Lu Sheng moved closer to look at the baby carefully.
The skinny little baby was blushing from crying at first, but as soon as he got close to him, he quickly calmed down, and a sweet smile appeared on his wrinkled cheeks.
"What's his name?"
"Ziquan. Xu Ziquan, I hope he can live a healthy and comprehensive life in the future." The beautiful woman replied softly.
"This windmill is for you." Xiaojun at the side took out a small blue windmill out of nowhere and handed it to the baby in the beautiful woman's arms.
The beautiful woman smiled, took the windmill, and rubbed Xiaojun's hair.
Lu Sheng made some preparations, and then solemnly used a brush to smack a little vermilion on the baby's left ear.
"I wish you happiness and health in the future." He smiled.
"Thank you, pharmacist!" Member Xu smiled and left a large amount of money.
After a lot of tossing, after the Xu family left, Lu Sheng packed up the sundries, saw that it was getting late, and finally dealt with a few patients, and then closed the door of the clinic.
When I turned to turn off the lights, I saw a small red windmill on the table.
He reached out to pick up the windmill and blew it lightly. The windmill slowly turned with the airflow.
After thinking about it, Lu Sheng casually inserted it into the corner of the medicine cabinet beside him as a decoration.
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Five years later in the blink of an eye...
Xu Zijun, who was half a person taller, led a little boy who was a head shorter than her, and ran around the backyard of the medical hall with a blue windmill in his hand.
Sitting in the medical hall, Lu Sheng was carefully taking pulses. He had almost forgotten all his original purpose, which was just to be a simple doctor in this town, to save lives and heal the wounded.
There is no demon descending from the heavens, no princes and heirs, there is only a doctor here.
Hearing the whining and shouting from the backyard from time to time, Lu Sheng passed the prescription in his hand to the patient, and unconsciously showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you, Pharmacist Lu." The patient took the prescription with gratitude, got up and left.
Lu Sheng looked at the sky, got up and told the children to go back.
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"Uncle Lu, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's been a few months?"
On a sunny day, a pretty girl walked into the medical hall with two servants holding an umbrella.
Lu Sheng raised his head and glanced.
"It's Zijun?" There was a hint of surprise in his tone, and another eight years passed in a blink of an eye.
In the past eight years, Xu Zijun has grown from a little girl to the time when it's time to get married.
"Uncle, I'm afraid Zijun won't be able to visit you often in the future. You must take care of your health." Xu Zijun said with a trace of reluctance.
"Is it the Zhong family outside the city?" Lu Sheng also heard about it, "I watched that kid grow up, he has a solid personality, and you will be happy." He smiled and sent the gift he had prepared.
"This is a little return gift from you calling me uncle for so many years, please accept it."
Xu Zijun took the gift and also took a small box from the servant.
"This is a gift from Zijun to my uncle. Thank you for taking care of me for so many years..." Her eyes turned red when she said this.
Lu Sheng's appearance looked like he was forty years old, a little old, with some wrinkles around his eyes, he was no longer as fresh and handsome as he was when he was young.
"Don't worry, it's not far from here. If you want to come here on weekdays, you can also bring that kid to my place." Lu Sheng said softly.
After receiving Xu Zijun's gift box, Lu Sheng comforted her a few more words. After the two talked for a while, Xu Zijun had no choice but to get up and leave. She was already a big girl, and she was about to leave the court as a wife, so she couldn't stay in the man's residence for long.
Watching Xu Zijun leave, Lu Sheng sat down again and sighed.
It's time for the child I watched and grew up to get married now.
Clang, clang!
Suddenly, there were bursts of knocking gongs outside the door, and someone shouted.
He walked out of the hospital quickly, and saw a lot of people watching the excitement around the street, it seemed that some official people just passed by and were leaving.
"Master Xu's family is really amazing! Our small town can produce a master of Jingshi!"
"Jingshi is a high-ranking official who can manage the shops in the three towns near us! The Xu family will be prosperous in the future."
"Not really."
Hearing the vague voices around him, Lu Sheng watched the pair leave, heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and returned to the medical hall.
Sitting down again, he gently opened the gift box.
The gift box has two layers, the first layer is a layer of dark red clamgrass, this kind of precious medicinal material that he has often talked about before, but Zijun still remembers it.
He smiled, and carefully lifted the second layer.
Inside lay a brand-new small light red windmill quietly. The windmill was reinforced with small wooden sticks all around, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite.
Lu Sheng laughed dumbfounded, and blew on it. Seeing the windmill turning rapidly, he got up and inserted it in the corner of the medicine cabinet, next to the windmill he had when he was a child.
A breeze blew in, two windmills, one slow and one fast, one old and one new.
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click.
There was a burst of thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.
Lu Sheng had just closed the door of the clinic when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.
Bang bang bang bang! !
"Who is it?" Lu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and hurried back to the door.
"It's me! Uncle, it's me, Zijun!" A familiar female voice came in, with a hint of pity.
