"And me, my name is Cao Xinran, and I'm the older sister."
"My name is Cao Qiangjun, and I'm your younger brother."
Seeing that their grandfather had no intention of introducing himself, the two children raised their hands and began to introduce themselves.
"Commander Cao, we've already met before. It was fate. We were on the same train, but we didn't know each other on the train, so there was a small misunderstanding."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's not a misunderstanding. The child was greedy and saw that you brought lunch boxes, so he insisted on asking me for meat.
How much meat could you carry on the road? We didn’t know each other at the time, so it’s normal that you didn’t sell it to us.
There is such a shortage of meat now that if a stranger wanted to buy my meat, I wouldn’t sell it to him.”
Cao Guangming waved his hand, indicating that he didn't take it to heart at all.
"Grandson, you may be short of meat in Quancheng, but not here.
Southern Xinjiang is a land of high mountains and dense forests, with wild animals teeming with them. This afternoon, I'll have a few of your guards take a walk around, and I'll make sure you and your sister have plenty of meat to eat."
The old leader's lover, Zhao Yanxia, touched her grandson's head lovingly.
"Grandma, can you beat tigers and lions?"
"Grandma, can we go with you?"
The two children immediately pestered their grandmother, wanting to experience the feeling of hunting.
“There are no lions or tigers in southern Xinjiang, but there are elephants, sun bears, and leopards.
You are still too young, and the mountains are too dangerous. Let's talk about it when you grow up."
It is true that Zhao Xiumei dotes on her grandchildren, but she will not spoil them without principles, nor will she ignore their safety just to comply with their demands.
Zhang Shuguang looked at Zhao Xiumei and understood why Cao Yongzhan was called the old leader while his son Cao Guangming was only about thirty years old.
There is no problem with Cao Yongzhan's age. Judging from his appearance, he should be in his sixties, but his wife Zhao Xiumei looks to be around fifty years old.
In addition, with proper maintenance and no need to do heavy work, the face looks younger.
It is obvious that they are an old man and a young wife, with a big age difference.
As to whether Cao Yongzhan delayed his lifelong event because of the war or changed his wife halfway through, it is unknown.
"Child, why are you looking at Grandma Zhao like that?"
Zhang Xiangnan always calls himself Aunt Zhao, and his children should call him grandma.
"Grandma Zhao, have you been feeling unwell lately? For example, dizziness, headaches, insomnia, frequent dreams, and loss of appetite?
Occasionally, there are severe symptoms such as whole-body tremors and limb cramps?"
The traditional Chinese medicine knowledge rewarded by the system is naturally extremely powerful, and observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation are just the basics.
"Yes, I've had headaches and insomnia for several years. Since last year, my limbs have also occasionally cramped. Did you hear what your father said?"
Zhao Xiumei glanced at Cao Yongzhan with dissatisfaction.
After all, being sick is a private matter. How could the old man, who is so careless about his words, tell this matter to others?
"Don't glare at me, I haven't told this to Xiangnan."
Cao Yongzhan quickly denied responsibility.
"Grandma Zhao, I didn't hear this from my father, but I saw it from your complexion and condition."
Zhang Shuguang quickly explained.
"Xiao Guang, do you still have this ability?"
Zhao Xiumei was obviously skeptical of Zhang Shuguang's words.
Traditional Chinese Medicine is extensive and profound, and it requires the ability to observe, listen, ask, and palpate, but those are only well-known old Chinese medicine practitioners. How old is Zhang Shuguang? He has been learning since he was in the womb, so he shouldn't have such skills now.
"Aunt Zhao, Xiaoguang really didn't say anything nonsense. There is a Laojun Temple near our hometown. By some strange coincidence, Xiaoguang and Laojun Temple formed a good relationship.
The old Taoist priest in the temple is a hermit who is proficient in both medicine and martial arts.
His seven disciples went down the mountain to fight against the Japanese. Five of them died heroically, and two were left disabled.
After the victory, Laojun Temple did not covet fame, wealth or fortune, but continued to practice Taoism in the temple.
Xiaoguang is quite talented. Under the guidance of the old Taoist priest, he has learned both medical skills and martial arts very well.
When I was building a house at home, a fellow villager was accidentally hit by a tree trunk. He suffered internal bleeding and fell into a coma.
Seeing that the patient was dying, Xiaoguang simply gave him a few injections and brought him back to life.
I didn't suffer any sequelae afterwards, and when I reported back to the army, I was already full of energy.
Aunt Zhao, what did the military hospital say about your health? If they don't have a good solution, and you trust my father and me, why not let Xiaoguang try?
Zhang Xiangnan witnessed the entire treatment of Cao Liang from beginning to end, so he was very confident in his son's medical skills.
"Xiangnan, are you serious?"
Cao Yongzhan looked a little excited.
He was well aware of his wife's illness.
If the military hospital was not helpless, he would not have asked his son and daughter-in-law to take leave to come here.
He was afraid that his wife's condition would suddenly worsen and leave regrets for his family.
"Commander, how could I joke about something like this? I can't guarantee that Xiaoguang can cure Aunt Zhao, but Xiaoguang's medical skills are definitely not fake."
Zhang Xiangnan answered with great determination.
"Xiao Guang, please take a look at your Grandma Zhao. Don't feel pressured. Grandpa Cao won't blame you whether the look is good or not."
Zhang Xiangnan's words gave Cao Yongzhan confidence, and the frown that had been on his face for days finally relaxed.
"As long as Commander Cao and Grandma Zhao can trust me, I will do my best to help them."
The purpose of possessing martial arts is to avenge one's enemies!
The purpose of using medical skills is to save people!
"Okay, what else do we need to prepare?"
The military hospital is helpless, and Zhang Shuguang is now Cao Yongzhan's lifeline.
"You don't need to prepare anything. I'll go home and bring the silver needles over."
After Zhang Shuguang left, Cao Guangming and Liu Min hurried over.
"Dad, is Mom's illness so serious?"
Before coming here this time, Cao Yongzhan made a phone call and just said that the old couple missed their grandchildren.
After arriving here, they found out that their mother was not feeling well, but they never thought it would be so serious.
"The military hospital and the provincial hospital couldn't even find the cause of your mother's illness."
Cao Yongzhan glanced at his wife with an expression of indescribable heartache and worry.
"mother."
Cao Guangming's voice trembled slightly, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes.
"Silly son, Mom is fine, don't worry. Since Xiaoguang saw that Mom was ill at first glance and was willing to help, she must be sure of it."
As the person involved, Zhao Xiumei appeared to be more calm.
As the saying goes, wealth and honor are determined by fate, while life and death are in the hands of God.
Even if Zhang Shuguang couldn't cure her illness, that was her fate.
There will definitely be regrets and unwillingness, but more of it is calmness.
She was less than 20 years old when she married Cao Yongzhan. She accompanied him through the Anti-Japanese War and the Civil War, and experienced too many separations and deaths along the way.
She considers herself luckier than many people as she is able to live to this day and watch her son grow up, get married and have children.
They lived in the same residential area and were not far away from each other. Before the sentimental talk here was over, Zhang Shuguang came in with a silver needle.
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