"Old Chief, a little drinking can be a relief, but too much is harmful to your health. I'll give you acupuncture tomorrow to consolidate your strength. I guarantee you'll enjoy drinking to your heart's content in the future."

Although the old leader is now in good health after his own treatment, he is no longer young after all, and drinking heavily is indeed not a good thing.

"Old Chief, please listen to Doctor Yang. How about we call it a day?"

Sun Zhenhua dared not disobey Yang Baiyi's words. Although he had a natural fear of the old leader, Yang Baiyi had said that drinking too much was not good, so Sun Zhenhua still plucked up the courage and tried to dissuade the old leader.

"Okay, that's all for today. I'll wait for Dr. Yang to give me another acupuncture treatment tomorrow, and then we'll continue drinking."

Although the old leader did not drink to his heart's content, since everyone said so, he had no choice but to give up.

The old leader used to have a very strong character. If anyone dared to stop him from drinking when he was having a good time, he would overturn the table and curse.

However, he has been bedridden for many years, and everyone has been worried and taking care of him for many years. The old leader is grateful to everyone from the bottom of his heart. He won't drink if they don't let him, because he knows that everyone is doing it for his own good.

Next, the four of them finished their dinner with tea, and Yang Baiyi and Sun Zhenhua said goodbye and left.

Back at the military district guesthouse, Yang Baiyi followed Sun Zhenhua to his room.

Yao Xuefeng had been alone in the guesthouse for an entire afternoon, and it was reasonable for him to say something.

"Section Chief Yao, I'm sorry to have wronged you today. It's really not appropriate for you to go to the old leader's place."

Although Sun Zhenhua is Yao Xuefeng's direct supervisor, he has never been arrogant on the farm.

"Director Sun, I'm not wronged. I'm traveling with you on business, and I get free food and lodging, plus travel allowances. I don't know how comfortable it is.

The food at the guesthouse is much better than what we have on the farm. I ate too much tonight."

Yao Xuefeng touched his belly and said with a satisfied look on his face.

"Director Sun, Doctor Yang, how is the old leader's health now?"

Yao Xuefeng is also a retired soldier. Although he is not in the same unit as Sun Zhenhua, he is also very concerned about the health of his old leader.

"Dr. Yang came in and cured the disease. Probably the best decision I've made in my life was getting to know Dr. Yang last year in order to treat everyone."

Sun Zhenhua looked at Yang Baiyi, his eyes full of gratitude and emotion.

"Director Sun, please don't say that. If you hadn't found me, I wouldn't have been able to see my grandparents. This is a win-win situation for both of us."

Sometimes fate is so wonderful. Sun Zhenhua's compassion directly saved the old leader's life and allowed Yang Baiyi's relatives to recognize each other.

The three of them sat in the room for a while, chatting about everything under the sun, and after drinking a pot of tea, Yang Baiyi went back to his room to rest.

The next day, Yang Baiyi and Sun Zhenhua went to the old leader's home again, and Yao Xuefeng was still waiting in the guesthouse.

"Doctor Yang, you're here. The chief and Mother Song have been waiting for you since early morning."

Huang Xishan was not in the house today, but was waiting for Yang Baiyi's arrival at the gate early in the morning.

Yesterday, he was the first to greet Sun Zhenhua, but today Sun Zhenhua's status has dropped directly.

"Director Huang, please don't discriminate!"

Seeing that he was being ignored, Sun Zhenhua couldn't help but tease Huang Xishan.

"Doctor Yang is a great benefactor to our military region. You can't compare to him."

The old leader's health improved, and the usually serious Huang Xishan also felt like joking.

The three of them walked into the house chatting and laughing, and saw the old leader and his wife sitting in the living room.

The old leader was looking at the latest documents, while Song Juxiang was quietly reading the newspaper beside him.

"Doctor Yang is here, come and sit down."

Song Juxiang took off her glasses and put down the newspaper in her hand.

"Old Chief, how was your rest yesterday?"

Sun Zhenhua greeted.

"Very well, I slept till dawn."

The old leader had a loud voice and looked particularly good.

"Old Chief, I will give you another acupuncture treatment today. After this treatment, your body will basically be back to the state before you got sick."

At Song Juxiang's invitation, Yang Baiyi sat on the sofa and placed the medical box at his feet.

"Okay, okay! Before yesterday, if someone had told me I could recover to the physical condition I was in a few years ago, I wouldn't have believed it.

Today I will write a letter to the organization, suggesting that they re-evaluate Traditional Chinese Medicine. Traditional Chinese Medicine is our national quintessence, a treasure passed down for thousands of years, and its inheritance cannot be interrupted.

His own personal experience made the old leader respect traditional Chinese medicine and feel unfair about its current difficult situation.

"Old Chief, please don't do this, or you will get into trouble.

The current situation of traditional Chinese medicine did not arise in a day or two, and the prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine cannot be eliminated in a day or two.

Next time you go to Beijing for a meeting, people will naturally ask you what happened. Sometimes, personal experience speaks louder than words.

Yang Baiyi is not a very noble person, nor is he willing to sacrifice himself or others for a thing. Naturally, he does not want to put the old leader in danger in order to save Chinese medicine.

"What Doctor Yang said is true. Old He, you are so old, yet you still act so impulsively and have such simple ideas.

Now the country is cracking down on traditional Chinese medicine and promoting Western medicine. Regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, policy is policy.

You may not agree, but you must obey.”

Since there were no outsiders around today, Song Juxiang spoke more casually.

"Old woman, what are you talking about? Traditional Chinese medicine saved my life, shouldn't I say a few words on its behalf?

I'm already this age, what kind of storms haven't I seen? "

The old chief said somewhat unconvinced.

"Old Chief, let's not talk about politics. The decision-makers naturally have their own reasons. Let me give you acupuncture first."

There are many injustices in this era, but Yang Baiyi is not arrogant enough to fight against the entire era.

Yang Baiyi's pursuit is to stay in Chenjiatun for a few years, smoothly get through these turbulent years, and then make more money and live a good life when the policies improve.

With yesterday's treatment, Sun Zhenhua and Huang Xishan rolled up the old leader's sleeves with ease. Yang Baiyi used silver needles as a medium and wood energy to nourish the old leader's internal organs.

"Doctor Yang, your acupuncture is truly amazing. I've never felt so relaxed before. If I were to go to the battlefield now, I could even fight the devils with bayonets."

The old leader waved his arms to prove that he was not lying.

At the invitation of the old leader and his wife, Yang Baiyi and Sun Zhenhua had lunch at the old leader's house, and of course they couldn't help but drink some wine.

Today, Song Juxiang relaxed the policy and the three of them drank two bottles of Moutai.

After eating and drinking, Yang Baiyi said goodbye and agreed to come back a month later to give acupuncture to the old leader.

In the afternoon, they checked out of the room at the guesthouse, and the three of them left the military compound in a low-key manner and returned to the Red Star Farm.