It seems a bit messy to say that. After reminding, Zhen Fei recalled the scene before the death of Onmyoji: At that time, Zhen Fei was still in the second year of college. On his way back to school from a part-time job, he met an old man curled up in a corner. .
The old man is hot and very ill. Zhen Fei wants to send the old man to the hospital, but this old man is still conscious and resolutely refuses to let Zhen Fei go to the hospital, but asks him to find a place to sleep and eat a full meal. However, Zhen Fei helped him into a nearby hotel and opened a room for him with the money.
There was a big leather suitcase beside the old man. After arriving at the hotel, the old man took Zhen Fei's hand and said: "I am Onmyoji, thank you, this suitcase is given to you. From then on, you will be my disciple. I'm dying, I hope you can inherit my mantle and carry forward the yin and yang acupuncture skills."
Zhen Fei was also in a hurry. After he got off work, he went back to school and it was just time to go to bed. There was no delay. I had been delayed for a long time just now, and I was very anxious. I don’t know if I can return to the dormitory in time. Said: "Grandpa, I'll talk about it when I come back. It looks like you can't die. Just take some medicine to reduce the fever."
"No." The Onmyoji Master took his hand and said, panting: "You don't understand, I have lived five hundred years old, my life is about to die, and I can't live anymore. You learned the Yin and Yang Art. , I'm relieved."
"Yin and Yang Jue?" Zhen Fei hadn't heard of this strange spell at all. It was from this day that he really came into contact with another world, a mysterious anecdote that was completely different from reality.
So, the teacher of Yin and Yang got up and taught Zhen Fei a dance-like movement. When Zhen Fei learned this dance movement, it was already dawn. He hurried back to school to go to school. When he came back to the hotel in the evening, the Onmyoji was no longer there, leaving only a suitcase for Zhen Fei to keep.
Therefore, although Zhen Fei did not witness the death of the Onmyoji, he believed that the Onmyoji would not deceive him.
Now, the elder sister who suddenly appeared, disrupted Zhen Fei's thoughts.
He wanted to do a DNA test for Onmyoji to determine whether the beauty in front of him was the daughter of Onmyoji, but the DNA of Onmyoji could not be collected at all. This was the key.
Facing a strange woman who jumped out inexplicably, Zhen Fei's heart was full of doubts. Without confirmation, she had to say: "Sister, what's wrong with you, let me see."
"It's just heartache, old trouble."
"How many years of medical history is there?"
"The first time it hurts. 200 years ago, at that time, my mother left my father. I ran out to find my mother. From that time on, my heart hurts a lot. I'm bedridden, I just know that I'm very sick."
"Two hundred years ago?" Zhen Fei frowned. How could a person born in an onmyoji master live so long? Ordinary people would be good to live to seventy years old. They can be regarded as an average elderly person and can live a hundred There are not many people in their multiple years.
"Well, didn't Dad tell you about his family?"
Zhen Fei looked at the woman and suddenly said, "I said, but I didn't say that there were relatives in the family. He only said that he was alone, wandering, and then died."
"Is it really dead?" The woman's expression on me was very anxious.
Suspicious Zhen Fei didn't believe the woman's words at all, and then said, "Yes, it was the corpse I packed up for him. My master is really dead. Senior sister, what's your name?"
"Dead? Is it really dead?" The woman murmured, suddenly crying, and said: "Why are you dead?"
Zhen Fei was very impatient. He looked at his watch. It was already midnight, and unknowingly it was more than two hours. Time flies so fast.
The woman cried for a full half an hour, Zhen Fei didn't even say a word of comfort, letting her cry spread far and wide in the middle of the night.
Just as Zhen Fei was waiting impatiently, the woman's cry suddenly stopped and said: "My name is He Jingyao, what is your name?"
"My name is Zhen Fei, it's still important to see the senior sister."
A piece of tender lotus root arm stretched out from the curtain of the brocade. Looking at the skin like this, Zhen Fei didn't believe that it came from 200 years ago. Such an arm is no different from an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.
Is this He Jingyao really the daughter of Onmyoji?
Zhen Fei concentrated on the pulse diagnosis, and after a while, he said, "I will prescribe the medicine for my senior sister, but I really want to ask, hasn't the senior sister got the inheritance of Yin and Yang needles?"
"My dad originally intended to pass it on to me, but because I was young at that time and separated from my dad, it caused today's regret. I don't understand medicine."
"It turned out to be like this."
If you follow He Jingyao's words, Zhen Fei must teach He Jingyao the skill of Yin and Yang needles, after all, she is the daughter of Onmyoji, and according to He Jingyao, Onmyoji also wants to teach her daughter.
But Zhen Fei just pretended to be deaf and dumb, and ignored the incident at all. He Jingyao was so angry that she gritted her teeth secretly, so she couldn't further clarify this matter.
According to He Jingyao's pulse condition, it is a common disease of angina, but He Jingyao's condition is indeed very serious. Zhen Fei wrote a prescription for medicine. In this medicine, he added one more medicine: Glauber's salt.
Glauber's salt is mainly used for cracking riffles, warming, digesting, dispelling water, and laxative. Used for the treatment of gastric swelling, swelling, dyspepsia, edema, edema, breast swelling, amenorrhea, constipation, etc.
