Chapter 161 Chapter 161
Unable to resist Ye Qing and Gu Weidong's enthusiasm, Zhao Zhiqiang was dragged to Qianmenwai Street.
Since they were going to treat each other, they couldn't just go to an ordinary restaurant for dinner. Ye Qing was also aware of the help Zhao Zhiqiang had given her. If it hadn't been for what happened today, even if she had angrily rebuked the deputy director and refused to rent out the house, when she returned to Kaoshantun, if someone with the red-eye disease secretly damaged her courtyard wall or the structure of the house, or even burned it, she would have no way to deal with it, and she wouldn't even know how to start the investigation. She would probably have to swallow this loss silently.
Ye Qing didn't want to waste the mansion she had bought with a centuries-old ginseng. She was thinking of waiting for the policy to be relaxed in ten or eight years, then renovating the house and using it as her holiday home. In the future, when she had free time and visited Jicheng, she could stay here for ten days or eight days. If this old courtyard house worth hundreds of millions in the future was destroyed, Ye Qing would cry her heart out.
But now it is different.
Zhao Zhiqiang helped her suppress the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee who used power to suppress others, and then led her to Uncle Cui's house to recognize him. With the support of this black and white group, who would want to attack her house again? Regardless of your idea, you have to weigh the consequences of offending these two people.
Now Ye Qing didn't have to worry about anything. As long as the title deed was in her hands, no one could take the house away.
Keeping Zhao Zhiqiang's help in mind, Ye Qing planned to send some local specialties from the countryside to the director of the Revolutionary Committee after returning to Kaoshantun, such as monkey wine, wild honey, and her homemade fruit wine and maltose. These were definitely good things that could not be bought in Jicheng.
In addition to thanking Zhao Zhiqiang, Ye Qing also did not forget the situation of Mr. Cui. She could not help but ask Zhao Zhiqiang:
"That Mr. Cui, his health doesn't seem to be very good? Do you know his specific condition?"
Zhao Zhiqiang actually didn't know much. After all, the job that old man held was rather special, and many related files were classified as confidential, which could not be accessed without the highest authority of the central government. Street offices like theirs could only roughly know what this person did back then, but they didn't know the specific related information.
"Anyway, the instructions from the higher-ups are to let the old man rest. The whole backyard belongs to the old man, and usually no one is allowed to disturb him. A special medical team will come to his house every few months, and there are special guards to run errands for him if he wants to eat something. Our Revolutionary Committee reports to the higher-ups every month on the old man's daily life, and we are not allowed to ask about other matters."
"My legs and feet are not very flexible. I think my left foot was severely injured in the past and is disabled. I have cut several fingers. Anyway, my health is not very good. Every spring and summer when it rains a lot, I have to be sent to a nursing home for treatment from time to time. This year, I think it will be the same soon."
Zhao Zhiqiang didn't say much, and the information he provided was rather vague, and they were all things that Ye Qing could see with the naked eye.
Knowing that this old man had a special identity, Ye Qing did not ask for more details. However, she originally wanted to treat Zhao Zhiqiang to a meal and then leave. After hesitating for a while, she packed up a roast duck and returned to Zhima Hutong.
This time, she and Gu Weidong did not let Zhao Zhiqiang lead the way, and went straight into the innermost part of the alley.
As soon as I entered the yard, it was quiet and there was no sound at all.
Ye Qing was just wondering whether to call for help, but the mynah bird hanging under the eaves jumped up and down as soon as it saw the two of them enter the yard, shouting at the top of its lungs:
"Who are you? Who are you? I am your grandpa, I am your grandpa! Call me grandpa, you grandson, call me grandpa now!"
Ye Qing and Gu Weidong: ...
Being taken advantage of by a starling was something that the two of them had never expected.
The corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily, and they ignored the bird chattering in the cage. They walked to the main room and were about to knock on the door.
As soon as I raised my hand, someone in the room shouted, "Come in, the door is not closed."
Ye Qing quickly picked up the still hot roast duck and went in. When he pushed the door open, he saw Mr. Cui sitting in the inner room. There was charcoal burning in the room. The old man stretched his legs and hands beside the charcoal basin. He looked up while roasting the fire. When he saw Ye Qing, he was stunned for a moment and asked:
"Is there anything else you haven't explained?"
Ye Qing shook his head and raised the oil paper bag in his hand: "No, I just went to eat roast duck, and I thought you might not have eaten yet, so I brought one for you to try."
As he spoke, Ye Qing looked at the charcoal brazier in front of Uncle Cui.
It was already May by then, and the temperature in Jicheng was over 10 to 20 degrees Celsius at the turn of spring and summer. It was cool and comfortable outside in broad daylight, but the old man was hiding in the house, warming himself by the fire. The charcoal fire was burning very vigorously, and Ye Qing could feel the heat wave hitting his face even when he was standing in the outer room. After a while, beads of sweat began to form on his face. However, the old man seemed not to feel the heat even though he was sitting so close to the charcoal basin. His face was pale and his hands were even shaking slightly. He looked very afraid of the cold.
Ye Qing couldn't help but shudder at heart and glanced at Gu Weidong.
Gu Weidong reached out his hand and took the oil paper bag from Ye Qing. He looked outside and pointed to the kitchen over there:
"I'll go get the dishes."
Ye Qing quietly came to the old man and asked softly:
"How long have you been like this?"
