The old man inside struggled to his feet, staring at the person at the door. His cloudy eyes were filled with tears. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and when he did, his voice was hoarse, like the sound of ripe corn leaves that could cut your ears.
"Old squad leader, you shouldn't have come!"
Grandpa Zhao showed no disgust, tears streaming down his face as he stepped forward, picked the person up, and carried them to the bedroom in the main house.
Then, through the wide-open window, the two of them finally got a clear look at what Old Master Di looked like.
He was extremely thin, practically skin and bones. He hadn't bathed in ages, his hair and beard were long and matted, and his body was covered in a thick layer of filth. The stench quickly filled the entire room.
His clothes were barely enough to cover his body, and they were covered in all sorts of filth.
"I'll go and have someone boil water for the old man to take a bath," Ke Meiyu said, her face not looking too good. She went out, put her arms around the two men, and then directed them to boil water and cook.
Once the water was boiled, someone was sent to give the old man a bath.
Seeing Ke Meiyu's formidable fighting prowess, the men dared not play any tricks. They endured the stench, shaved the old man's hair and beard, then carefully washed him and changed him into clean clothes.
Without the support of the mud shell, the old man became even thinner.
Grandpa Zhao watched intently from the side, his eyes wide open. Seeing his old friend's clearly defined ribs and numerous old and new scars on his body, he forced himself not to shed a tear.
After tidying up, Grandpa Di held his rice bowl, first drinking two bowls of millet porridge, then eating a steamed bun and an egg.
His stomach had shrunk from hunger; he hadn't had any meat in so long that even when meat was placed in front of him, he only took one bite.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Ke Meiyu took the old man's pulse.
Fortunately, when the organization sent the old man here, his injuries had mostly healed. In the beginning, commune leaders would come down to visit him from time to time.
So the old man's injuries did not worsen and he has recovered. However, over the years he has been eating irregularly, his spleen and stomach are extremely weak, and his organs have begun to fail due to the harsh living environment.
You could say he's been able to hold on longer than many of his old buddies, all thanks to sheer willpower.
"You need to take good care of your health, eat some nutritional supplements, maintain a normal diet, and exercise appropriately. You will definitely live for several more decades."
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