Fisherman's Secret

The old doctor took them into the house, first asked them to fetch water in the jar to wash their faces, and after blowing on the cold wind for a while, their bodies cooled down, then motioned them to sit down, and checked Cen Jiu's pulse.

The process of diagnosing the pulse was not smooth. Cen Jiu was born as a dark guard, and his body had automatically developed a defense mechanism. After overcoming it for a long time, he finally stretched out his pulse wrist to be pinched by a stranger.

"The young man is very vigilant. Did you come from martial arts training?" Dr. Qiao chuckled.

In recent years, western medicine has flourished, while traditional Chinese medicine has declined.When people feel a little bit uncomfortable, they are used to running to big hospitals, but they don’t pay attention to fundamentally improving their physical fitness. There are too few people who are willing to take care of them.

The location of their village is too remote, and few people usually come here. Suddenly, two strange young people came to seek medical treatment after climbing a long distance for a day, which made him very happy.

Fang Jing squatted beside him, watching Dr. Qiao give Cen Jiu his pulse without blinking, not daring to vent his breath, wishing that Dr. Qiao could cure him immediately.

"How is it?" As soon as Dr. Qiao let go, Fang Jing couldn't wait to ask repeatedly, "Is his body in danger? How can he take care of him? Will he get sick when he gets old? Will the injuries hurt?"

Dr. Qiao withdrew his hand, his face was a little solemn, and he looked at Fang Jing with deep thought.

"Boy, is this your friend?"

"Yes." Fang Jing nodded again and again, Cen Jiu is his boyfriend, a boyfriend who is closer to him than family in this world, and a lifelong companion.

"A soldier?" Dr. Qiao looked at Cen Jiu's dark wounds and saw that Cen Jiu's demeanor was very cold. At first, he wanted to ask if he was a gangster, but he didn't think he was like that, so he turned around in the middle. He turned a corner and asked if he came from the army.

Fang Jing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, the training was too hard, and I didn't pay attention when I was on a mission, and I was injured all over, so I took him here to find Qiao when I was free. Take a look at the doctor, take good care of yourself while you are young."

Dr. Qiao stopped asking, and turned to talk about Cen Jiu's condition: "I was injured badly when I was young, and I looked very strong, with a lot of tendon flesh, but my foundation was really bad. If I don't take good care of it, I will have you after the age of 40." by."

Fang Jing: "..." I'm still very young now, okay? I'm only twenty!

He subconsciously glanced at the patient who was severely injured when he was young. Cen Jiu's face was indifferent, and his expressionless handsome face really didn't look like 20 years old, it was too old.

"I'll give you a prescription. I'll try the medicated bath first, and finish the acupuncture." Dr. Qiao didn't say much, and told Fang Jing to go to the door to get a hoe and a dustpan.

"?!!" Fang Jing, who was confused, found a hoe and a dustpan behind the door, feeling very puzzled.

What kind of treatment method is this, even using a hoe and a dustpan?

But seeing Dr. Qiao's serious expression, he didn't have the nerve to ask more questions.

Dr. Qiao went to the medicine cabinet at the back of the main room to grab medicines. Fang Jing ran behind him with a hoe and a dustpan, and almost tripped someone when he turned around.

Dr. Qiao: "Why are you following me with a hoe?"

"Didn't you ask me to take it?" Fang Jing was even more puzzled than him.

"Oh, I saw that you were idle, so I asked you to help me hoe the weeds in the vegetable garden, and water the white radish seedlings by the way. I originally planned to clean up the vegetable garden by myself today, but you are here Well, it’s better for young people to exercise more.” Dr. Qiao explained.

Fang Jing: "..."

Fuck, is it really okay to put on such an upright face and say such things?

Cen Jiu stood up: "Leave it alone, I'll finish it in a while."

"Sit down quickly. Didn't you hear that Dr. Qiao is going to give you medicinal bath acupuncture?" Fang Jing rolled his eyes at him, asked where the vegetable garden was, and went to work with a hoe in his hand.

Isn't it just tidying up the vegetable garden?When he was a child, he often helped Fang's mother do it.

Although he gave himself enough psychological hints, Fang Jing was still taken aback when he saw the overgrown vegetable garden of Qiao's house.

Qiao's vegetable garden is not big, only a small part has been tidied up, planted with seasonal radish seedlings, several ridges of peppers have reached the late growth stage, the leaves are almost withered, and a few malnourished small peppers are hanging on the branches Tuo, the eggplant tree next to it is the same, and it is dying to bloom with nail-sized flowers.

