Apricot blossoms are falling, the shade is thick, summer is coming with the cuckoo's call, and June is here in the blink of an eye.

Every morning, Xinghua Village welcomes a group of people who come to Ciyimen Clinic to seek medical treatment and medicine. The quick-witted villagers start businesses at the entrance of the village, selling their own vegetables, fruits, pickles, pies, steamed buns and other snacks. Although the business is not booming, there is still income every day.

The villagers of Xinghua Village used to dig for food in the soil. Apart from eating the crops themselves, they could only sell them for two to three thousand yuan a year. But now they just run small businesses, and if business is good, they can make a profit of seven to eight hundred yuan a month.

The villagers have tasted the sweetness and say that their current good life is thanks to the clinic. If it weren't for the "door god" watching over the clinic, they would all go to the door to burn incense and pray for blessings.

That day, Qingshan was seeing patients as usual. When he saw about 20 patients, he heard a loud man with a Shaanxi accent say, "It's in the Eshe room. You better hurry up and don't keep the miracle doctor waiting anxiously!"

Qingshan raised an eyebrow. This voice is so familiar. It seems like I have heard it somewhere before...

As soon as he finished speaking, a stocky man, holding a three or four-year-old boy in his arms, appeared at the entrance to the clinic lobby. He turned back and looked toward the waiting room, as if waiting for someone. A moment later, a short, plump woman about his age, carrying a large bag, caught up with him, panting. They both entered the clinic, one holding the child and the other carrying the luggage.

When Qingshan saw this person, he was happy: I was wondering why the voice sounded so familiar, isn’t this the Ma Baoku couple?

Ma Baoku is the coal boss from Shaanxi Province who quarreled with old lady Lvzhi in Taiwan over buying a bracelet before Qingshan was reborn. Twenty years ago, Ma Baoku is now in his thirties, and his appearance has not changed much. Some people are like this, although they don’t look young, but when you look at them again after more than ten years, they are still the same, and they are particularly resistant to aging.

Liu Chunhua is not so lavishly adorned with jewels now. She dresses very simply, with wrinkles all over her clothes at her knees and arms, making her look tired and worn.

Ma Baoku was a man of quick temper. He left his wife behind after a few steps, carried the child to the examination table, put the child on the chair, stood beside him, supported his son's shoulders, and gave Chen Qingshan a flattering and respectful smile.

"Godly doctor, we're here to treat the child. Please take care of us!"

In his previous life, the tour group Qingshan had joined was small to begin with, and the two of them, from their accents to their attire, were so unique that it was hard for Qingshan not to remember them. Ma Baoku and Liu Chunhua, though lacking in education and moral integrity, shared the common failings of nouveau riche, were generous with their group, often paying for meals out of their own pockets and treating everyone to numerous optional activities. Despite their wealth, they were never stingy or selfish. Therefore, Qingshan felt that while these two had their fair share of shortcomings, their strengths outweighed them, making them worthwhile companions.

Qingshan smiled and nodded to Ma Baoku and Liu Chunhua, motioning them to move two chairs from the wall. Ma Baoku looked flattered and ran back, and sat down with Liu Chunhua, one on each side, holding their son.

"What's the child's name?"

"Ma Xiaobao."

"How old?"

Liu Chunhua was not as aggressive and unruly as she was in her previous life. Perhaps she had not seen much of the world, so she looked a little timid, and her eyes were evasive when she looked at Qingshan. She hugged her son quietly, and Ma Baoku talked to Qingshan.

"Seven years old."

"Seven?"

Qingshan's eyes widened in surprise. The child was less than one meter tall, with thin arms and legs, and weighed no more than 30 kilograms. Let alone seven years old, even if he was said to be four years old, Qingshan felt that his age was exaggerated.

"...Uh, it's small enough..."