Looking at this nearly ninety-year-old man, through the old man's still clear eyes, Li Chu seemed to see the spirited political director of yesteryear.
He felt as if he had returned to that era of war and conquest.
"Xiao Chu"
The old man's call startled Li Chu from his deep thoughts.
"If Quan You were still alive, I think he would be ninety years old this year, right?"
"Uncle, you have a good memory. My father is four years older than you. If he were still alive, he would be ninety years old."
"I'm getting old, I can't remember a lot of things anymore." The old man waved his hand and continued, "I can remember Quan You because it was me and that other person who personally draped the national flag over him and Comrade Chen Ya's flag and read the eulogy. I think you're not around yet, are you?"
“If you remember correctly, I was studying with my master at the time, and I happened to be practicing medicine outside. By the time I returned to Beijing, it was already half a month later.”
"You are so outstanding now, and you have raised two children to be equally outstanding. This is enough to comfort their souls in heaven."
At this point, the old man seemed to realize something and repeatedly apologized: "Oh dear, Xiao Chu, look at me, look at me, I really didn't know why I had to bring this up. Let's not talk about this anymore."
People are probably like this when they get old; they like to reminisce about the past all the time.
"It's alright, Uncle. My parents sacrificed themselves for the country. They died a worthy death."
The old man raised his hand and patted Li Chu's arm.
"Old Mu is hospitalized in your area, right? How is his health?"
The old man's quick change of topic caught him completely off guard.
It took me a moment to realize who this old man was.
"Uh... Uncle, Old Mu is being handled by a certain department, and I don't know the specifics. But I vaguely heard that he's preparing for surgery."
The old man looked somewhat incredulous after hearing Li Chu's words.
"Can his body handle it?"
"this……"
Seeing Li Chu's slightly embarrassed expression, the old man suddenly realized what was going on.
"Nonsense!"
With a loud "smack," the old man slammed his hand on the small table in front of him.
The two teacups on the table were shaken off and onto the floor.
This sound attracted everyone's attention, and even the guards in the guardhouse at the entrance ran out.
Seeing this, Li Chu waved to Secretary Zhang, signaling him to clean up the teacups on the floor and the water stains on the table.
"Uncle, what's wrong? Why are you getting angry?"
"You brat, are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?"
"Uh..." Seeing the old man's gloomy face, Li Chu swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Hmph, that was a long time ago. I bet Lao Mu and Lao Chen don't care about it anymore. It must have been done by his staff or his kids."
Upon hearing the old man's words, a strange light flashed in Li Chu's eyes, but he still remained silent.
"Xiao Chu, are you confident about Lao Mu's illness?" the old man suddenly asked.
This left Li Chu somewhat speechless, both amused and exasperated.
"Uncle, I don't even know what illness Elder Mu has, so how dare I say anything that I'm sure about or not?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Wu pondered for a moment before saying, "How about this, you wait here, I'll go make a phone call."
"Uncle, don't be busy!" Li Chu quickly pulled the old man who had already stood up.
"You're not planning to call that leader, are you?"
"Of course we'll call him!"
"Have you forgotten? They're negotiating today. Even if that leader isn't there, he's keeping a close eye on things. He won't be thinking about anything else. You should call again tomorrow, or wait until tonight."
That's right, let's not cause him any more trouble for now.
The old man readily agreed and sat down again.
Li Chu knew that since Uncle Wu had remembered this matter, it seemed that going to treat Old Mu was a sure thing.
Devour
But if he remembered correctly, the surgery was originally supposed to be performed by the person from Guangzhou, the one who later received the medal.
The surgery seemed successful at the time, but Mr. Mu still passed away two years later.
Is it already terminally ill?
"What are you thinking about, Xiao Chu?"
Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, the old man couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I wonder what illness Old Mu has."
"I do know a little about that. They say that Lao Mu often trembles involuntarily, and it seems to have caused some complications, probably in his lungs."
No wonder, isn't that person from Guangzhou a respiratory specialist?
And trembling?
"Uncle, is this what you mean by trembling?" Li Chu said, making a gesture.
"Yes, yes, that's pretty much it. When I saw him a few years ago, he was like that too, his body was shaking even while eating."
Parkinson's?
Li Chu blurted it out involuntarily.
"What what?"
"Oh, I mean if that's the case, then Old Mu must have Parkinson's disease."
"Why is this name so strange?"
"The name was changed later, after the doctor who discovered it; the original name should be Parkinson's disease."
Of course, this is the Western medical terminology; we don't have this disease in traditional Chinese medicine.
"How do you know so much about Western medicine?"
"Uncle, I'm studying Western medicine too, okay? We can learn from others' experiences!" Li Chu rolled his eyes in annoyance. Why did everyone who knew he was reading Western medicine books react this way?
He couldn't understand what was so strange about it.
"Now that you know what the illness is, are you confident?"
"No," Li Chu shook his head firmly. "According to Western medicine, this disease is incurable. It can only be relieved through medication or surgery."
However, traditional Chinese medicine doesn't recognize this disease at all, so without seeing the patient, I have absolutely no confidence.
Even in thirty years, Western medicine will still not have a clear understanding of this disease, let alone now.
If you have to undergo surgery for this illness, then it's purely a matter of leaving it to fate.
"You're quite honest!"
"I can't just lie to you to make you happy, can I?"
"Xiao Chu, I'm a little curious, does Lao Wang often want to hit you?"
"Uncle Wang wouldn't want to hit me!"
"Hmph, just from how infuriating you are, if you were his son, I bet he would have whipped you with a belt by now."
The old man said angrily.
After he finished speaking, he leaned back in the recliner and turned his head to the other side, just like a child.
Well, whether Uncle Wang wanted to slap him or not, Li Chu didn't know.
But it was obvious that the old man was about to slap him.
Suppressing a laugh, Li Chu said, "Since you don't want to talk to me, then I'll start fulfilling my duty. Come on, Uncle, put your hands on the armrests of the chair, and I'll take your pulse."
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