As for the melon patch on the other side——

Hehe, the weeds have not reached the calf.

How long has it been untouched?Or is it that Dr. Qiao doesn't care about it at all, and just waits for the family members of patients like them to help him take care of the vegetable garden?

Fang Jing even had such a strange guess in his heart.

But thinking about the traffic in this village, Fang Jing still feels quite understandable.

Forget it, as long as he can heal Cen Jiu's hidden wounds, it's okay to be a coolie to do farm work for him.

Thinking of this, Fang Jing began to bend down to weed resignedly.Since entering high school, Fang Jing seldom does this kind of physical work. After bending over for a while, he felt a little unbearable.

Fortunately, the vegetable garden of Qiao's family is not big, and it only adds up to a few ridges of land. No matter how tired they are, they won't be tired for a few days.

The back door of Qiao's house was open, and Dr. Qiao nodded when he saw Fang Jing's back working seriously.

Although he doesn't look like a serious person, he is surprisingly nice!

Fang Jing was sweating profusely over there. In the room, Dr. Qiao had already prepared the medicine and asked Cen Jiu to boil the water by himself.

Cen Jiu: "..."

Is this old man really not a barefoot doctor?

The kind of firewood stove that Dr. Qiao's house still uses, although Cen Jiu has received more than a year of modernization at Fang's house, he still feels kind to the old firewood stove.

By the time Fang Jing cleared out the two ridges of pepper and eggplants that were submerged in weeds, it was already getting late, and the sky was covered with a magnificent sunset glow.

Fang Jing returned to the house with the hoe in hand. Cen Jiu had already started taking a medicinal bath, and the tub was placed in the main room.

Cen Jiu was sitting in the bathtub, his hair was pulled up high and hanging out of the tub, a long bench was placed beside the tub, Dr. Qiao was sitting on the bench, holding a long needle glowing with cold light in his hand , and began to stab Cen Jiushang.

Fang Jing narrowed his eyes, the needle was too long, wouldn't it hurt?What if I make a mistake?

He sneaked a look at Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu closed his eyes slightly, the expression on his face was unexpectedly relaxed, his handsome face was flushed red by the heat.

As if sensing his gaze, Cen Jiu opened his eyes and looked towards him.

He had just finished weeding, and his trousers were rolled up to his knees. There was a thick layer of mud under his shoes, and a few weeds were rolled in it.

Cen Jiu twitched his eyebrows, wanting to say something, Fang Jing made a gesture of silence, signaling him not to move or speak, as Dr. Qiao was stabbing him with a needle!What if Dr. Qiao was startled by his words and stuck in the wrong place?

He leaned against the door and watched for a while, and found that Cen Jiu didn't seem to reject Dr. Qiao's injection, and then backed out.

He still has two rows of radish seedlings to water!

This is quite tricky. There is no running water on the mountain, and Qiao's house has no well. To get water, you can only go to a small stream halfway up the mountain. As for the water for eating and cooking, you have to go to a mountain spring farther away.

Fang Jing found two large buckets from the kitchen, took the pole from the yard, and went to fetch water.

Hey, hey, Fang Jing ran all the way to the middle of the mountain, filled two buckets of water, and walked towards Qiao's house with a load.

As the sky gradually darkened and there were many trees on the mountain, Fang Jing quickened his pace to finish pouring the water before dark, and ran to the mountain spring twice to fill up Qiao's water tank.

He has been here for so long, and there is no other person in the Qiao family except Dr. Qiao. It is obvious that only one person uses the water cups and towels in the house.The old man lives alone on the mountain, so he has to do everything by himself, which is hard work.

After watering the two rows of vegetable fields, Fang Jing was so tired that he sat down under the eaves and didn't want to move for a long time. His shoulders were burning and painful.

He turned his face away, took off his T-shirt, and saw that his water-carrying shoulders were already red and swollen.

How squeamish!

Fang Jing rubbed his nose, blew the mountain breeze for a while, put on his T-shirt, went to the vegetable garden and picked the few malnourished eggplants and peppers, cut a handful of leeks, and went to the kitchen to cook.

It was getting dark, and Cen Jiu was still taking a medicinal bath. He didn't know when it would end. They came here early in the morning. They climbed the mountain for a whole day and didn't eat lunch. There is no small restaurant on this mountain. If they don't want to be hungry, they can only living comfortably without anybody's help.

After Cen Jiu finished acupuncture, it was already eight o'clock. Dr. Qiao looked tired, even more tired than Fang Jing who had been picking water all evening.

