Chapter 361 Extra 10
Master Chang called Xing'er over. He sat while Xing'er stood.
Master Chang showed his wrist, looked at Xing'er calmly and said, "Remember, this is a deadly pulse."
With just one sentence, Xing'er burst into tears.
But the next second, Xing'er wiped away her tears with her sleeves, tried to calm herself down, and endured the trembling fingers.
"As a doctor, you should have seen through life and death. Master is ninety-eight this year. That's enough."
Xing'er's suppressed tears fell again.
Master Chang's voice was serious yet caring.
"Meditation."
"If the doctor's mind is not calm, the pulse will not be accurate."
Xing'er bit her lower lip and tried to exhale.
"Master, I understand."
Xing'er placed her cold fingertips on Master Chang's pulse, and Master Chang began to explain the dead pulse to Xing'er.
Jiang Cheng and the others listened quietly, feeling deeply touched.
Inheritance is never just two simple words.
It is the result of the hard work of several generations and the support of our predecessors that has enabled it to last for so long.
Master Chang spoke in a clear and leisurely voice, and Xing'er tried hard to write down every word.
"Did you remember that?"
"I've got it."
Xing Er nodded, seriously.
Master Chang smiled with satisfaction and said to Xing Er, "Go make a bowl of noodles for the master."
"Why."
Xing'er turned and went out, and Jiang Cheng followed her out.
Outside the house, Xing'er's tears fell drop by drop into the flour. She understood the master's final teachings, and also knew that the master was about to leave.
Perhaps thinking of this, Xing'er speeded up her work, because the chef wanted to eat noodles.
"Let me help you."
Jiang Cheng boiled water and Xing'er cooked noodles.
"I was picked up by my master from the mountains."
"If it weren't for Master, I would be dead long ago."
Jiang Cheng did not interrupt. She knew that Xing'er was just reminiscing about the past, recalling every little detail of her and her master.
While the steam was rising, the noodles were put into the pot.
Xing'er deftly used chopsticks to stir the noodles a few times, counting the time, and then took out the noodles and sprinkled them with chopped green onions and sesame oil.
"My master and I had a hard time for many years. At that time, this bowl of white noodles was our biggest hope."
Xing'er pursed her lips, blinked her eyes, held back her tears, tried hard to put on a smile, and went in with the noodles.
"Master, the noodles are ready!"
"Good, it smells good."
Master Chang was eating noodles and Xing'er was sitting opposite him.
After finishing a bowl of noodles, Master Chang leaned back comfortably in his chair and waved to Xing'er.
Xing'er squatted at Master Chang's feet and held Master Chang's hand.
"Xing'er, you know where everything in the house is. You also know where to bury the master. When you're done, follow Jiang Cheng and the others out."
"If you have the ability, just leave once you get used to it, and don't bother others."
"It is a doctor's responsibility to save lives, but remember that you have the right to refuse. The skills that your master gave you to survive in the world are not constraints."
"Do what you want to do and be happy, and the master will be relieved."
Xing'er responded one by one and agreed. After hearing this, Master Chang closed his eyes contentedly and never opened them again.
Xing'er could no longer hold back her tears.
She threw herself on Master Chang's body and cried loudly.
"master--"
"Master, if you leave, no one will care about me anymore!"
"master---"
Jiang Cheng stood behind Xing'er, and all he could do was to accompany her quietly and let her tears flow.
Saying don't be sad at this time is all bullshit. The person you care about the most, the only person you care about, has passed away. Who can remain indifferent?
After crying for a while, Xing'er gradually calmed down.
She began to deal with Master Chang's funeral arrangements.
Many people from the village came to see him off and help, and Master Chang was buried the next day.
Xing'er refused everyone's company and knelt alone in front of Master Chang's grave for a long time.
When she came down, Jiang Cheng was waiting for her at the foot of the mountain.
When Xing'er saw Jiang Cheng, she said: Thank you.
Jiang Cheng shook his head.
The two walked back quietly. When they reached the front door of their home, Xing Er spoke again, "I won't disturb you for long. I just haven't been out of the mountains before, so I don't know what it's like outside. I will get familiar with it quickly and then leave."
"good."
No mistake, just one song, one post, one content, one look!
Jiang Cheng did not try to persuade her to stay or say polite words, because she knew that Xing'er really did not want to disturb others.
Sure enough, Jiang Cheng's word "good" made Xing'er smile.
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Xing'er, I agree with everything you said, but please keep our relationship as friends and we can still interact with each other, right?"
"Besides, you are a future great doctor, and I want to cling to you."
Xing'er was amused by Jiang Cheng's words.
"How can I be called a great doctor? I am far inferior to my master."
Jiang Cheng encouraged: "A good teacher will produce a good student. The difference won't be too big."
"Your master said you are a good student."
When Xing'er heard the word "Master", she showed nostalgia.
The two of them didn't say anything more and went in together.
Jiang Cheng and his friends rested at Xing'er's house for another night. The next morning, after Xing'er came down from the mountain, they prepared to leave with Xing'er.
Before Master Chang left, he told her not to wait for Xing'er at home to celebrate the seventh day after his death.
Master Chang said that the dead are no more powerful than the living, and asked Xing'er to leave with Jiang Cheng and others.
Xing'er understood her master's concerns, and after another trip to the mountain this morning, she got on the truck with her packed bags.
After a few deep looks, the truck left.
Along the way, Master Guo drove slowly to avoid causing too much bumps in the road for Gao Zhonghua behind him.
Once the car was on the road, it became much smoother and the speed increased slightly.
Xing'er looked at the houses and people outside with a little curiosity.
Jiang Cheng noticed her uneasiness and simply pointed to the house in the distance and started introducing it.
Jiang Cheng, who could fool even foreigners, quickly drew Xing'er's attention.
Along the way, Jiang Cheng spoke intermittently, and Xing'er's anxiety about leaving home gradually subsided.
She looked at Jiang Cheng with admiration.
"You know so much."
"Hmm... it's a lot."
Jiang Cheng admitted it without any burden. Xing Er had never seen such a confident Jiang Cheng before.
She smiled and looked at Jiang Cheng with sparkling eyes. She was beautiful, but her temperament was even more beautiful.
The truck returned all the way to Beijing.
Shen Que immediately sent Gao Zhonghua to the hospital, where Li Chunxiang was already waiting.
In the hospital corridor, Jiang Cheng held Li Chunxiang's hand and comforted her: "It's okay."
"Yeah, yeah, it must be fine. I am very lucky for my husband."
Jiang Cheng heard it and said affirmatively: "You are right."
As they were talking, Jiang Cheng introduced Xing'er to Li Chunxiang.
Li Chunxiang was very grateful, Xing'er nodded shyly, and finally Li Chunxiang was pulled away by Jiang Cheng.
"Be careful, you might scare people."
"Oh? Right, right."
Li Chunxiang was a little confused, but fortunately the doctor who usually examined Gao Zhonghua came out.
"The shrapnel has been removed. All you need to do is recuperate. Gao Zhonghua will be the same as us from now on."
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