Glauber's salt has no effect on angina pectoris, but it has no effect. The main medicine of this flavor is a "laxative". Even if Zhen Fei has no intentions, he is suspicious of the sudden appearance of He Jingyao. This flavor of Glauber's salt is a good medicine for curing diseases. It is also a lurking bomb.
Zhen Fei respectfully said: "Sister, please take the medicine according to the prescription, and ensure that the medicine will be cured, and you will relieve your worries in the future. Don't overwork. Your illness will naturally heal."
"Thank you, Junior Brother." He Jingyao said delicately.
"We are a family, you are welcome." Zhen Fei said generously.
He Jingyao frowned, looked outside, and said faintly: "Memory is like an umbrella, holding up my childhood thoughts. Our family is from Shanghai stock market for generations, people who like Shanghai stock market, Shanghai stock market lanes, Shanghai stock market stone Kumen, this is the culture of the old Shanghai stock market. The old Shanghai stock market mother, Wu Nong softly, like to carry a small bench, sit at the door of the house, picking small dishes and neighboring Garsan Lake, no matter how strong the sound is also Nuonuo Yes, my dad usually speaks Shanghai dialect with transliteration. My dad speaks Shanghai dialect with transliteration. The bridges, flowing water, and people in Shanghai stock market are endlessly missed."
Quietly listening to He Jingyao’s soft words, Zhen Fei could not recall the details of the Onmyoji speaking. It seemed that the Onmyoji speaking was not a southern accent, but not a complete northern accent. He was a little confused. Could it be that the woman in front of him? Child, is it really the daughter of Onmyoji?
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Zhen Fei insists that He Jingyao must not be as simple as seeing a doctor. Thinking this way, the emotions that have just been moved by He Jingyao disappear.
Picking up the medicine box, Zhen Fei said goodbye to He Jingyao and walked out, jumped to the shore, and walked a few steps with an umbrella. When I looked back at the ship, I didn't know when it disappeared. The shadows of swaying trees and the sound of rustling wind and rain were all dark around.
Zhen Fei was startled by the mysterious scene in front of him in a cold sweat. He hurriedly tightened the medicine box on his shoulder and left here quickly.
It took a long time to find the highway. Zhen Fei's body was soaked. The temperature in Shanghai stock market in May was around ten degrees Celsius, which was quite cold. After getting into a taxi, he sneezed a few times and the driver looked around. , Asked suspiciously: "Sir, this is a park, there is no one nearby."
"Don't mention it, I met a ghost, hurry up and drive to Xinxin's home near the civilian hospital."
"Oh." The taxi driver hurriedly left this deserted place.
After getting out of the car, Zhen Fei paid the fare and hurried upstairs. Aunt Pan had already rested. Zhen Fei rushed into the bath, took off her clothes and washed them, and then took a hot bath, feeling much more comfortable.
He went to the kitchen to warm up some cold food, had a supper, and then found another set of clothes. He only had two sets of clothes, and they were all casual clothes, and the folds could be replaced immediately. After you change your old clothes, you need to wash them up immediately, so that you won't delay the next change.
Although life is embarrassing a lot, Zhen Fei doesn't think it is bitter. All of this is obtained by labor, and every single grain comes from blood and sweat.
After going to work the next day, Zhen Fei came to Dean Qu Jinlin's office to sign a five-year labor contract. He saw that the annual salary stipulated above was 8,000 yuan, and the bonus was calculated separately, and one patient would be rewarded 100 yuan for curing.
Zhen Fei is more happy in her heart. Such a high monthly salary is as much as the head of the department, which shows that the civilian hospital attaches great importance to him.
After returning to the oncology department, Meizi changed her cold attitude and said to Zhen Fei with a smile: "Dr. Zhen, you will be the attending doctor in our department from now on. You have to work harder."
"That must work hard under the leadership of Director Mei Zi." Zhen Fei expressed her attitude very modestly.
Meizi said suddenly: "Until now, I don't understand how you cured the cancer."
"It's not about curing the cancer, but temporarily suppressing it. It's still far from being cured." Zhen Fei scratched her head.
"Yes, it's temporarily suppressed. That's not a small technical level. What I want to ask is, how did you do it." Mei Zi asked reluctantly.
After sighing, Zhen Fei said embarrassedly: "I can't say this too well."
"You deliberately hid your privates? Why? Are you planning to cherish the treatment plan as a treasure?" Meizi was angry and said contemptuously.
"It's not like that. I'm not a privateer, really not. Anyway, it's individual treatment and targeted treatment. You have also seen that when Keiko was sick, I was looking for a solution in her ward every day."
"It's true, I thought you were playing mystery."
Zhen Fei said sincerely: "Director Meizi, you may have some prejudice against me, but that is not the case. I am willing to share the technique with you, but it is a bit difficult. The average person of acupuncture and moxibustion can't master it, and my Master does not allow me to teach others."
"I'm still going to learn from you. Listening to you, that's nothing?" Meizi was very disappointed.
After thinking about it, Zhen Fei said in a low voice: "Then I will pass you this skill, anyway, my master is also dead, unless he crawls out of the grave."
"I didn't ask you to teach me either." Mei Zi was eager to try, and she had to pinch it on the surface. This is a woman's reservedness. ()