Lu Sheng was stunned for a moment, thumped his aching lower back, and quickly reopened the wooden door.
Xu Zijun walked in the door with a haggard face. As soon as he entered, his eyes were filled with unstoppable tears, and he fell to the ground and cried loudly.
"Uncle....husband....husband..." Xu Zijun's face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.
boom.
Thunder exploded.
Lu Sheng quickly went to help her up, and there was still a family member of the Xu Mansion standing outside the door, who also called her in.
"What the hell happened??"
"Uncle... Husband... He... He said that he would go with me... He said..." Xu Zijun broke down in tears.
Xu Zijun's husband, that honest little fat man, encountered robbers while patrolling the county government office, and died of several stab wounds.
Lu Sheng was speechless, and could only let Xu Zijun cry out here, venting the emotions that had been squeezed for a long time.
A few years ago, the old man of the Xu family also passed away. Now Xu Zijun's husband is also gone. The two pillars of the family who worked in the yamen fell, and the situation facing the Xu family suddenly became extremely difficult.
Xu Zijun came and went quickly, and after crying for a while, he left in a hurry with others.
In the Xu family and the Zhong family, she is the only one left to support the situation, and she must not fall down. Coming here to cry can only be the last weakness.
Amid the heavy rain and thunder, Lu Sheng watched Xu Zijun's figure disappear into the darkness from a distance, sighed deeply, and turned to close the door.
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Time flies, and twenty years have passed in a flash.
Boom boom boom.
The old wooden door was knocked lightly.
Lu Sheng slowly opened the wooden door, and saw a familiar face with a hint of aging.
"Are you... Zijun?" His eyes were blurred, his hair was all white, and his back was slowly bent. For a moment, he didn't recognize who the woman in front of him was.
"Uncle..." Seeing Lu Sheng's appearance at this time, Xu Zijun couldn't help his nose sore for a while, and his eyes became moist.
"Come in quickly, hurry up, it's cold outside." Lu Sheng saw Xu Zijun followed by a young man and a woman, both of them were smiling, and there was still a trace of Xu Zijun's outline on the man's face.
The three entered the medical hall together, Lu Sheng wanted to serve them a cup of tea, but the man hurriedly got up to do it for him.
In the mist of hot tea, Xu Zijun let go of the crutch in his hand. Slowly sat down with the support of the woman.
Looking at Lu Sheng, who was already aging and full of white hair, she also heaved a long sigh.
"Uncle, it's been so many years since you moved here...you're still here"
"Yeah...I've been here all the time." Lu Sheng smiled and looked at the two men carefully.
"they are... .?"
"He is Zhong Quan, my son. After so many years, he has finally been brought up, and he has reached the age when he should make his own fortune." A trace of relief appeared on Xu Zijun's face again.
"I have never been sorry to the Zhong family, I, Xu Zijun, have never been sorry to anyone in my life!"
She said with a trace of solemnity.
Lu Sheng shook his head slightly, looking at Xu Zijun, she was also old, with a little gray hair on her temples, and crow's feet around her eyes.
"The other one is Xiaoquan's daughter-in-law who will marry tomorrow."
The two young men stood up in a hurry and said hello uncle.
Lu Sheng responded with a smile, and quickly took two letters of money from the drawer beside him as a gift.
The two refused and refused to accept it.
Xu Zijun didn't speak, just sat with a gratified smile on his face. There were many things in the smile, but the most was exhaustion.
"This windmill...do you still keep it?" Suddenly Xu Zijun saw two windmills on the medicine cabinet out of the corner of his eye. The two red windmills are no longer as bright as they used to be, but they are still good. It will still rotate slowly with the wind.
"Yeah. It hasn't moved yet, so it's been left there." Lu Sheng couldn't send the money, so he sat down again, sighed and laughed.
Xu Zijun looked at the windmill, looked at it, and suddenly smiled.
"It's been a long time since I made a windmill. I'll make you a new one later."
"No need, these two are fine." Lu Sheng waved his hand.
"It's okay, I just don't know if I can do it with this hand..." Xu Zijun was a little emotional.
"Mother, you still have a child." Zhong Quan laughed at the side.
"Yes, and you." Xu Zijun also nodded with a smile.
The two chatted for a long time, until it was getting late, Xu Zijun left with his son and daughter-in-law in a sedan chair.
Lu Sheng wanted to send him out of the hospital, but was persuaded by them, so he just stood in front of the door and watched them go away.
Within a few days, people from the Zhong family brought a brand new red windmill.
It's just that the windmill seems to be able to turn, but the structure is wrong in some places... .
Lu Sheng got the windmill and didn't speak for a long time.
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In the blink of an eye, another thirty years have passed... .
People in the small town came and went, old houses were demolished and new ones were built, and the small shop on the opposite side also had a different owner.
The medical hall became more and more dilapidated. Lu Sheng asked someone to repair it several times, but the main frame could not be repaired, so it was just like that.
He is getting older, gray hair, hunchback, wrinkled face, cloudy eyes.