Break out of the courtyard

When dividing the accounts at Yan Bugui's house, the third aunt would guard the door and not allow outsiders to peek, including his children.

At this time, the third aunt stared at the Jia family members who had just entered the hospital with great vigilance.

"Third uncle, don't go to Kunming Lake in the past few days. Some of our trees are big and attract the wind. It will be dangerous to go again!" Zhang Heping put the 16 kilograms and 6 taels of national food stamps and 33 yuan into his pocket, got up and walked out.

Yan Bugui stood up in surprise, "I felt something was wrong just now. When we came back, we always felt like someone was following us."

Zhang Heping didn't think there was any problem with the bicycles following them. They should all be on their way.

Yan Bugui's false feeling is probably because he has too much money and money, and some plants and animals are in danger.

On the other hand, when selling fish, Zhang Heping sensed three or four fierce glances, hiding behind the crowd, and then disappeared.

"Okay, I just happened to help you finalize the renting matter in the past few days." Yan Bugui said with gleaming eyes, took the marching kettle from the third aunt, handed it to Zhang Heping, and said:

"There is the last bit of chicken soup in the pot. It's still early, so I won't accompany you to the hospital."

"Thank you, third uncle!" Zhang Heping unceremoniously put the strap of the marching kettle on his shoulder, "Wait until I move to the opposite side of your house, make a few jars of bait, and let you see the true power of the explosive hook!"

"You brat, I dare not help you rent a house, but you still have a secret!"

"It's not just one hand, there are many hands!"

Zhang Heping waved goodbye and was startled when he walked to the middle courtyard!

Perception: Mastery (22%).

"If you insist on becoming a disciple of Yi Zhonghai, then go to Shanghuan!"

"Mom! You, you...I won't do anything to disgrace Dongxu!"

"Okay, don't look aggrieved. Who are you showing this to? I've been here before. I can understand that sometimes I can't help myself, but you have to think about your reputation for Bangge and the others!"

"The widow is pregnant! Once this reputation spreads, will your two daughters be able to get married? Can your son find a wife?"

"Besides, do you think it's your pretty face that Yi Zhonghai, an old loser, likes in you?"

"Wake up! What he values ​​​​is that you can have children!"

"The more you don't have, the more he wants it. As long as you don't give it to him, he will be like a cat that smells fishy and will keep wandering around you!"

Zhang Heping felt as if he had eaten something shocking. This old godly woman knew how to be a widow and how to understand the heart of the old man Yi Zhonghai. This is how White Lotus was raised!

Go home and hand in the money ticket.

Mother Ma Xiuzhen and grandmother Xie Ermei discussed it and decided that Ma Xiuzhen and her eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi would go to the countryside to apply for household registration and transfer to another school.

Zhang Heping stayed in the city. After all, grandma and second sister were not familiar with the city and the courtyard, so both mother and son could not leave.

That night, Ma Xiuzhen took Zhang Heping and the valuables at home to the hospital ward and placed them in the closet.

In this way, Zhang Heping will keep vigil at night, Zhang Pandi will keep vigil during the day, and grandma Xie Ermei can accompany her to the hospital to feed Zhang Bing, so she no longer has to keep watch at home!

Zhang Heping took a look and found that the thing that his mother Ma Xiuzhen valued most, apart from a few medals from his father Zhang Bing, was only the marriage certificate that looked like a certificate. She carefully placed them in a long wooden box with pads on top and bottom. I got two white wash handkerchiefs.

As for my father's food book, non-staple food book, and family money receipts, I just took a black cloth bag to carry it.

That night, his mother Ma Xiuzhen and his eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi went home. Zhang Heping sat behind the door with a copy of "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" and used the corridor light at the crack of the door to read and hang up, so as not to enter the house and open the door later, which would affect Old Liu's rest.

Zhang Heping just borrowed the watch of the guard Xiao Zhang on the sofa and roughly calculated the idle time of several levels of skills.

At the entry level, concentration increases by 1 percentage point for 1 second; at the proficiency level, it takes 7 seconds to focus, to the master level it is 49 seconds, to the minor level it is 1 minute, to the great level it is 7 minutes, and to the master level it takes 49 minutes to increase 1 point.

Judging from this master-level Chinese medicine technique for lifting the crotch, there must be higher levels above.

Therefore, Zhang Heping plans to read until late at night and improve his traditional Chinese medicine skills as soon as possible.

Traditional Chinese Medicine: Grandmaster (8%).

"Liu Shiwu! Who asked you to prepare it for me..."

Old Liu yelled in surprise, and guard Xiao Zhang stood up from the sofa. A full-time nurse ran in and began to ask about Old Liu's dream, which made Old Liu irritable and made Zhang Heping frown.

"Comrades! Hold on a little longer..."

