In just the morning, Zeng Wenjuan treated most of the elderly people, most of whom had minor ailments that are common among the elderly.

"It's time for lunch, why don't you two comrades come to my house for a meal? We don't have any delicious food at home, just simple meals." The last old lady Zeng Wenjuan treated called out.

Chen Yitang changed his slow manner, opened his eyes, stood up and said to the villagers: "No need, we brought our own dry food, so we won't go to your house to eat. Everyone come and line up at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The old lady reached out and took Zeng Wenjuan, smiling and saying, "You brought food, so you should eat more. This girl has been examining our pulse for the whole morning, so it's only right that we treat her to a meal."

Chen Yitang snatched Zeng Wenjuan's hand back, and then pulled Zeng Wenjuan behind him. He looked directly at the old lady and said, "I said we are not going to eat. If you insist that we go, then we will go back now."

The village chief who was standing nearby quickly stepped forward and apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, Comrade Chen. Our villagers are so welcoming. Please don't be offended." Then he scolded the villagers and left.

After seeing them leave, Chen Yitang turned to Zeng Wenjuan and said, "Be careful. You are unfamiliar with this place. Remember to call me if anything happens."

No matter how dumb Zeng Wenjuan was, she could see the difference and nodded: "Okay, I know."

The father and daughter went into the house and took out the dry food they had prepared to eat. Chen Yitang, as an old father, was always worried, so he warned them again: "Don't drink the food and water of the villagers. We will go back tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, I know." It was the first time that Zeng Wenjuan felt her father's care. She felt her nose a little sour. All these years, she thought she was abandoned because she was a girl. She never expected that she could be the treasure in her parents' hands.

Chen Yitang looked straight at Zeng Wenjuan, "Eh!" He sighed and lowered his head. The world outside is not very safe, but his daughter is no longer the little child he used to hold in his arms every day. He has also grown old. When he secretly looked in the mirror yesterday, he found that he had grown a few more white hairs.

After lunch, the two took a nap. Zeng Wenjuan didn't get up until there was a quarrel in the yard. Chen Yitang was already sitting at the door, watching the village chief maintain order.

"Everyone, please don't run around. What's the point of making so much noise? Line up in the same formation as this morning." Yu Xinnian shouted loudly. As the village chief, he still had some say. After hearing his voice, everyone lined up obediently according to the formation they had in the morning.

The first person Zeng Wenjuan diagnosed in the afternoon was an aunt. She frowned after checking the pulse. But she was afraid that she had checked the pulse wrong, so she said to Chen Yitang beside her: "Master, I am not sure about this. Come and take a look."

After hearing Zeng Wenjuan's words, Chen Yitang stood up from his chair and sat next to Zeng Wenjuan. He checked the woman's pulse and his face darkened.

"You have a tumor in your stomach. It's in the middle or late stage. We can't cure it. You have to go to a big hospital to have the tumor removed. Only then can you live a few more years. But if you don't remove it..." Chen Yintang didn't say too much and stopped at the point.

The woman was frightened. He stammered, "Then...then doctor...if I really go to the hospital, how much will it cost to remove this tumor? Every household is poor now, where can we get the money to treat the disease? You can just prescribe some medicine for me, and I can live one day at a time."

"Your disease can be cured by traditional Chinese medicine. But the effect is not so quick and it is rather complicated. The cost is about one hundred yuan. It is better for you to go to a big hospital." Chen Yintang said calmly.

The woman was frightened by the sudden illness. She tried to stand up tremblingly, but her legs kept shaking and she couldn't stand up at all. Fortunately, the people next to her supported her and she didn't fall down.

"Auntie, actually you don't need to be so stressed. My master said that you can go to the hospital to remove the tumor. This proves that the success rate of this operation is still very high. You can go and have a look first. You can earn the money again if you lose it." Zeng Wenjuan felt a little bit sorry for the old lady, so she looked at her and comforted her.

The two women of the same age who had been supporting the woman also began to speak: "Yes, Huaixiang, go and have a look first. If you don't have money, the villagers will lend it to you."

The woman did not reply, but was supported by the two women of the same age and went home. Zeng Wenjuan was not clear about what happened next, she was still sitting there and checking everyone's pulse.

"Sister, you are so beautiful. Can you stay here and be my brother's wife?" While treating a little child, he asked Zeng Wenjuan with his big eyes blinking.

Zeng Wenjuan's face darkened instantly. She said to the child, "I can't stay here and be your brother's wife. I already have a husband and a child. You shouldn't call me sister. You should call me aunt."

"Auntie, you have a husband and children, so you can't be my brother's wife? My mother tells my brother to get married every day. I think you, Auntie, are really good. You are the kind of girl my brother likes." I don't know if someone taught the child or if the child is just naive and says such things.

But Zeng Wenjuan felt very bad the whole afternoon. She always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind.

It was not until sunset that Zeng Wenjuan helped the last person to check his pulse. After confirming that he had only some minor illnesses, she gave him some herbal ointment and sent him away.

"After eating, you should have a good rest. We will have another day of free clinic tomorrow, and we will go back in the afternoon." Chen Yintang also felt Zeng Wenjuan's frightened expression and said something to her.

Zeng Wenjuan nodded: "Well, all I know is a one-day free clinic! I can do it. I feel like I have learned a lot from today's free clinic. Don't just look at the things in the books, they are much more useful."

"Practice what you have learned. Once you have learned something, if you want to be the best, you have to practice more and watch more. Everyone's body is different. Just a simple cold can have hundreds or thousands of symptoms. So the only way is to practice more so that you can remember it by heart." Chen Yintang agreed, saying that this is how he learned Chinese medicine.

After dinner, Zeng Wenjuan lay down on his bed to rest while Chen Yitang sat outside the cubicle, watching over Zeng Wenjuan. He had already lost his daughter once, so he couldn't lose her again this time. If he did, he might go crazy. But he didn't expect people to be so vicious.