School Media Literature | Guarding the Flag of the Medical Hall (Novel)

Author: Liaoning University of Science and Technology student Xu Promise (21 years old)

Courtesy of Visual China

There is a hele medical hall on the east side of the old town.

This medical center has been said to be hundreds of years old, and even the treasurer has been passed down for more than a dozen generations.

The current treasurer is an old man who has just reached the age of knowing his destiny and loves to wear a Zhongshan suit, and he hides in that small medical hall every day. Various medicinal herbs are scattered everywhere, and the taste of soup medicine is ethereal.

Everyone always likes to call him Zheng Wuye, not because he is the fifth oldest in the family, but because he has his own method of diagnosing and treating patients: looking at and hearing and asking.

Speaking of this "occupation", it is inevitable that some people will not believe it, but Zheng Wuye really likes to put the baby-like "Zhou Yi" on the consultation table.

That night, lao Zhang of the tailor shop next door carried the old mother, knocked on the door of the medical hall, and when Zheng Wuye saw that the patient was coughing non-stop and there was blood in the phlegm, he did not even wear a coat, and hurriedly welcomed people in.

Only to see Zheng Wuye measuring Mrs. Zhang's face with a candlestick, he turned to reach out and asked, "But repairing the house at home?" ”

"Huh?" Lao Zhang suddenly stayed there: "How do you know?" ”

"The patient has signs of wind chills, fearing that it is caused by a cool wind entering the body." Fifth Master Zheng turned around and grabbed the medicine.

Lao Zhang asked anxiously, "Then what happened to my mother?" ”

"I am old, and the evil wind has entered the heart and lungs, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to heal for a while."

Zheng Wuye reached out and pulled out a few silver needles and inserted them into Mrs. Zhang's forehead, and in a few moments, Mrs. Zhang woke up.

This can spoil old Zhang Le, and he even thanked him. Zheng Wuye waved a big hand: "No problem, it is a matter of responsibility." ”

Mrs. Zhang was old and her speech was not clear: "Please... Fifth Master Zheng took a look at my old lady... When can I report to Yama? ”

"Mother!" Old Zhang screamed.

Zheng Wuye's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to pinch his fingers: "You have a good rest, but before the fate has arrived, the King of Yan will not summon you!" ”

Mrs. Zhang listened to the joy of haosheng and said continuously: "Quick, give Zheng Wuye money." ”

As Zheng Wuye said, Mrs. Zhang, who has always been ill, actually passed the New Year peacefully. In March, it was warm and cold, and Mrs. Zhang suffered from lung disease again, and once again went to the door for help.

Zheng Wuye took the pulse, occupied the gua, and instructed Mrs. Zhang: "You are good to rest, I will go to you to eat zongzi at the Dragon Boat Festival!" ”

Mrs. Zhang was naturally happy and stuffed a small bag of silver for Zheng Wuye.

May 5 soon arrived, Zheng Wuye really came to visit Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang was wrapping rice dumplings and steaming rice dumplings with her female relatives, and she was full of joy.

Before leaving, Zheng Wuye pulled Lao Zhang aside and said, "The old lady is not having a good time this June, so she must take good care of her!" ”

These words inevitably went against the ear, and Lao Zhang reluctantly handed over a few copper plates, after all, people helped to take advantage of it.

Zheng Wuye stretched out his hand to resign. Lao Zhang was not polite, directly put the money back into his pocket, and said: Isn't this obviously too little?

In early summer, the devil's cannons approached the old city, and Mrs. Zhang was frightened by the cannon and drove the crane west.

One time is a coincidence, the second time is a coincidence, what about the third time? Gradually, more and more people came to find Zheng Wuye, some of them saw a doctor, and some of them borrowed medical treatment to take advantage of it.

Seeing that Zheng Wuye's wallet was getting more and more drummed, people were talking about it: Zheng Wuye had changed, and he no longer lived by diagnosing diseases, but on occupation for a living.

The devil's victory became more and more obvious, and the people in the city also ran a lot, but Lao Zhang moved the bench at the entrance of the store and asked Zheng Wuye, who was looking at the distance in a daze: "Is our city going to disappear?" ”

Zheng Wuye touched his finger and said, "The vicissitudes of the Heavenly Dao, the Dao Fa is natural, the city is still a city, it will not change!" ”

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, ask me what to do?"

Early the next morning, the devil entered the city. The devil's head went straight to the Hele Medical Hall and asked Zheng Wuye to diagnose the disease.

Zheng Wuye's eyes narrowed, and he pinched his fingertips for half a day: "Go against the heavens, and the heavens will surrender." The devil listened, and said "Baga! "Just throw Fifth Master Zheng into prison."

Zheng Wuye miscalculated!

But in the second half of the month, Zheng Wuye's medical center returned!

Why? Because the large troops of the Eighth Route Army carried large knives and guns, they were stunned to take the city back after the bloodsight!

Zheng Wuye was not wrong! Everything is still as shown!

As the sun set and the moon rose and the stars shifted, the Eighth Route Army not only took the old city back, but also planted red flags throughout China.

Lao Zhang still sat at the door of the shop and said to Zheng Wuye, who was drying medicinal herbs: "You, just change your career to fortune telling!" ”

"This is not fortune telling, this is metaphysics, it is the I Ching."

"Hahahahaha!" Lao Zhang laughed: "That is also the way to make money?" ”

"I'm not a person who sells metaphysics for a living, I'm just a person who gives hope."

Lao Zhang was stunned. Isn't it! What you buy with the ocean is a word of peace, and what you send is a hope!

Lao Zhang asked again, "Then do you continue to see a doctor for treatment?" ”

"Hmm." Fifth Master Zheng clapped his hands, then sat down on the steps in front of the medical hall and glanced at the red flag flying on the city wall: "This thought will not change." ”

Source: China Youth Daily client