"Don't say anything, there's something going on..."

"Teacher, please give me a cigarette, hehe..."

……

Old man Liu woke up fifteen times in one night!

After waking up from the dream for the fifteenth time, Zhang Heping finally couldn't help but interjected, "Sister nurse, if you keep asking like this, it will aggravate Uncle Liu's condition!"

Because of this sentence, Dr. Zhao Yicheng, who arranged for Zhang Bing to move in, came over early in the morning with a group of doctors in white coats.

Zhao Yicheng familiarly pulled Zhang Heping to sit on the sofa by the window and asked:

"Kid, I heard from the night nurse that you objected to her recording method and thought it would aggravate Mr. Liu's condition. What do you think?"

Faced with a group of doctors staring at him and Old Man Liu's frowning expression, Zhang Heping said helplessly: "Dr. Zhao, Uncle Liu's illness is mental and related to the war, right?"

"Ok!"

"Based on Uncle Liu's sleep talk last night and a series of inquiries from the night nurse, I initially judged that the disease was caused by the tense, dangerous, and cruel environment during the war."

"If a normal person's mind is compared to a piece of white paper, this disease is just a ball of ink contaminating the white paper."

"In my opinion, the treatment for this disease is either to restore the pure whiteness of the white paper and disperse the dirty ink; or to expand the scope of the white paper and reduce the proportion of dirty ink."

"However, after Uncle Liu woke up from his dream, the night nurse came again to ask him what he had dreamed about. This was deepening Uncle Liu's dirty memory. That's why I stopped him."

"Is that so..." Dr. Zhao touched his chin and started thinking.

There was a young male doctor next to him. He picked up the "Huangdi Neijing" that Zhang Heping had just read, and whispered to the doctor next to him: "This is a little miracle doctor in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. He came to our neurology department to play."

"Our original diagnosis and treatment plan was to collect statistics on Mr. Liu's nightmare memories, and then let the patient talk about the memories to release his emotions and resolve his obsessions. Then we narrowed the scope and found his most serious obsessions for psychological counseling."

Dr. Zhao talked about the preliminary treatment plan as if he was explaining it, but also as if he was reflecting on himself.

"Kid, do you think this is okay? The nurse simply records the nightmares and their frequency, and the doctor will listen and provide explanations afterwards."

Zhang Heping was a little dumbfounded. He had not dealt with mental illness.

However, Chinese medicine also says that heart diseases require heart medicine.

The key is to make sure that this is a heart problem and not caused by illness or injury.

Zhang Heping walked to Old Liu's bedside and reached out to feel the pulse of Old Liu's left hand.

"Hey! You really study Chinese medicine!" Another young doctor next to him muttered, and Dr. Zhao glared at them.

"Uncle Liu, can I take a look at your tongue, like this, ah..."

"Uncle Liu, do you often feel dry mouth recently? Do you tend to sweat when you sleep, and your hands and feet feel warm?"

After Zhang Heping made a brief consultation, he sat back by the window, thought for a while, and then considered: "Zuocun pulse is strong, thin and fast, and the tongue is red. He is prone to upset, palpitations, insomnia, and dreaminess... "

"In traditional Chinese medicine, this is a symptom of heart deficiency and excessive fire due to deficiency of heart yin and internal disturbance of heat. It is often caused by excessive thinking and straining the mind, or the depletion of yin fluid due to long-term illness."

"Although Uncle Liu has old injuries on his body, I don't think it is the main cause; the key is the memory of the war."

Zhang Heping thought about the weird theories he had seen in his previous life, sorted out what he could use, and continued:

"Uncle Liu has a strong will, unlike some recruits who are frightened as soon as they enter the battlefield."

"So, rather than seeing this as a disease, it is better to see it as Uncle Liu's lifelong belief in victory, like a compressed spring that was loosened in peacetime and could not find a place to vent his energy. !”

"I personally think that we can find something more meaningful for Uncle Liu to do, divert his energy, and dye other colors on his mental white paper."

"Just like me, when I'm reading, I don't think about other things. When I'm tired, I go to sleep."

"It makes sense!" Old Liu immediately got up from the bed, touched the green military cap on Zhang Heping's head, and said happily:

"It's my fault that Xiao Zhang understands me! You medical students know how to ask this and that, which makes me furious! But you let a little girl ask the question, which makes it hard for me to scold you and make me angry. I can’t hold it back..."

Everyone felt funny when they saw Old Man Liu snatching away Zhang Heping's hat and squeezing it tightly in his hands angrily.

"Xiao Zhang!" Old Man Liu put the green military cap back on Zhang Heping's head and asked hopefully: "Tell me, what do you think I should do that is meaningful?"

"You have so many precious war memories. Why don't you try making a war movie?"

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