Qingshan and his pets reappeared in the main room of the third courtyard. This was her room. Red Light left the space and didn't stay there for a moment, fearing Qingshan would change his mind. It buzzed and flew out of the open window. Qingshan shook his head helplessly and took Yin'er to the second courtyard.

The hall in the second courtyard is where Qingshan sees patients, and the room next to it is the waiting room, where patients who come for treatment wait for their number to be called.

Yin'er twitched his ears and said to Qingshan, "Master, there are people in your clinic. It's Sun Baoqiang, and..." Yin'er twitched his nose and continued, "Thirty free-range eggs!"

Qingshan was amused. "You have a very sharp nose. You can even smell the free-range eggs?"

"Hey, because it smells like chicken shit!"

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Qingshan entered the living room and saw Sun Baoqiang sitting in a corner of the hall waiting obediently. He was holding a basket in his arms. Qingshan smiled and said, "Brother Sun, good morning!"

Sun Baoqiang seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Qingshan, his face a little red. He stood up holding the basket of eggs and replied, "Chen, Doctor Chen, good morning!"

Qingshan pointed at the basket in his arms and asked, "Brother Sun, are you bringing me eggs again? I haven't finished the ones you brought me last time. I appreciate your kindness. Take the eggs back to nourish my uncle!"

Sun Baoqiang didn't say yes or no, and hesitated for a long time, completely losing his sharp tongue in front of the college students. Finally, his face flushed, he put down the basket of eggs and ran away, as if a vicious dog was chasing him. (Yin Er: I didn't do anything!)

Sun Baoqiang's father, Sun Maocai, suddenly started coughing up blood a year ago. He went to the county hospital for a check-up and was told that he had esophageal varicose vein rupture. The doctor suspected that he had a liver problem. The medical conditions in the small county were poor and could not be cured, so he was asked to go to the capital for a check-up.

The family scraped together 20,000 yuan from their own pockets to send him to the capital for treatment. After visiting several major hospitals, they were all diagnosed with liver cancer, already advanced and metastatic, making surgery impossible and chemotherapy the only option. The old man had no insurance, and after just one course of chemotherapy, the money ran out. Desperate, Sun Baoqiang carried his father, his face sallow and his breath dwindling, back to Xinghua Village, feeling grief and guilt.

Sun Baoqiang's mother died early, and Sun Maocai was the one who acted as both his father and mother to him. He had a hard life. In recent years, the family's life has finally improved a little, and he can finally relax and enjoy his life, but then he encountered such a disaster.

Sun Maocai has been an honest and upright person all his life. Although his family is not rich, he always helps others when he sees they are in trouble. People in the village say he is a good man. However, he did not expect that good people would not be rewarded and he ended up waiting to die at home.

Sun Baoqiang was unwilling to let his father go like this. He also wanted his father to hold his grandson. Since Western medicine had sentenced Sun Maocai to death, perhaps traditional Chinese medicine could find a way. He did not seek a cure, but just wanted to prolong his father's life and let him see him get married and have children.

Sun Baoqiang remembered a clinic that had recently opened in the village. It was decorated like a royal palace. The villagers said that such a wealthy place must have a fee to enter, not to mention the price of a doctor. Besides, the doctor was a young woman who looked like a movie star, so how could she even take a pulse? So, for the first few months after the clinic opened, the villagers kept talking about this "royal palace clinic," but no one had ever been inside. They just saw luxury cars with Beijing license plates going there.

Sun Baoqiang was determined to risk everything for his father. If he could help his father live longer, he would work in the clinic for the rest of his life to pay for the medicine. So Sun Baoqiang bravely knocked on the door of the clinic.

Sun Baoqiang was first almost scared to death by the doorman's appearance, and then he was almost fascinated by the doctor's appearance. He carried his father in in a daze, took his father's pulse, prescribed medicine, and then went home in a daze without spending a penny.