Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Old Wu waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I'm glad you can come. Bring any food you want. I have everything I need."
Song Yun offered to take Mr. Wu's pulse, and Mr. Wu naturally would not refuse and stretched out his hand for her to feel.
After taking his pulse, Song Yun asked him, "Have you had a poor appetite recently?"
Old Wu nodded. "Maybe it's too hot. I can't eat. Every day I just drink some porridge and eat some pickles. I don't really want to eat fish or meat. It's too greasy."
Song Yun didn't bother writing a prescription. She took out a bottle from the medicine box and handed it to Elder Wu. "This is a stomach-strengthening pill I made myself. Try it for two days."
Mr. Wu took it and said with a smile, "Your medicine will definitely work."
The guard on the side glanced at the medicine bottle and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
When Song Yun saw the guard's look, she suddenly remembered that this was a retirement home, where all the people living there were senior cadres of high rank, and their food and drink were strictly controlled. She was an outsider who brought foreign medicine, and she couldn't give it to the old leader casually.
So he smiled and said, "Grandpa Wu, let's have your guard check this medicine first."
Elder Wu glanced at the guard. He didn't want to make things difficult for him, and he didn't want to cause trouble for Song Yun, so he handed the medicine to the guard and said, "Follow the procedure."
The guard took the medicine bottle, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried out.
Mr. Wu said apologetically, "Yun girl, please don't mind it."
How could Song Yun mind? Every place has its own rules. In fact, this is good for everyone.
When Mr. Wu learned that Song Yun and Qi Monan were transferred back to Beijing, he was very happy for them.
Song Yun left the address of Zhengde Street to Mr. Wu, telling him that if he had any problems, he could go to Zhengde Street to find her, or he could call her directly at the military headquarters.
After chatting for more than an hour, Song Yun and Qi Monan said goodbye and left.
Not long after the two of them left, the guard came back with stomach-strengthening pills in his hand, and one-third of the full bottle of stomach-strengthening pills was missing.
Elder Wu was dissatisfied. "Why is there so little? Does it cost so much to check it?"
The guard looked aggrieved. "It was Doctor Fu who said he needed some for some tests. I told him to use less, but he wouldn't listen."
When he heard it was Doctor Fu, Old Wu's face turned even worse. "That Fu Ba Pi again. He peels off a layer of skin just because he sees something. What a joke. Next time you see him and he's on duty, just leave and don't give him anything to test."
The guard nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll remember that."
Even if Mr. Wu didn't say it, he wouldn't dare to give him anything to test next time. That guy is really shameless.
Old Wu's expression relaxed a little. He opened the bottle and poured out a stomach-strengthening pill, then put it in his mouth and chewed it. It was not bitter at all, but slightly sour and sweet. The taste was not bad and he wanted to eat more.
The key point is that soon after taking a stomach-strengthening pill, his appetite opened up and he wanted to eat.
The dinner tasted especially delicious, without any of the usual anorexia or nausea. Especially with the hot sauce that Song Yun brought, he actually ate two bowls of rice.
As long as you eat well and sleep well, your body will naturally get better.
Within a few days, Mr. Wu's complexion improved noticeably, he became more energetic, and his voice became louder when playing chess.
Just after playing chess that day, Mr. Wu was bragging to his chess friends when Dr. Fu, who rarely left the infirmary, unexpectedly came to the small garden and approached Mr. Wu, who was just chatting and bragging. He greeted him with a smile, "Captain Wu, are you playing chess?"
Old Wu glanced at him and asked, "Which eye of yours saw me playing chess? Are there any chess pieces on the table?"
Doctor Fu chuckled, "When I heard you talking about chess just now, I thought you were playing chess."
Elder Wu could tell that this guy wouldn't come here for no reason. "What's the matter?"