"You read Ding Yunwen's book?" Gu Changlin glanced at the "General History of Ancient and Modern Times" and was a little surprised. "In a remote place like Ningguta, it is rare to see Ding Yunwen's book. It's really rare to see it in such a shabby little courtyard like yours."
"Yes. I have read all of Mr. Ding's works." Zhong Mingwei said as he gently turned a page.
"Have you read all of Ding Yunwen's works?" Gu Changlin looked at Zhong Mingwei with disbelief and sarcasm on his face, "Why shouldn't I believe it?"
Zhong Mingwei knew that he was like this. So he didn't get angry, and asked with a smile: "So, Mr. Gu also likes Mr. Ding's works?"
"That's not the case. I hate reading books the most. I'm too lazy to read even medical books, let alone this boring book? There's not even a single illustration in the whole book," Gu Changlin said with disgust. He turned the silver needles again. "Stretch out that leg too."
"Yes." Zhong Mingwei stretched out his other leg and watched Gu Changlin take out the silver needle and pierce it into the other knee. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air again.
"No matter how painful it is, it's better than the previous few days, right?" Gu Changlin looked at the dense beads of sweat on Zhong Mingwei's forehead and said to him.
"Yes. What you said is right, sir." Zhong Mingwei nodded and smiled at Gu Changlin.
What Gu Changlin said was right. Even if the pain was ten or a hundred times greater now, he could still bear it and feel happy because he knew his legs could be cured and he knew he had hope. It was not like the past few days when he had been suffering day and night and forced himself not to think about what he would do if his legs were useless.
"It's not bad to suffer a little while you're young," Gu Changlin sighed softly. At this moment, he looked like a kind and amiable elder, not at all inappropriate. As he spoke, he continued to give acupuncture to Zhong Mingwei. "Besides, suffering is a blessing, don't you think?"
"Yes, sir, that's right." Zhong Mingwei nodded. He looked at Gu Changlin's silver hair and felt a little dazed. It seemed that he saw another person, who also had white hair and beard, and was teaching him so earnestly...
"Mr. Gu, why are you willing to come to Ningguta to treat my injury?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly asked after a while.
He knew that a famous doctor like Gu Changlin, who had a reputation, status and wealth, would not easily go out to see patients. He might not even leave his house on weekdays. However, this famous doctor was willing to travel hundreds of miles in the wind and snow to treat him in the first month of the year. Of course, it was not for the thirty kilograms of Shaodaozi.
"After Yunwen left Beijing, he wrote me a letter. In the letter, he said he had a child that he wanted me to take care of. He didn't say who the child was, only that the child was in Ningguta," Gu Changlin continued to give him acupuncture while speaking slowly, "I have been very worried. Since he asked me to take care of the child, why didn't he mention the child's name? Later, I found out that the child must have an unusual identity. When I thought about what happened in the capital this year, I guessed who the child was."
"Do you know who I am?" Zhong Mingwei's voice was a little rough. He looked at Gu Changlin in disbelief. "You know who I am, but you are still willing to come and treat my injuries?"
Yes, he was no longer a noble prince, he was just a commoner, a commoner that everyone avoided and didn't want to get involved with. But this prestigious old man, knowing his identity, was still willing to make this trip for him, and at this moment, he was here, treating his wounds earnestly.
"What can I do? Who asked Yunwen to talk to me?" Gu Changlin pursed his lips helplessly, and looked up at Zhong Mingwei, saying with a serious face, "No matter what others say about you, no matter what crime you have committed, I can be sure of one thing, you are a child taught by Yunwen, you will definitely not be a bad person." As he spoke, Gu Changlin took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Zhong Mingwei, and said, "This is a letter from Yunwen, take a look."
"Sir..." As soon as he saw the familiar handwriting on the letter, Zhong Mingwei's eyes suddenly became wet. The man who had always been calm and composed, was now choking up in front of Gu Changlin. He didn't know whether he was feeling wronged or sad. He felt mixed emotions in his heart.
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