"Lao Peng, I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm just conveying the message. You need to make your own choice."
When Mr. Zeng said this, his expression looked a little reluctant.
He actually rejected this proposal at first. Old Peng was in poor health to begin with, and the cold weather in Baiyun Village over the years had a greater impact on his health.
But he also knows Lao Peng best, and they both have the same ambitions.
Mr. Zeng didn't dare to look at Mr. Peng's expression. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Please think about this for a few days and then reply to me. I will contact you to bring back the researchers' physical examination indicators. Let's go back to Beijing first, and then pack up and set off."
Mr. Peng didn’t know how long Mr. Zeng had been gone. He sat silently at the table, looking at the medical records he had written.
When he rolled up his sleeves slightly, he could see the old wounds from being beaten, and the marks left behind had not yet disappeared.
Thinking about the voices that questioned him at that time, the physical injuries were nothing, it was more about the heart.
At one point he wanted to give up, thinking that he was old anyway, so he might as well just let it go. The worst that could happen was that he would just close his eyes.
But he dared not forget even for a single day what his ancestors had passed down to him.
Even when he was sent here for education, when he encountered those who deliberately caused trouble, Mr. Peng would obey on the surface, but secretly he would organize and write down everything he had learned in his life.
He was very afraid that one day when he really got old and sick, these things would be lost and replaced by Western medicine.
Facts have proved that the things left by our ancestors are irreplaceable even after thousands of years.
Old Peng looked at the first aid pills that he and Ji Qingzhou had made these days. Those small porcelain bottles were the result of his persistence as an old man.
"Forget it. If my old bones can restore the reputation of Traditional Chinese Medicine, even if I die on the front lines, it will be worth it."
At least after his death, his name will be remembered by future generations along with traditional Chinese medicine.
After Mr. Peng made up his mind, he called Ji Qingzhou in.
Ji Qingzhou just packed the last of the first aid pills into a porcelain bottle.
She dusted off the powder on her body: "Master, what's the matter?"
As soon as he raised his eyes, Ji Qingzhou met his master's serious gaze.
"Qingzhou, I want to follow Lao Zeng back to the capital temporarily. Do you want to come with me?"
Return to the capital?
Ji Qingzhou was stunned. This obviously didn't happen in his previous life. His master had been in Baiyun Village all his life.
Is it because of the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth?
Without waiting for Ji Qingzhou to answer, Old Peng continued, "I believe you have heard from Xie Yanbei that the border war is urgent, and Old Zeng came to tell me to go back."
Ji Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat. She had already guessed what would come next.
Elder Peng looked at Ji Qingzhou lovingly: "This mission is dangerous. You are not a military doctor, nor a member of the army. There is no need to force yourself to take on this responsibility..."
Before the old man could finish his words, Ji Qingzhou interrupted him and said, "Master, I want to go. I'll go with you."
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