Grandpa Qi held Qi Mo Nan's hand and said seriously: "Mo Nan, Grandpa has lived a good life here. Even if I can't go back in the future, it's still good to live here forever. Please don't risk your life for me anymore, okay?"
Qi Mo Nan chuckled, "You old man, you have a nice dream. I won't risk my life for you. What are you thinking about?"
Old Master Qi glanced at him and said, "I'm serious."
Qi Mo Nan, "Okay, okay, I understand."
When Mr. Qi saw him like this, he knew that he didn't take his words to heart. He rolled his eyes and snorted, "If you have any accidents again, your beautiful wife will belong to someone else."
Qi Mo'nan's heart sank. His grandfather was stabbing him in the heart with a knife.
"I know, I will be careful." Qi Mo Nan promised.
As the captain of the special forces, it is impossible for him not to go on dangerous missions, and it is also impossible for him not to charge forward.
The wife belongs to someone else? That's absolutely impossible.
After a while, Ji Yuanhui and Si Fengnian had already walked around the Song family compound. They thought the conditions here would be very difficult, like living in a straw hut.
Who would have thought the conditions were so good? A spacious and bright house, a clean and tidy kang, a large courtyard at the back, and green mountains and clear waters not far away. It was comfortable everywhere.
Especially since the two of them had never slept on such a big kang, they were quite looking forward to it.
Ziyi told them that this kang bed is very comfortable to sleep on in winter. It is freezing outside, but it is very warm inside the house. You don’t even need to wear cotton clothes. You can sweat while sleeping on the kang.
The two were very curious and said, "Why don't we come back in winter? I don't think there are such kang beds in Sichuan Province."
Ziyi said, "You don't need it there. Although it's cold in the winter, you can just cover yourself with a thicker blanket. It won't be as cold as in the north where it lasts for so long."
Ji Yuanhui looked at the nearby mountains and forests and asked, "Are there many herbs in the mountains here?"
Ziyi nodded. "A lot. My sister used to be a foot doctor here, treating the villagers. The medicine she used was all found in the mountains."
Ji Yuanhui opened his eyes wide, "Being a doctor here, not only do I not get paid, but I also have to prepare my own medicine?"
Ziyi smiled and said, "We didn't have a salary, but we had a paycheck. It was almost like a salary. At the end of the year, we had to exchange our paycheck for food. The villagers' medicine wasn't completely free either; we had to exchange it for something. At that time, our cellar couldn't hold all the sweet potatoes, beans, and vegetables; we couldn't eat them all."
When Ji Yuanhui heard this, he found it quite interesting.
Ziyi added, "The villagers here don't have much money year-round, and they can't afford to spend extra on medical treatment. Foot doctors are designed to meet the medical needs of these people. They can treat illnesses without spending too much money, and they're convenient."
Ji Yuanhui came over clearly. "That's how it should be. Unlike some places abroad, where the lower-class people can't afford medical treatment, they can only endure or wait to die. There are no such things as foot-dead doctors. They can't even see a doctor."
Si Fengnian continued, "It also depends on the foot doctor's condition. That's just luck."
If the people in Qinghe Village heard what Si Fengnian said, they would really nod their heads frantically.
After Song Yun left, the people of Qinghe Village became more aware of the importance of having a skilled foot doctor in a village.
There was also a foot doctor in Shangyang Village, about seven or eight miles away from them. Some people in their village went there to seek medical treatment and tried many things, but the disease was not cured. Finally, they went to the health center to get treatment.
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