Mr. Wu suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."
This is understandable. Human nature is like this. There is nothing you can do about it.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened.
Old man Zhang continued, "I know that Miss Yun is a good doctor, so I thought, could I ask her to see my second son and his wife to find out what's wrong and why they can't get pregnant?"
Old Wu nodded and said, "I'll have to take a look. I'll tell Yun later."
Song Yun was washing cherries in the back, and she could hear the conversation in the main room clearly.
When she returned to the main room with the cherries, Old Wu, who was always outspoken, immediately told her about the situation of Old Zhang's second son without hiding anything.
Old man Zhang was a little embarrassed. "Girl Yun, if you find this difficult, just pretend we never asked. If it's possible, I'll have them come to your house tomorrow to look for you."
Song Yun placed the cherries on the tea table between the two elders and said with a smile, "It's not difficult. It's just a pulse diagnosis. Just ask them to pick me up at my house tomorrow. No. 8 Zhengde Street."
Old Zhang was so happy, "Okay, okay, no matter what the outcome is, I, Old Zhang, will remember your kindness."
Song Yun waved her hand, "No need to remember, really, it's just a piece of cake."
After talking about Old Zhang, Old Wu started talking about his own business, "Yun girl, do you still have those stomach-strengthening pills?"
Song Yun nodded, "Yes, have you finished the ones I gave you earlier?"
Elder Wu shook his head. "No, there's still quite a bit left from the bottle you gave me. It's an old comrade. I heard he's been sick lately and can't eat. So I thought I'd get him a bottle of stomach-strengthening pills from you. Maybe it'll be effective."
Song Yun frowned. "Don't take stomach-strengthening pills carelessly. I gave you the stomach-strengthening pills after checking your pulse and confirming your condition. Not all cases of loss of appetite are suitable for stomach-strengthening pills. It depends on your individual situation."
Mr. Wu asked hurriedly, "Would it be convenient for you to go and see him? He lives on Chongming Street, not far from here. If it's convenient for you, I'll take you there right now."
Song Yun raised her wrist to check the time, then nodded, "Okay, let's go check it out now."
Old Wu immediately got up and packed up, and Old Zhang also clamored to go with him, so the two old men led Song Yun out of the rest home and headed for Chongming Street.
Chongming Street is full of old houses. They are not as big as the courtyard houses, but they are not small either. They are much larger than the courtyard that Song Yun bought for the old man. At a glance, there are at least eight or nine rooms in this courtyard. They have obviously been renovated, but they still exude an ancient atmosphere everywhere. It has a history of at least one or two thousand years.
The person who opened the door for them was a middle-aged woman, dressed simply in an apron, her hands dripping with water. Seeing Mr. Wu, she quickly put on a smile and said, "You're here." But she stood at the doorway, making no move to move aside. She continued, "The old man is ill and is sleeping right now. Why don't you come back another day?"
Old Wu didn't like the woman in front of him. He heard that she was Lao Fu's niece. She came here to visit relatives and then stayed at Lao Fu's house. She was the kind of person who couldn't be driven away no matter how hard you tried. She was so shameless. Not only did she stay, but she also brought her husband and children over a while ago. Lao Fu was very angry, but he couldn't do anything about them.
Old Wu looked at the woman in front of him with a cold brow and said, "I know Mr. Fu is sick. Bring him a doctor. Get out of the way."
The woman hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Mr. Wu had a cold face and was about to get angry, she had to move aside.
After entering the yard, Mr. Wu ignored the woman and took Song Yun and Zhang Laoqi to Mr. Wu's room.
Before I even got close to the room, I could hear Lao Fu coughing from a distance. The cough was so loud, one after another, that I could tell he was seriously ill just by listening to the cough.
When Mr. Wu pushed the door open and walked in, he saw Mr. Fu lying on the edge of the bed coughing, with a spittoon on his foot.
Seeing that the old man couldn't stop coughing, Song Yun hurried forward and pushed a few acupoints on the old man's back with her hands. Only then did the old man's cough stop.
The old man took a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then raised his head.
When Song Yun saw the old man's face, she felt a little familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.
But she was sure that she had never seen this old man.
The only possibility is that he has seen someone who looks very similar to the old man.
Who?
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