Seeing the cold food on the table, Fang Jing took it by himself without asking, Doctor Qiao didn't say anything, just asked Fang Jing to reheat the food.

"Where's Cen Jiu?" Fang Jing asked impatiently after the food was heated up.

"Sleeping." Dr. Qiao sat down at the table and ate without raising his head.

Fang Jing ran to see Cen Jiu. Cen Jiu was lying on a simple bed made of a door panel in the main room, with his eyes closed, and he was sleeping soundly, breathing steadily, and he didn't even notice Fang was approaching.

It was the first time for him to see Cen Jiu sleep so deeply. In the past, whenever someone was within three meters of him, he would definitely open his eyes.

Although this old doctor seems a little unreliable, his medical skills are surprisingly good.

Fang Jing touched Cen Jiu's handsome face. For more than a year, because of eating well and keeping up with nutrition, Cen Jiu has improved a lot. At least on the surface, there is flesh on his cheeks, and his eye sockets are not the same as when they first met. It was so deep that the lines on his face seemed much softer. He compared Cen Jiu's height and found that Cen Jiu had actually grown taller again.

"Have you eaten chemical fertilizers? You're already 20 years old and still growing." Fang Jing poked Cen Jiu's face childishly, and said unhappily, "Why are you so tall? My mind is simple and my limbs are well developed."

"Let him sleep." Dr. Qiao came over, closed the curtain, and beckoned him to come to the front.

"Is he all right? Why is he sleeping so soundly?" Fang Jing was a little worried.

"It's usually too tense, and it's like that when you relax." Dr. Qiao glanced at Cen Jiu, and his eyes fell on Fang Jing, "He's very hardworking."

Fang Jing's face was full of black lines, thinking that this was not what he wanted to ask at all.

"Doctor Qiao, do I really have kidney deficiency?" Fang Jing held back for a whole day, finally Cen Jiu fell asleep, and finally seized the opportunity to ask.

He is only 26 today, and he has kidney deficiency, which is like a bolt from the blue.

"Premature babies have congenital deficiencies, and are afraid of cold and body cold. They can't tell what it's like when they're young, but they'll know what it's like in ten years."

Fang Jing silently calculated that he would only be 36 years old in ten years. According to Dr. Qiao, after he was 36 years old, he could only look at Cen Jiu but not touch him?

"But my health has always been very good, and we don't have much sex." Fang Jing was indeed a premature baby, but when he was a child, his family was in good conditions and he had a good foundation. He felt that his health had always been excellent, except in bed. When he was young, it was also because of Cen Jiu's extraordinary talent and excellent physical strength, and it was definitely not because of his kidney deficiency or anything.

Dr. Qiao ignored him and began to write prescriptions under the lamp.

"Your friend's meridian breath is strong, and it doesn't matter if the needle is pricked or not. I don't think you are from the neighborhood. It is not easy to come here. I will prescribe a prescription for medicinal baths, and follow the prescription every other day when you go home. Soak it once, take it easy and take care of it, and it will always come back.”

Fang Jing's thoughts were still spinning on kidney deficiency, and he asked again after hearing the words: "Then what about me?"

"Consolidate the foundation and cultivate the talents, strengthen the body, and be restrained in sexual intercourse. It is one thing for young people to have a good relationship, but the body is also important, especially the goodness of Longyang, which is against the harmony of nature, so we should pay more attention to it." The old man kept talking. A few prescriptions, handed to Fang Jing, said, "I don't have all the medicinal materials here, after you go down the mountain tomorrow, go to the pharmacy to get the medicine according to the list, it's no big deal, you are young, as long as you pay attention, you can raise them back."

Fang Jing: "..."

Then you start talking so seriously, it scares people to death, okay?

Also, what kind of abstinence is that X thing abstinence, once a week?Once a month?Or once every six months?

The old man looked at him strangely: "Just reduce the frequency slightly from your usual time, preferably twice a week, no more."

Fang Jingjiong is dead, and the frequency of discussing intercourse between men and women with an old man who is over fifty years old feels really weird.Don't they all say that the villagers are conservative?Because Mao, an old man, seemed quite open, and even Long Yang accepted it so naturally.

Hey, that's not right, he and Cen Jiu are now on average, and they can't sleep once a week, okay, although the quality and time of his one time are equivalent to several times for others.Dr. Qiao told them to keep it twice a week, which means they didn't sleep enough?

But sleeping too much, isn't it more kidney deficiency?

Fang Jing was completely confused.

Volume Five: The Golden Rose Treasure Ship