"Well, why do you look so listless?" Lu Xiufeng asked with a smile.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired." He was really tired. He was mentally exhausted.
He went straight back to his temporary residence and fell on the bed. He lay there and looked at the ceiling.
Thinking back to the things he had experienced at this stage, these cases were completely different from the situations he had encountered in the past. These cases were not relatively independent. Instead, they were completely connected. It was the kind of case where the deeper he dug, the more problems he found. He felt as if he had entered a terrible forest. When exploring the secrets, he was likely to lose his life if he was not careful.
Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door outside.
"Please come in."
Lu Xiufeng pushed the door open and came in.
"Are you thinking about these cases?"
"Well, I'm thinking about it. The more I think about it, the more my head hurts," Yang Guanfeng said.
"Then, don't think about it. Have a good sleep."
"Don't think about it," Wang Yao said. "You make it sound so easy. The leaders above are all staring at this place. How long have we been here?"
"Isn't there progress? At least we've found a criminal suspect." Lu Xiufeng smiled and lit a cigarette.
"Just like when I was in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, I identified a criminal suspect, Miao Qingshan, but he ran away and was still wanted."
"Yes, if you have to understand it that way, then that's what it means," Lu Xiufeng said.
"Work is part of life," Yang Guanfeng said with a smile. "It's to live. You can't treat it as all of life. You have to work happily."
"You're quite open-minded."
"What can I do if I'm not open-minded?" Yang Guanfeng asked. "Isn't this not going to solve the problem?"
"Well, I'm really tired. I want to sleep for a while."
"Well, I won't disturb you. Go to sleep." Lu Xiufeng smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He went out and gently closed the door.
"Have a good sleep."
After leaving the house, Lu Xiufeng lit another cigarette.
"What kind of case is this?!"
In fact, he was also very annoyed. It was just that he had a good mentality and regarded work as a pleasure. He liked to challenge those more difficult cases. However, if the difficulty of the case was too high, then it was not a challenge, but a kind of torture. In his more than ten years of work, he had come into contact with at least hundreds of cases, and there was no lack of cases that were very difficult to solve. These cases were very challenging, but he also enjoyed it very much. However, the cases that he came into contact with here were really not the same.
He felt like he had a thousand things to do. One pit after another, and the Valley of Thousands of Medicine was the biggest pit.
Bah!
"Captain Lu."
"Eh, Secretary Guo, what brings you here?" After seeing the person who came, Lu Xiufeng was slightly surprised. This young county party secretary should also be scratching his head recently, right?
"Ah, nothing much. I was just passing by and wanted to check on the progress of the case." Guo Zhenghe took out a cigarette and handed it to Lu Xiufeng.
"Thank you."
"Well, the case is still in the process of being solved," Lu Xiufeng said. "So far, there has been no breakthrough. Secretary Guo, you don't have to be too anxious. The province attaches great importance to this case, and we will do our best."
"Well, thank you for your hard work," Guo Zhenghe said with a smile.
"It's my pleasure," Lu Xiufeng said.
"Where is Captain Yang?"
"Ah, he said he was not feeling well and is resting in his room."
"The body is the capital of revolution," Guo Zhenghe said. "No matter what you do, you have to pay attention to your body first."
"Yes, Secretary Guo is right."
"Are you free tonight? I'll treat you two to dinner."
"Tonight is no problem," Lu Xiufeng said.
"Okay, then you can tell Captain Yang later that I'll be the host tonight and treat all of you."
"Well, I'll tell him when he wakes up," Lu Xiufeng said.
After a few more words, Guo Zhenghe left.
"Ah, this young secretary, you really can't judge a book by its cover!" Lu Xiufeng left with a cigarette in his mouth.
In the mountain village thousands of miles away …
"Master."
"You're not on duty?"
"No, I'm off duty. There aren't many people today."
"It's so cold. Who would want to come out?" Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Well, it's cold enough today. When I drove here, the temperature outside was minus 12 degrees, and it's still daytime!"
"If you don't want to come on such cold days, you don't have to. I don't think there will be that many patients," Wang Yao said.
"Ah, I have nothing to do at home," Pan Jun said. "By the way, the Primordial Spirit Soup is selling very well in the outpatient clinic. Many people are looking for it."
"That medicine is indeed good," Wang Yao said with a smile.
It was his prescription, and the herbs used to make the medicine were the best wild herbs. The medicine made by such a combination was naturally "good."
"Is there no other place to sell it in our county?"
"Not at the moment, only your outpatient clinic has it."
"That's good. We'll have a specialty," Pan Jun said with a smile.
"There is one thing. The price can't be set too high."
"Don't worry about that, Master," Pan Jun said. "My sister and I won't make any mistakes on this issue."
Pan Jun came to Wang Yao's clinic after lunch. There was only one patient in the afternoon. It was an old man from the village at the foot of the mountain. It was getting cold and his legs hurt badly. He couldn't stand it anymore and came to Wang Yao's clinic.
"Ah, it's been cold," the old man muttered after sitting down. "My legs hurt badly. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't stand it, I wouldn't have come out on such a cold day!"
"How long has it been?"
"Two days ago, when the weather became cold, I started to feel pain in my legs," the old man said. "These two days, it's getting worse. I can't stand it anymore, so I came to see you."
"I have a hot compress at home, but it doesn't work."
"Let me take a look at you," Wang Yao said.
He tested the old man's knees. They were cold. This was a classic case of poor blood flow.
"Sit down. I'll give you a massage."
After the old man sat down, Wang Yao gave him a massage and two injections. In less than 10 minutes, the old man felt that his legs didn't hurt anymore.
"Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore!" the old man said in surprise.
"It's too cold. Have you hurt your legs before?"
"Yes, I have," the old man said.
"The last time I hurt my legs was also in winter. I didn't get better at that time, so it became an incurable disease. When it's cold, my legs hurt," Wang Yao said.
"That's true!" the old man said.
"I'm afraid of cold weather. My legs are cold. The pain can't be relieved. I don't dare to walk. I can't sleep well at night, even if I heat the kang."
"Alright, I'll prescribe you two more doses of medicine. You'll be fine after you take them."
"Okay, okay," the old man said.
In fact, he lived in the village next door. He had heard about Wang Yao from the villagers, but he was old and didn't want trouble. He waited until his leg was in so much pain that he couldn't take it anymore before he came to see Wang Yao.
"Please wait a moment."
Wang Yao prescribed two doses of medicine for the old man and told him how to decoct and take them. The old man paid and left with the medicine.
He limped when he came. When he left, it was not obvious. The main thing was that his legs didn't hurt anymore.
"This old man's mental state is good," Pan Jun said.
"Well, he's OK. But he has a lot of problems," Wang Yao said.
"Ah, not only his legs?"
Pan Jun asked. "Not only his legs, but also his arms. His heart is not good. If you listened carefully when he came, you would have heard that his heartbeat rhythm was not good. His lungs are not good either. It's caused by long-term smoking," Wang Yao said.
"You saw all these with your eyes?"
"Four medical skills: looking, listening, questioning, and feeling the pulse," Wang Yao said with a smile.
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