Zhang Heping No. 1 is hard to find, and Zhong Yue has no choice. Huang Sanli has no time to communicate with Zhong Yue about calligraphy and painting, so he doesn't come to the door without any worries. Compared with calligraphy and painting, Huang Sanli may be more concerned about his granddaughter who is like duckweed. Zhong Yue felt more and more that his cold eyes that seemed to have seen through all the favors and disgraces in time were so difficult.

It is not easy to live in Shanghai. Whether it is an ants or a tiger or a wolf, struggling at this corner to the sea, all are fighting for their future life. However, some people are lucky to live.

Cao Danqing called from Beijing and said that the exchange meeting would last for a few more days. He told Zhong Yue to practice Chinese painting techniques well. Zhong Yue absent-mindedly deal with this. He was really not in the mood to practice calligraphy and painting at this moment. His mobile phone was spinning at the fingertips. Mr. Xi, Mr. Han, Kang Min, and Cao Danqing all asked them all, but they all said there was no way. Zhong Yue could only sigh. He had been to the Shuigou long ago. No one went to the clinic to see a doctor. If everyone thought about going to the back door, then this rule would not have been established for decades and no one could change it.

The door was knocked.

Zhong Yue came to his senses and stood up to open the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is it Mr. Zhong Yue?" The old man was wearing a Zhongshan suit, looking like the old farmer Zhong Yue saw in the countryside. However, in Shanghai, Zhong Yue rarely saw people dressed like this. Even old men were generally dressed very fashionable. They were either suits or jackets.

Zhong Yue nodded, "I am."

The old man stuffed the note into the watch bag on his chest and said with a smile: "It seems that I have found the wrong place. My name is Zhang Heping, and I came here to visit Mr. Zhong."

"Oh, what are you...? What's your name?"

"Zhang Heping, oh, his name is Zhonghe. The honorary director of Xiling Seal Society, but it was a ten-year-old job in Xiling."

Zhong Yue frowned, from Xiling Seal Society?

No, isn’t it an old Chinese doctor?

Is it just the same name?

This is a bit coincidental.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Zhang Heping looked at Zhong Yue's dazed look and asked.

Zhong Yue came to his senses and said, "Dare you ask if the old man lives in a ditch?"

"Oh, yes."

Zhong Yue took a step back, opened the door, and said, "Please sit inside, sir."

When he heard Zhang Heping say yes, Zhong Yue's heart was settled and he was done. He didn't believe that there was a second Zhang Heping in the ditch. While Zhang Heping was still looking at the building in the study yard, Zhong Yue quickly sent a text message to Huang Youwei, telling her the news about Zhang Heping in the study, but followed her with a smile.

What he has to do now is to delay Zhang Heping here as much as possible so as not to lose both Huang Youwei and his grandson.

"Mr. Mr. Zhong?"

"Oh, sorry. What did Dr. Zhang say? I didn't hear it clearly just now." Zhong Yue put his phone in his pocket and looked over with a smile.

Zhang Heping smiled, "I said, I didn't expect Mr. Zhong to live in such a paradise, which is really enviable."

"Just jokingly. This is not a paradise. At most, the buildings are more antique. Dr. Zhang just said that it was from Xiling Seal Society, so he knows Mr. Qian Yunyao and Mr. Qian?" Zhong Yue thought for a while. Zhang Heping reported to his family. He was not a Chinese medicine practitioner, but as an honorary director of Xiling Seal Society. It seems that it must be related to the last time the work was published.

"Oh, it's about him." Zhang Heping handed the file bag to Zhong Yue. "This is the original manuscript of the work you sent to Lin'an City, the sample version of the book. Shao Shouyun, the president of Xiling Seal Society, sent it to me. I'll ask me to learn more about it. If you have any questions, I'll talk to you, the author."

"So fast?" Zhong Yue was a little surprised by Xiling's actions. He originally thought that if he had to design and type a book for several months after publishing it, how long has it been, half a month, and it would have been enough?

He opened the color page book and looked at it. It was beautifully printed and handwriting was beautiful. Each page was about four lines. It occupies about three-fifths of the paper color system, which looked very pleasing to the eye. When Qian Yunyao sent a letter, he specifically reminded Zhong Yue that the use of color paper should be used, and the size and size standard also required details. For this reason, Zhong Yue specially exchanged paper from the system mall, so when typing, it saved the trouble of cutting pictures and rearrangement, and it looked completely unpretentious.

"Well, that's pretty good. Dr. Zhang, you do it. I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Zhang Heping smiled, "It seems that Mr. Zhong knows that I'm going to have a medical treatment in the ditch."

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and smiled, "Who doesn't know that Dr. Zhang's family was born in Shanghai and was the descendant of Zhang Zhongjing, a famous doctor in the Han Dynasty."

"That was the past when I passed the whole trip. Now I don't have enough staff, including my wife, I have been on duty and have been admitted to the hospital."

"That's really a great skill to save the world."

"I dare not, don't dare. If you don't talk about this, I came here this time. Shouyun asked me to ask you if you took the time to go to Lin'an City?"

Zhong Yue put the teacup in front of Zhang Heping, intentionally or unintentionally talking about the topic, "Shouyun? What you are talking about..."

