Great Power Army Reclamation

Saya was naturally unhappy when she saw someone taking away her business, and rushed over after getting the news.

It's not that I'm really afraid of someone taking my business, but it's a sense of responsibility. After all, there are more and more scammers in this era. What if someone defrauds the folks of their money? You must know that every household here is not short of money. Which family does not have hundreds of sheep? Today's mutton prices have skyrocketed, and a few hundred sheep are already a huge fortune.

When Saya saw that they were three old men, most of her wariness was gone. In Northern Xinjiang, inspection tours by Corps doctors and army doctors often happened, so she was used to it. But Saya still felt that she had to ask.

"Old comrade, where are you from?" Saya's round face smiled like the full moon in the sky, making people feel bright.

Ye Wancheng hurriedly explained: "We are doctors in Junken City, and these two are my colleagues. Why don't we retire and have nothing to do? Just go out for a walk and treat the villagers by the way."

"Ye Wancheng..." Saya muttered, feeling that the name seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while, so she frowned and thought.

Ye Wancheng was feeling the pulse of an old man at this time. He also frowned and asked, "Are you always feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath?"

The old man nodded: "You are so awesome. You can know everything just by touching your arm?"

The doctors who used to make rounds were all Western doctors, and no one could take a pulse, so Ye Wancheng could tell his illness just by touching his arm, which naturally surprised the old man.

Ye Wancheng took out two bottles of quick-acting Jiuxin pills, commonly known as small bombs, and handed them to the old man: "You must keep these on your body at all times, and you must tell your family that you must take a few pills when you feel uncomfortable."

The old man took the bottle and was very happy. He looked at it over and over and said, "Why are you willing to eat such an expensive bottle? Why don't you pour the medicine out for me and take the bottle away?"

Ye Wancheng and the three of them couldn't laugh or cry. Some people thought that the bottle was more expensive than the medicine. This was strange enough. However, Ye Wancheng knew that the old man was speaking from his heart, so he quickly explained:

"This bottle is not expensive, and the medicine is free. Didn't the medicines just distributed cost no money? We are a free clinic, delivering medicines to doctors."

The old man held Ye Wancheng's hand tremblingly and said excitedly: "The military and civilians are one and the same family. You must come to my house for dinner today, otherwise I won't take the medicine."

Ye Wancheng was not being pretentious. He always ate wherever he went. He just looked at these old men at the entrance of the village. There were about a hundred households in this village. They would definitely not be able to leave today. Anyone could eat.

"Ah? Are you Ye Wancheng, the doctor Ye who won the Nobel Prize?" Saya suddenly screamed, pointed at Ye Wancheng and shouted.

Ye Wancheng was startled. Wait until he hears what she shouted? Then he felt relieved and pointed at Liu Xiangdong and John: "The three of us won the award together, don't count it on me alone."

Saya excitedly grabbed Ye Wancheng's hand and shouted to the villagers: "Folks, the three of them are people who have won awards in the world and represent the highest level in the world. Dear Atta or Ule Akko, Yeah, A-Zhen, if anyone else at home is feeling unwell, bring them over quickly and I’ll take them to the clinic.”

Saya held Ye Wancheng's hand with excitement and was about to leave. The old man just now was not happy and grabbed Ye Wancheng's other hand: "I just agreed to go to my house for dinner. Do you have to eat when you ask someone to see a doctor? Don't let others It’s a joke that people in our village are not polite and don’t care when friends come to eat.”

Saya quickly took the old man's hand: "Grandpa Alila, they treat everyone in the village, so naturally the village has to take care of the food. My father is the village chief, so you don't have to worry about this."

"What's the meal in the village? He's treating me and he's my friend. I have to take care of this meal, otherwise Alila can't afford to lose this person!"

The old man became excited, the goatee under his chin trembled, and his emotions were a bit intense.

Ye Wancheng quickly stopped Saya: "He has a bad heart. Didn't you see that I just gave him a heart-saving pill? Don't argue with him. We will eat him at noon today. After lunch, we will see a doctor in the afternoon."

Saya glanced at Ye Wancheng, and she was obviously a little helpless. The famous Kazakh people were hospitable, and there was not a single beggar in their society. Because they won't let anyone walk through their yurt hungry.

In fact, Ye Wancheng was helpless. Along the way, he was most afraid of eating. Because Kazakh people eat and drink, especially for doctors like them who make rounds, they are distinguished guests.

Kazakhs treat distinguished guests by treating them with good food and drink. No, that’s the opposite. They treat guests with good wine and the most precious delicacies at home.

But their banquet lasted too long, and drinking too much was not considered good. It doesn't matter how you explain this custom, I will give you a drink from sunrise to moonrise.

However, there were many people in the village today, and Ye Wancheng felt that even if he went to Alila's house, nothing would happen. After all, there were so many people waiting to see a doctor.

The three of them followed Alila back home. Alila's house was a house made of solid wood. The inside of the house was plastered with mud and hung with tapestries. There were only two rooms in the house, the outer room and the inner room. The outer room was the kitchen. The floor was dirt, while the back room was carpeted. Kazakhs are used to sleeping together as a family.

The three of them were naturally let into the back room. Alila's wife was a very fat old lady. When I saw him bringing people back, I immediately greeted him with a smile and quickly poured milk tea.

Alila walked directly towards the sheepfold, holding a knife in his hand. He wanted to kill the sheep. If you don't kill the sheep when a distinguished guest comes, you will be laughed at.

Ye Wancheng and the others did not stop him, but took this opportunity to treat his wife.

Although the Kazakhs are relatively strong due to their year-round nomadic life, they will naturally have problems of one kind or another due to their year-round living in the open air.

These problems are not very obvious when you are young, but once you get older, various symptoms will appear. For example, Alila's heart disease and his wife's rheumatoid arthritis made it difficult to walk on both legs. This is why the knees began to deform over time.

John ran out to watch the fun. He loved watching the Kazakhs killing sheep. From killing to skinning and then cutting into pieces, all the movements are smooth and smooth, using only a knife, as if in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, it was impossible for the villagers to let Alila do the work on her own. A bunch of people had already come to help, including those who made fires, those who made noodles, and those who brought wine. Ye Wancheng grinned at the sight. It was estimated that this meal would end the evening immediately. .

But when it comes, it comes. Just take this opportunity to give the old lady acupuncture, and let Liu Xiangdong do it naturally.