Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

The Cheng family's food is really good, especially after Mr. Cheng's condition started to improve, the food level has risen in a straight line.

In the morning, I eat buns, dumplings and noodles. For lunch and dinner, there are three dishes, one soup and one dessert. The staple food is either rice or pancakes. The real rice and white noodles.

It is ginseng chicken soup, which Meng Zezhi has drunk twice.

——After all, his family's Cheng Guangzhi is on the black market, and he is not short of money.

God knows that before Meng Zezhi ate sweet potatoes and seafood for two months, he almost vomited.

But no matter how good the Cheng family's food was, Meng Zezhi didn't plan to stay here any longer.

"Congratulations, old man, the condition has been brought under control." Meng Zezhi said with a smile as he withdrew his hand from old man Cheng's pulse.

"Thanks to Dr. Lin." The old man panted lightly, with excitement on his face.He was lying on the bed, although he was still very weak, but his complexion looked much better.

"I'll give you a few more prescriptions." Meng Zezhi said.

Hearing this, Dr. Zhao who was waiting on the side quickly handed him the pen and medical records in his hand.

Dr. Zhao's mood is not usually complicated.

He received orthodox modern medical education, and like most of his colleagues, in his eyes, Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and should be swept into the dustbin of history.

But he just witnessed Meng Zezhi bring old master Cheng back from the brink of death.

Is this still the Chinese medicine doctor in his cognition?

Shock, confusion, embarrassment... all turned into depression in the end.

It would be great if he studied Chinese medicine, at least he wouldn't be so blind that he didn't even know how he cured Mr. Cheng.

"Thank you."

Meng Zezhi took the pen and paper, and wrote three prescriptions in succession.

After checking it carefully, he handed the prescription to Cheng Jichang.

"This is you?" Cheng Jichang looked surprised.

Meng Zezhi explained: "Since the old man's condition has been brought under control, I don't need to stare at him all the time. I just need to use soup and medicine to slowly recuperate the old man's body."

He warned: "I have marked the serial numbers on these three prescriptions, one dose each in the morning, noon and evening, and take it for a month. After one month, I will give the old man another injection, and get a new prescription by the way."

"OK then."

Now that Meng Zezhi had spoken, even if the Cheng family wanted to keep him, it would be impossible.

Although the Cheng family is powerful, who would let his old man's life be held in his hands?Moreover, his family would never dare to offend a doctor who could cure terminally ills, and they might have to ask to come to the door one day, so they have always been polite to Meng Zezhi.Even if there are many doubts about Meng Zezhi's identity in his heart, he just pretends that he doesn't know anything.

"Why don't you stay at my house for a few more days. You've been by my side these days and haven't gone out much. I'll let Guangzhi accompany you to play in the city for a few days..."

"No," Meng Zezhi said with a smile, "I appreciate the old man's kindness. Isn't it because my daughter will have a monthly leave tomorrow, and I just go back with her. And your daughter and son-in-law will be back tonight?"

He was talking about Mr. Cheng's youngest daughter, Cheng Qingfang.

Cheng Qingfang and her husband, Peng Yazhong, got married, and the two families were barely a match.Cheng Qingfang conceived a child when she was 20 years old, but she had a miscarriage to save Peng Yazhong's younger brother who was drowning, and suffered serious sequelae. She was unable to conceive another child for more than ten years.

Later, Peng Yazhong's younger brother died in the turmoil, and Peng Yazhong became the only son in the family. The attitude of the Peng family changed immediately, and Peng Yazhong was a typical baby boy. Cheng Qingfang suffered a lot for this. Fortunately, Peng Yazhong later The family fell into a slump, but the Cheng family was rehabilitated...

In Cheng Jichang's words, it was that the Peng family wanted to cling to the Cheng family, but Cheng Qingfang placed too much emphasis on feelings, and with other messy concerns, the two were deadlocked.

The Cheng family hoped that Meng Zezhi could help Cheng Qingfang take a look, and Meng Zezhi agreed.

"That's it," the old man nodded, "Then I'll ask Guangzhi to send you off."

"That's troublesome." Meng Zezhi was not polite, anyway, he didn't want to squeeze the bus anymore.

"Should be."

Cheng Qingfang and his wife arrived at Cheng's house the next morning, and they were on a business trip before.

"Doctor Lin, how are you?" Cheng Qingfang asked cautiously.

"Put out your tongue and let me see." Meng Zezhi withdrew his hand on her wrist.

"Ah—" Cheng Qingfang quickly opened her mouth.

Meng Ze looked carefully, then took out a silver needle and pricked the Quchi point on her arm: "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qingfang closed her mouth: "It's a little numb."

Meng Zezhi took back the silver needle: "When was the last time you went to the hospital for an examination?"

Cheng Qingfang froze for a moment, then thought carefully: "That happened more than ten years ago."

Ever since she was confirmed by the hospital that she had lost her reproductive function, she never took the initiative to step into the hospital, but took a lot of folk remedies on her own initiative or by being forced.

"There is nothing wrong with your body." Meng Zezhi said.

"what?"

Not only Cheng Qingfang, but everyone present was stunned.

Meng Zezhi looked at Peng Yazhong: "Come here, I'll take your pulse."

"Me?" Peng Yazhong breathed slightly, obviously realizing something.

When he recovered, he was already sitting in front of Meng Zezhi.

"Stay up often." Meng Zezhi asked.