"Oh, I just mentioned to you that she is the current president of Xiling Seal Society, Shao Shouyun. She is also a famous Jinshi family and calligrapher in China today."

Zhong Yue smiled, "I have very little research on seal carving, so I don't know much about it. Does Dr. Zhang have a detailed explanation? Oh, if you have something to do, then forget it."

"It's okay, I usually don't come to the clinic in the afternoon, so I'm here to talk to you."

"I heard that Dr. Zhang usually only sees three people in the morning. Since you have such a good medical skills, why don't you see more?"

Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Look at a few more? Mr. Zhong, I ask, is it more to read one more?"

“It doesn’t seem to be much.”

"What about seeing one more?"

"Five...it's okay. Zhong Yue recalled the doctors in the hospital, and no one was seen in half a day for thirty or forty people."

Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Where did you see fifty people that morning?"

“That’s a little bit too much.”

"I can't finish watching it for the afternoon?"

Zhong Yue frowned, but he asked himself, and said, "This is something that Dr. Zhang, you decided by yourself."

"Yes, I decided myself. There are so many patients in the world who can't finish seeing them. Since that's the case, I'm seeing three patients a day, and this is nothing wrong with it."

“…”

Zhang Heping took a sip of tea and said, "There are probably two types of people who come to see me for treatment. One is a suspicious disease, and always suspects that he has a terminal illness. The hospital cannot find anything, so he comes to see me. In fact, they are not sick themselves, and want to be at ease. Sometimes when they wait, they become impatient and are too lazy to come over."

"There is another type of person who has a terminal illness and the hospital has issued a critical illness notice. Some people have only been in a few months and want to struggle to death. I prescribe some prescriptions to make them live more comfortable. Some people are in a cheerful mood, live longer, and even slowly heal themselves. There are examples of this, so I have been telling those patients that I am not a miracle doctor, what I can help you is to regulate your body and mood. People are very tenacious lives. As long as you want to survive, there is nothing to stop you."

"You said so well." Zhong Yue said.

Zhang Heping shook his head and smiled, "You think it's good, that's because you're a healthy person. Those who suffer from serious illnesses think that if you get sick, it's the doctor's business. If you can't treat it well, it's because the doctor's medical skills are not good. I never thought that I would also participate in the treatment of the disease. Some people I told him to be optimistic, but they were so anxious that they were sunken all day long, their eyes were sunken and they had insomnia all day long. With such a mental state and overdrawn body, how can they cure the disease?"

"Yes, you made sense."

Zhang Heping suddenly noticed something and changed his mind, "Hey, why did you get involved in treating the disease? Mr. Zhong, do you have any hidden diseases? I want me to help you see?"

"Oh, I don't..."

The sound of ringing the doorbell suddenly came from outside the door.

Zhong Yue glanced at the phone and said, "But I have a ruthless invitation. I have a friend and I want to ask Dr. Zhang to show her. She is really desperate."

When Zhang Heping heard that he had indeed come to the doctor, he smiled and said, "Okay. Today is me, I'm 'self-investing the net'. Since Mr. Zhong, you have been doing this for me for so long, I'll break it and just give it a look. As for prescriptions, it's not possible."

When Zhong Yue heard that Zhang Heping was willing to show it, he was immediately happy, "Just as long as Dr. Zhang calls me Zhong Yue. I'll go open the door, please wait for a moment."

Zhong Yue ran over quickly and opened the door.

Huang Sanli looked a little anxious and surprised, "Zhong Yue, Doctor Zhang is really here with you?"

Zhong Yue glanced at the figure behind Huang Sanjia. Huang Youwei was wearing a khaki short tweed today, looking lazy, and the flat-brimmed round hat on her head covered the broken hair on her forehead.

"Well, come in. I agreed to Dr. Zhang and he promised to take a look."

Huang Sanjia has always been cruel. Although he has been washing his hands for decades, he still can't live up to the past. However, at this moment, it feels different. He looks at Zhong Yue with some gratitude, "That's great. Zhong Yue, I don't thank you for your kindness. I, Huang Sanjia, remember this love."

"Third Master, don't say that. Youwei helped me take pictures before..."

"Talking more."

If Zhong Yue didn't continue talking, it seemed that Huang Youwei came to help him shoot an advertisement, but she didn't tell Huang Sanjia.

The three of them walked into Gengyunxuan. Zhang Heping stood up, looked at the grandfather-grandson brought in by Zhong Yue, and smiled and said, "Hello."

"Hello Dr. Zhang."

Zhang Heping said, "Zhong Yue just told me that since they have come, I'm embarrassed to let you go for a waste of time. Is this little girl going to see a doctor?"

"Doctor Zhang, this is my granddaughter Youwei, please show it."

"Well, looking at the complexion, I felt a little deficient in both qi and blood. I stretched out my hand and I took my pulse."

Huang Youwei stretched out her hand.

Zhang Heping put a pack of tissues on the table, "Come on, put it on here. I'm not a doctor here, so I didn't bring any pulse pillows or anything else." Some old-spotted hands touched the jade hand with thin and beautiful fingers, and subconsciously moved them away.

He said in shock: "So cold!"
Chapter completed!