Yao Tongjia was completely unaware that she had caused turmoil in the army. At this moment, she was discussing He Jiale's condition with Teacher Xue, whose hands were not suitable for acupuncture.
His pulse diagnosis wasn't as accurate as before, but he was still better than the average traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
He carefully took He Jiale's pulse and came to the same conclusion as Yao Tongjia. He praised her, "You are quick-witted and have a good memory. You are a promising student of traditional Chinese medicine!"
Teacher Xue was somewhat pleased, feeling that he had done right by his ancestors, as the apprentice he had casually recruited turned out to be a genius in learning traditional Chinese medicine.
Yao Tongjia said nonchalantly, "Master, could you take my pulse? My family has already done it for me, so could you practice on me too?"
Seeing Yao Tongjia's coquettish manner, Teacher Xue was reminded of his own daughter who had died from a high fever, and his heart softened: "Okay, you can have her then!"
Yao Tongjia felt the pulse and her heart sank: "This is the sign of someone who is nearing the end of their life. The key is that the patient is depressed. If he doesn't let go of his worries, it will be difficult for him to recover!"
"Master, why are you in such a hurry to pass on all your ancestors' knowledge to me? Is it because you have lost the will to live?"
Teacher Xue felt a pang of pain in her heart, thinking that this girl wouldn't be able to get it out, but she didn't expect to hit the bullseye right away!
He smiled bitterly: "Because of me, my wife and my daughter are dead, dead in the village where I was sent down to. How can I have the face to continue living?"
"As a doctor, how can I face my wife and daughter to die from high fever? If I had no heirs, I would have followed them in death long ago!"
"But Master, your wife and your daughter have passed away from illness. They would rather you continue to live, to live in their place!"
"I didn't get to see them one last time. When I came back from work, the mother and daughter had already passed away. I should have gone with them!"
After Teacher Xue finished speaking, she started to cry louder and louder, attracting everyone's attention. Yao Yanxin came over with a spatula, about to ask a question, when Xiao Gengwu pulled her aside!
Xiao Gengwu was very perceptive; what Teacher Xue needed was a good, cathartic cry. He didn't need comforting words or anything from others.
Everyone understands the principle, but when it happens to you, if you can't get over it, you'll only torture yourself!
Teacher Xue cried for half an hour, then staggered to his feet and was about to leave when Xiao Gengwu gave him a lunchbox, accompanied him downstairs to get his car, and saw him off!
Without saying a word, Teacher Xue patted him on the shoulder gratefully, turned around, and rode away on her bicycle!
No one spoke during the family meal; even He Jiale was listless. After dinner, Xiao Gengwu continued reading a book, while Yao Tongjia studied the medical records.
Seeing that He Jiale was sullen, Yao Tongxu picked up He Jiale's new recorder and started studying its recording function. Even Yao Yanxin was reading a book.
Suddenly, there was a kicking sound at the door. He Jiale jumped up and shouted, "Which bastard is kicking my door?"
He was pampered growing up, so he couldn't stand being treated like this. He ran downstairs as fast as he could. Yao Tongjia and the others were worried about him going alone, so they all ran downstairs after him.
Yao Tongxu was so anxious that he forgot to put down the tape recorder and rushed downstairs!
As soon as He Jiale opened the door, an old man rushed in: "Why don't you just die? How are you still alive? If you die, my A Yong can live. The master was right after all!"
He Jiale was stunned. The person who came in was his uncle. Although he didn't have many opportunities to meet him, he still remembered that the person in front of him was his uncle.
He was somewhat stunned: "Uncle, what did you say?"
"What did you say? What did you tell your dad? My son, Yong, has been arrested. I've already been notified that he's committed treason and will be sentenced to death!"
Uncle He's words made He Jiale's mind buzz. All he heard was that his cousin had committed treason and was going to be sentenced to death!
How could this be? How could this be? That's my cousin who I grew up with. He didn't tell my sister or father anything. How could he be sentenced to death?
Seeing that He Jiale was completely unprepared, Uncle He secretly raised the brick he was carrying on his back and was about to smash it over. After all, that master had said...
Only one of He Jiayong and He Jiale can live. If He Jiale dies, He Jiayong can live and continue to be the battalion commander, thus securing his monthly pension of 20 yuan.
That way, the children born later will have money to go to school, money to get married, and money to raise their children! Uncle He couldn't see anyone else; all he wanted to do was smash a brick on He Jiale's head.
Yao Tongxu ran fast and quickly dropped the tape recorder to grab the brick, but how could someone who had never done manual labor compare to an old man who had worked year-round?
Not only did he fail to snatch the brick, but he was also forced to the ground. At that moment, Uncle He had only one goal: to smash the brick hard on He Jiale's head.
Anyone who tries to stop him will die. He raised a brick to smash Yao Tongxu's head, but his hand just wouldn't come down. It turned out that Yao Tongjia had arrived and snatched the brick away, throwing it on the ground.
Xiao Gengwu immediately removed the bricks from the ground and hid them. Without weapons, the turmoil finally ended. Uncle He sat on the ground and wailed loudly.
"You've stolen over a decade of good life from my son, A-Yong, so why don't you just die? If you die, A-Yong can inherit everything your father has!"
"Everything your father worked so hard for will be enjoyed by my descendants. Your sister is a money-losing brat, why should she be a diplomat? You were a premature baby born at eight months, shouldn't you have died? How did you survive?"
“I had someone choose an auspicious date and told Ah Yong to sprinkle water in your yard so that you and your child would die. But why are you still alive and well?”
“But my son, Yong, is going to die! It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this!” Uncle He seemed to have gone mad, muttering incessantly about their private plans.
Yao Tongxu stood up and picked up the tape recorder that had been lying to the side. He was heartbroken and regretted not taking it down. But when he looked at it, he laughed and realized that he had actually pressed the record button.
That old man is really vicious. He recorded everything he said. That way, He Jiale's father will know his brother's true colors.
The matter was eventually handled by the police. Mr. He did not come; he was not in the country. Instead, one of his secretaries came to handle the situation.
He represented Mr. He throughout the entire process, demanding that Uncle He be severely punished. When Uncle He heard that he was going to be imprisoned, he jumped up again and said, "I am the brother of your leader. Your leader listens to me, so you need to listen to me too!"
"You should lock these people up, why are you locking me up?"
Yao Tongxu sighed, "It's terrifying to be uneducated! If you don't even know the law, what else can you talk about!"
He Jiale pulled his secretary aside and asked, "Brother Lin, what's going on with my brother Yong?"
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