Old Master Cui didn't say anything, but fortunately Ye Qing didn't need him to answer. After carefully moving the charcoal basin away, he directly reached out and placed his hand on the old man's pulse.
After this exploration, Ye Qing couldn't help but be stunned again.
The old man's physical condition is really worrying. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as full of sores. His body is covered with old injuries and hidden diseases, and his metabolic, nervous, and circulatory systems are all at the end of their strength. The fact that he can still sit here so well is purely due to his own perseverance and endurance. I don't know how much pain and torture he has endured behind the scenes.
Ye Qing raised his head and looked at Old Master Cui. The old man's expression was not as harsh as before. He looked at Ye Qing with the same gentle eyes as if he was looking at his granddaughter or descendant. After meeting Ye Qing's gaze, the old man's mouth curled up into a frank and relieved smile:
"Comrade Xiaoye not only knows how to raise pigs, but he can also treat illnesses? Did you figure out anything?"
Ye Qing smiled and said, "Your pulse is strong and powerful. You will live a long life. Good fortunes are yet to come."
The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard Ye Qing talking nonsense in such a serious manner.
As a result, just as he laughed heartily, several flying needles in Ye Qing's hand shot rapidly towards several acupuncture points on his head.
The old man, who was originally still smiling, lost all smiles in the next second, and was replaced by an unbearable look of pain. Soon, the old man's face became grim, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously. Not long after, cold sweat began to seep out of his body, and as the sweat came out, waves of sticky and fishy smells came to his face.
At this time, Gu Weidong came in with a bowl and chopsticks. He didn't show any strange expression after seeing this situation. He had guessed that Ye Qing must have returned to Zhima Hutong for this matter, so after putting down the things in his hands, he quickly walked over:
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Ye Qing nodded: "Go and boil a pot of hot water. I may need you to help the old man clean it later."
"I am now helping him with his detoxification and metabolism, forcing out some of the toxins in his body, so that his nervous system and circulatory system can function normally, and his paralyzed nerves can feel the alternation of hot and cold, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy."
"Otherwise, the roast duck we brought back would be wasted."
After piercing the acupuncture points on the top of the head, he moved on to the body, from the chest and back to the waist and abdomen, then to the limbs and finally to the soles of the feet. The whole process lasted for nearly an hour. This was probably the longest time Ye Qing had spent on acupuncture treatment in the past year. The main reason was that the old man's physical condition was really not ideal and he was almost at the point of exhaustion.
Moreover, Ye Qing did not dare to give too much healing power at once, for fear that Mr. Cui's body was as fragile as cardboard and could not withstand too much power stimulation, and he would die if he was not careful.
After much effort, most of the toxins accumulated in his body were forced out. The old man looked as if he had been pulled out of the water. Ye Qing himself was not in much better condition, his back was soaked with sweat.
But the effect was obvious. Mr. Cui widened his eyes and stared at his hands and feet in disbelief.
In just a short while, his cheeks had been roasted red by the charcoal brazier in the room, and his hands and feet also felt a strong scalding heat. This long-lost warm touch made him burst into tears in an instant, and he looked towards Ye Qing in surprise and astonishment.
"How is it? I told you that you have the appearance of a long life, do you believe me now?"
Mr. Cui opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.
"You have been through a lot of hardships. You must have suffered a lot from all these poisons and injuries. How about it? Did the needles I gave you just now hurt you?"
Ye Qing put the silver needle back, but her expression was not as relaxed as her words.
He didn't expect Ye Qing to be able to see what was wrong with him. Old man Cui froze for a moment, raised his right hand and stared at Ye Qing. After several seconds, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"Can you really cure my condition?"
Ye Qing shrugged, "That depends on how you want to live. If you just want to hang on for a while and want to live a miserable life, then I can really guarantee that you will live a hundred years. But if you want to live the rest of your life to the fullest, then I dare not guarantee that you can live past eighty. How long you can live depends on your desire to survive and your willpower, and whether you are willing to cooperate with my treatment. After all, the few simple injections I just gave you will definitely not save your life. The short-term treatment has limited effect. If you want to live, it is estimated that you will not be able to stay in Jicheng. You have to go back to Changbai Mountain with me to live permanently."
The old man no longer had any doubts about Ye Qing's medical skills.
No one knows his physical condition better than himself. Due to the influence of residual toxins in his body, his five senses have been completely paralyzed over the years. His sense of smell and taste have long been completely lost, and his hearing and vision are rapidly declining. There are also extensive problems with his tactile nerves. He can't feel pain, cold or heat in his limbs and back. He has been in a state of dying over the years. Even if he goes to a nursing home for conditioning every year, he can't stop the speed of his body's deterioration. He can even feel that his own life is gradually coming to an end.
But just now, the little girl in front of him used a few silver needles in her hand to make his body briefly feel pain and heat. At this moment, the charcoal brazier one step away from him was burning with flames. He clearly felt that the heat wave was burning his waist and legs. That familiar scalding feeling was definitely not his illusion.
It was just like a dead tree that had been dry and withered for many years suddenly coming back to life in spring. Old Man Cui felt as if vitality had been forcefully injected into his entire body, and his whole spirit and energy were completely different.
Looking at the thick layer of dirt seeping out of the pores on his body, no one understood better than Old Man Cui what Ye Qing's needles meant.
Thinking of those old guys who were in a worse situation than he was, his eyes instantly turned red.
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