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Meng Wantang rushed into the house in a hurry, almost exiting as soon as she entered.

Old Man Du was lying flat on the kang without a pillow, his hands still on his chest, and his expression was quite peaceful.

At first glance, it really looks like a corpse.

Old Man Du opened his eyes and saw Meng Wantang frowning: "What else are you doing here?"

The tone is quite harsh.

"You're full of energy, it looks like it's almost good." Meng Wantang put the lunch box on the table with several holes in it, "Hurry up, the tuition fees will be left here for you. Lu Yunhe, Lu Suihe, Lu Jinhe, you three come in."

Outside the door, the three little guys looked at me and I looked at you, all hesitant.

Gou Sheng also whispered: "Will she imprison us with this dead man?"

"If you want to stay with the dead, I can satisfy you." Meng Wantang came out of the house and pinched Gou Sheng's face, "Are you still talking nonsense?"

Gou Sheng immediately shook his head.

"go in."

Meng Wantang let the three children in and introduced them to Old Man Du.

"This is the eldest brother, Lu Yunhe. He is smart, has a good memory, and never forgets what he has said. Basically there is no difference. He doesn't talk much and is more stable than the second child. The second child is called Lu Suihe. The biggest advantage is that he has a short tongue. The third child Lu Jinhe, three years old, is a little follower. You just have to watch and teach him. This is Grandpa Du, and you will study with him from now on. You have to be obedient, okay?"

The twins chirped, "I know."

"If they are disobedient, just write it down and I will bring their food to you later." As soon as Meng Wantang said this, the three children's eyes widened.

She sneered: "If you don't obey and study hard, you won't have anything to eat. As you can see, when I came out, there was soup in my pot. The radish cooked in big bone soup is different from the radish cooked in plain water."

Three children: "..."

Old Man Du: "..."

Meng Wantang asked Old Man Lu to stretch out his hand again: "I'll take your pulse again."

Old Man Du is not that uncomfortable today, and he also knows that the fierce-looking young wife in front of him has some abilities. He held out his hand obediently.

After a while, Meng Wantang said: "Take good care of it."

Meng Wantang left after finishing speaking.

Old Man Du got up, opened the lunch box, and said to Goudan, "You can eat this."

"You old man wants to harm us!"

Gou Sheng looked at Old Man Du warily for a moment.

Old Man Du looked confused, and then his expression suddenly changed.

"Your mother brought this thing over, don't you dare to eat it?" He looked down at the pimple soup in the lunch box, his hands trembling slightly.

The days in the bullpen were dark and there was no hope.

But Old Man Du still had hope in his heart, hoping that one day he would be rehabilitated. He had been waiting for this day for seven or eight years.

I was beaten and scolded by others, and I put a sign on the stage every day and had people pointing fingers at me. Living in a cowshed, sleeping on a cold bed, and almost freezing to death, it was nothing.

He can bear it.

But he didn't expect that the little warmth he received would actually harbor evil intentions and wanted to poison him to death.

Gou Sheng put his finger on his waist: "Do you think I dare to eat it?"

Old Man Du's heart felt cold.

"Afraid of your mother?" Old Man Du didn't dare to finish the whole sentence.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Old Man Du told the truth: "I'm afraid, I'm scared to death."

He doesn't want to die.

Even if the pimple soup in his hand was evidence, no one would believe him.

Old Man Du felt as if the sky above his head had fallen.

"You're afraid of my mother, do you think we can't be afraid?" Gou Sheng had eaten full in the morning, and now that he saw the pimple soup, he actually wanted to eat it.

He endured it very hard.

This bad old man is really bad.

"You have to think that your little trick can fool me. You just want me to eat your pimple soup and tell my mother. In a rage, my mother stewed radish, pork head meat, and Can I give you all those delicious pig ears? Humph, stop dreaming!"

Old man Du's eyes were filled with astonishment.

It turned out that he had misunderstood.

Old Man Du felt warm all over his body, and his whole body came to life again.

"I will teach you how to read." Old Man Lu wrote a few words in a worn-out book with a pencil and taught the three children to read them again.

"People, mouth, big, small, medium."

……

When Meng Wantang returned home, she dried all the mushrooms picked up by the children and then added a piece of wood to the stove.

Before going out, sweep all the firewood at the door of the stove clean.

As soon as Meng Wantang arrived at the gate of the health center, she met Tang Huifang's gloating eyes.

She ignored Tang Huifang and walked in to see several men squatting in the lobby on the first floor. One of the men rushed up immediately when he saw Meng Wantang.

Tang Huifang saw this and took two steps back, intending to watch the excitement.

Who knew that the man stopped Meng Wantang and begged excitedly: "Doctor Meng, please go over and show my dad!"

Meng Wantang was so frightened that she hurried away: "Who is your father?"

"My dad is the old man you helped see the doctor that day." After the man explained clearly, Meng Wantang knew who that person was.

The old man was stubborn.

He doesn't trust her at all.

"Is the condition serious?" Meng Wantang asked.

The man nodded: "It's extremely serious. He can't get up from the bed right now."

"Logically speaking, it's not so fast. Did he do heavy work?" As soon as Meng Wantang finished speaking, the man was surprised.

She had a pretty good guess.

"Can you see this?" The man's face was full of astonishment.

Meng Wantang didn't explain and asked directly: "Where are you?"

"It's been carried here. It's right here." The man took two steps forward and pointed to the corridor.

Meng Wantang walked over and saw an old man lying on the wooden board. His face was pale and he kept moaning. It looked like he was in severe pain.

"Carry the person in first and let him lie down. I will come over to check right away."

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, the old man's sons carried him in.

She glanced at Tang Huifang, who was staying where she was, and looked back indifferently.

Meng Wantang washed her hands and came back: "Take off your clothes."

"okay."

The old man's son hurriedly opened his clothes.

Meng Wantang couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she saw the plaster on the old man's waist.

After noticing Meng Wantang's expression, the old man's son said with great embarrassment: "These are the two plasters you left for my dad."

If his father's back pain hadn't been relieved by applying this plaster, the gods wouldn't have borrowed a bullock cart from the production team to drag his father here.

"I'll check him first."

Meng Wantang stretched out his hand, pressed his slender and soft fingers on the old man's back a few times, and asked the old man several questions. The old man didn't dare to speak this time. He would answer whatever Meng Wantang asked.

"Doctor, how is my dad? Can he be cured?" The man looked anxious.

"Yes, I have to lie here in the soup for a month."

The man hurriedly said: "Okay!"

He was deeply afraid that Meng Wantang would refuse if he agreed too slowly.

Meng Wantang raised his eyes: "You all should go out."

The old man's sons all went out.

Meng Wantang used iodophor to disinfect the old man's back. He took out the needle and was about to prick it when the old man's son suddenly rushed in.

"Wait! Doctor Meng, my dad still doesn't need your treatment."