"Director Li"
Li Chu, carrying her child, had just passed a house when a voice called out to her.
He stopped and looked over, somewhat puzzled.
"Director Mu, what are you doing here?"
The person who called out to him was Mu Hongjun, the eldest son of Old Mu.
"The old man is planning to stay for a few days, and I just happened to have some time today to help him tidy up. It's been a long time, Director Li."
"Director Mu is very busy with work. Several times when I went to check on Mr. Mu, Comrade Zhang Qunying took care of him at home."
Upon hearing this, Mu Hongjun paused slightly, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Li, for taking care of my father these past two years."
"You're welcome, it's just part of my job. Director Mu, you're busy, I'll head over now."
The little stinky baby in my arms was a bit reluctant to stay still. He raised his arm, pointed ahead, and made two "ah ah" sounds, indicating that we should move.
Mu Hongjun glanced at the child in Li Chu's arms, smiled and nodded, saying, "Please let me know when Director Li goes for his follow-up appointment, so we can have a drink together."
"good!"
As the figure carrying the child walked away, Mu Hongjun sighed slightly and was about to turn back when a beautiful figure walked out of the door.
"Dad, who was that young man just now? Why were you calling him 'brother'?"
young people?
Mu Hongjun was stunned for a moment before realizing who his youngest daughter was talking about. He shook his head with amusement and said, "Yaoyao, you really dare to say that, even though you're young."
"Huh? Did I say something wrong?"
"Did you see the child he was holding?"
"I saw it."
"That's his grandson."
"Dad, are you kidding me?" Mu Yao said in disbelief, "He looks to be only in his thirties at most, and he shouldn't have a big sister yet."
"Thirty years old? You're not wrong, he does look quite young, but we've known each other since before Liberation."
After saying that, Mu Hongjun walked into the house, leaving his youngest daughter standing there in a daze.
Mu Yao looked up at the figure that had already walked away, and the face she had seen from behind the door just now floated into her mind again.
"You knew each other before liberation? You must have been in your forties then. Do people still get married this young in China now?"
She only realized her father had gone inside after she finished muttering, and she ran after him into the yard.
"Dad, are people still getting married this early in China?"
"If I remember correctly, he's over fifty. Do you think it's too early to get married?"
Mu Hongjun patted the mattress hanging on the clothesline twice.
Didn't you hear what we said earlier?
"No, I heard you say you wanted to have a drink with him when I came over."
"He's the traditional Chinese medicine doctor who cured your grandfather."
"It's him?" Mu Yao stared wide-eyed at her father and hurriedly said, "Dad, could you introduce us?"
"What are you going to do?" Mu Hongjun turned his head and asked his youngest daughter with some confusion.
"Of course, we should discuss Grandpa's condition with him."
"I remember you studied Western medicine abroad, right? What were you discussing with the traditional Chinese medicine doctor?"
“Dad, Parkinson’s! Grandpa has Parkinson’s. There’s no cure for this disease abroad. Several professors at the medical school I studied at have been researching this disease for over 20 years, but there hasn’t been much of a breakthrough.”
"So what? Your grandfather's illness wasn't cured either. He said back then that there was no way to completely cure this disease."
“Dad, although Grandpa still has to take medicine every day, he’s much better than before. He’s almost like a normal person now. Western medicine simply couldn’t achieve this effect. If those professors knew about this, they would definitely fly over immediately.”
"So what? What do you want to do with him?"
"Find a few more patients, accumulate a certain number of cases, and then write a paper and publish it. It will definitely cause a sensation in the entire medical community."
After hearing his youngest daughter's words, Mu Hongjun looked at her with a strange expression.
"Yaoyao, have you gone to school for a few years and made yourself stupid?"
"Huh? Dad, what do you mean?" Mu Yao stared blankly at her father, somewhat confused by his words.
"He is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. Do you understand what traditional Chinese medicine means?"
"Of course I understand, it's our country's traditional medical practice."
"So why should we make our country's traditional medical practices public?"
“Dad, your thinking is a bit narrow-minded. This is something that benefits all mankind! How many patients can he save by himself? Once more doctors master this treatment method, won't they be able to cure even more patients?”
"Yes, you're right!" Mu Hongjun nodded with a smile.
"Right, Dad? You think I'm right too, don't you?"
"What you said is true, but what business is it of ours if foreigners get sick?"
"Well……"
Mu Hongjun's words left his youngest daughter speechless for a moment. After a while, she said, "Dad, but medical technology has no borders. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine passed down from our ancestors or Western medicine developed in Europe and America, isn't their purpose to solve human suffering?"
Mu Hongjun sighed and walked to a small stool to sit down. He then pointed to another stool, indicating that his daughter should sit down as well.
“Yaoyao, I understand all the reasons you’re giving, but I just want to ask you, does the person who has mastered this technology have a nationality? Let’s not talk about these big principles.”
Mu Hongjun waved his hand and continued, "Just take that paper you mentioned earlier. As far as I know, it's not easy to master traditional Chinese medicine. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the only one who could cure your grandfather's illness."
I don't deny that there may be many skilled doctors, but they are extremely rare. So what makes you think you can learn it just by reading a paper?
Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) is different from Western medicine. Western medicine is taught within a single module, with standardized operating procedures that you can learn step by step. But TCM is different; experience plays a much larger role. Otherwise, with so many TCM schools across the country, why haven't they produced many truly skilled TCM doctors?
Looking at his silent youngest daughter, Mu Hongjun reached out and gently patted her shoulder.
"Don't overthink it. Getting to know him is actually quite simple. Your grandfather should have a follow-up appointment next week, and he will definitely be coming over. You can just wait at home and you'll see him. However, I advise you to give up on the idea of publishing papers. His medical skills are not just his own."
Mu Yao looked at her father with some confusion, not understanding the last sentence he said.
Mu Hongjun nodded slightly: "He is not just a doctor, but also a soldier, a rank-holding military doctor. You don't need to know too much, just know that he has to report to his superiors no matter what he does."
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