, and now he was the only one left, with the two girls Yuan Yuanyuan and Yuan Liuliu taking care of him.
Bai Songzi remained silent and didn't speak. He just bowed slightly and turned to leave.
For him, Lu Sheng was the person who gave him a new life, so Lu Sheng's father's family was naturally a place that he had to protect.
This is how he has been steadily guarding the Moon Palace for decades.
Originally, he had always thought that this kind of life could last for a long, long time. But five years ago, after the Wuding Sect really took action, everything changed.
He had tried very hard to prevent the Moon Palace from being involved in the fight between the two great gates, but the aftermath of the fight between the two behemoths was not something that the Moon Palace could bear.
After so many years, the fight between the Chunqiu Sect and the Wuding Sect has escalated one after another, and now it has reached a level where he is completely unable to contact them.
A while ago, the fourth surrender order from the Wuding Sect arrived again.
No matter what means are used this time, there is probably no way to delay it.