"En." Peng Yazhong nodded hesitantly.

At first, I was worried about my children and couldn't sleep at night. Later, I was sent to a farm. Next to my residence was a pig farm, so I had no peace day and night.

"Nosebleeds all the time for no reason."

"……Um."

"I feel dizzy in winter."

"En." Peng Yazhong's voice became lower and lower.

……

"Don't stay up late in the future, I will prescribe you two prescriptions and eat first." Meng Zezhi took the pen and paper.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin." Peng Ya's center collapsed. He didn't expect the problem to be his own. He hardly dared to look at Cheng's family.

Hearing the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the paper, Cheng Qingfang couldn't help crying, and the voice became louder and louder, which contained both grievance and relief.

That afternoon, Cheng Guangzhi drove Meng Zezhi home with his bags and bags.

Lin Xiaolu's life at school was not satisfactory.

When she was studying in the county, she didn't think so, because at that time, the family background of her classmates were similar to hers. Only when she arrived at the city technical secondary school, did she know what poverty and wealth represent.

Her classmates with good families can eat meat every meal, wear high-end goods from shopping malls, and can often eat snacks.

Of course, it didn't mean that she couldn't afford it, she just couldn't bear it, after all, her father earned it back through hard work.

But that doesn't stop her from feeling inferior.

Then her father suddenly sent her a lot of things, watches, creams, leather shoes...

Probably because of her vanity, she couldn't help showing off her things like those students from good families in the class, but instead of envious eyes, she was met with cynicism and even slander.

Because everyone knew that her father was an ordinary fisherman.

Lin Xiaolu was depressed, she didn't understand how things turned out like this.

Fortunately, the school holidays are finally over, and she will be able to go home soon.Thinking of this, she felt a little better.

As a result, as soon as she left the school gate, she saw her father waving at her: "Xiaolu—"

Lin Xiaolu couldn't believe it, she ran over quickly: "Father? Why are you here?"

"Pick you up and go home together." Meng Zezhi patted her head.

Seeing this scene, the passing students could not help but slow down.

"Hey, isn't that Lin Xiaolu?"

"Is it Lin Xiaolu from the accounting major who swollen her face because of her vanity?"

"It's her."

Hearing the sound of pointing in her ear, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help clenching the corners of her lips.

"That's her father?"

"It seems to be, I heard her calling father."

"Didn't it mean that her father's money was all obtained by fraud and abduction? Then what happened to the car beside him?"

car?

Lin Xiaolu subconsciously looked behind Meng Zezhi, and then found a strange man standing beside his father.

"This is Cheng Guangzhi, a member of the family who invited Dad to see a doctor. He will take us home. You can call him Big Brother Cheng."

It turned out that it was really for medical treatment, that is to say, her father's money was not obtained by cheating and abducting, but earned honestly.

Lin Xiaolu's eyes widened, and the depression accumulated in her chest for many days disappeared instantly.

She turned her head, met those who were still pointing, and stared back fiercely.

Seeing the embarrassment of these people, Lin Xiaolu felt relieved.

"Are you feeling better?" Meng Zezhi said with a smile.

"Father, how did you know?" Lin Xiaolu was a little embarrassed.

"I watched you come out of school with a face."

In the original plot, similar things happened after the predecessor was taken back to Lu's house. In fact, Lin Xiaolu can't be blamed for being too flamboyant, after all, her age is there.Even if an adult becomes rich suddenly, it is inevitable that he will have a nouveau riche mentality.

However, at that time, the predecessor was crushed by Lu Yanfeng and his son, so they couldn't help Lin Xiaolu at all.In addition, Lu Yanfeng's daughter Lu Qing was fanning the flames. As time passed, Lin Xiaolu, who suffered from cold and violent violence, became more and more withdrawn and had a mental breakdown.

It's different now, with him supporting Lin Xiaolu.

"I didn't think about it properly at first, but now that it has happened, I hope you can learn the lesson from this time, and no matter what you do in the future, you will not be arrogant or rash."

"Yeah." Lin Xiaolu nodded solemnly, this kind of suffering is enough once.

"Okay, get in the car, let's go home." Meng Zezhi said.

"it is good."

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Lin's Village, and everyone in the village had gone to sea.

After moving all the things in the car into the house, Meng Zezhi remembered something, and he immediately took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "By the way, I almost forgot the business, this is for you, you find a chance to give it to you." Miss."

"This is—" Cheng Guangzhi took it over and took a look: "A prescription?"

"Didn't you say that there is nothing wrong with my sister-in-law's health?" He said, "What do you mean?"

"Yes." Meng Zezhi nodded.

He can't comment on Cheng Qingfang's relationship problems, but he understands the feelings of Cheng's family, and since Mr. Cheng is his first patient, he doesn't mind doing a little favor.

In this way, Cheng Qingfang's life in Peng's house should be much easier.

"Doctor Lin has a heart." Cheng Guangzhi had a gentle face, and then he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help asking: "Then Peng Yazhong?"

"His body is severely depleted, so I prescribed some tonic for him."

As for those nosebleeds, dizziness and other ailments, they were like this when people were tired and hungry. After all, Peng Yazhong was undergoing labor reform on the farm at that time.

Based on the fact that he cured Mr. Cheng's illness, Peng Yazhong would not doubt his diagnosis, let alone go outside and publicize that he is infertile.

This is also the main reason why Meng Zezhi dared to do this.