Three days later, the weather was good, Su Dongli moved the bamboo rocking chair to the entrance of the yard and lay leisurely on it and swayed back and forth.

Looking at Chu Chaoyang, who was doing some simple exercises in front of the yard.

"Your body is better than I thought, and your recovery speed is pretty good. If this continues, you will almost be able to return to your fullest state by this time next year."

Originally, her lowest estimate was two years before Chu Chaoyang's feet could return to the same state as before she was not injured.

However, Chu Chaoyang's physique and recovery speed greatly surprised her. It has only been more than four months since he took over the treatment.

Nowadays, when Chu Chaoyang walks, he will not find any problem with his right foot if he doesn't pay attention.

Of course, part of this is because Chu Chaoyang himself deliberately concealed it.

"How fast I can recover is due to your hard work during this period."

"You're saying this well. Just grind me some more mung beans later as a thank you gift."

She has not gone up the mountain these three days, but has been figuring out the medicinal mung bean cake, which is of medicinal food. The final product has been made yesterday.

The taste is much better than that of traditional mung bean cakes. Due to the addition of grass and trees, the effect of calming the mind and reducing fire is very good.

"I will do whatever Dr. Su said."

Chu Chaoyang nodded with a smile, and then moved for a while. He noticed a slight stinging pain from his right Achilles tendon. He immediately stopped and walked to the edge of the tree to sit down.

"I didn't have time to ask two days ago, are you suddenly planning to sell mung bean cake?"

"Make money."

"make money?"

Chu Chaoyang frowned and said, "You are short of money and tell me that I still have two or three hundred yuan. I will get it for you now. If it is not enough, I will go to the town savings station and I will get it for you."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go back to his residence to get the money.

Su Dongli quickly called him.

"I don't want your money. I make money because I want to reduce the pressure on my second brother and save some money for him so that he can find a wife as soon as possible. This is all over twenty."

Chu Chaoyang, who understood her meaning, sat down again and nodded, "Your second brother is indeed a big boss, so you have to hurry up when looking for a wife."

"You two are about the same age, right? Should you also be tight?"

As soon as she said this, Chu Chaoyang was stunned at first, looked at her deeply, and did not answer.

"Brother Chu, Brother Chu, I have your phone number."

At this moment, on the field path in the distance, the village party secretary Su Dequan's grandson shouted at the top of his voice.

"My phone number?"

Chu Chaoyang frowned a little, feeling that the call seemed a bit strange. He knew that the only one here was Su Dongguo. If he called back, he would definitely be looking for Su Dongli. How could he find him?

"Go and answer the phone and walk slowly."

As he said that, Su Dongli stood up and returned to the yard to continue figuring out mung bean cake.

Chu Chaoyang stood up and walked towards the village committee along the field path.

More than ten minutes later, Chu Chaoyang picked up the phone on his desk in the village committee office.

"Hey, I'm Chu Chaoyang."

"Xiaoyang, it's me."

An old voice came from the other end of the phone.

"grandfather?"

Chu Chaoyang was stunned and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

"Hmph, little brat, how did you know? If something big happened, I won't inform my family. Do you still think I am your grandfather or your family?"

Listening to the old man's scolding, Chu Chaoyang showed guilt on his face.

"I don't want to embarrass my grandfather, I don't want people to say that you have such a useless grandson..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? My grandson has always been good, why are you embarrassed me?"

The old man originally called Chu Chaoyang's troops and wanted to ask him if he wanted to go back to celebrate the Spring Festival this year. Only then did he know that Chu Chaoyang was injured and discharged from the army a few months ago.

He was both distressed and angry at the time. He only found out a few months later that this kid didn't call home and talked about it.

After scolding him a few words, he was no longer angry, and some were full of heartache.

"Xiaoyang, I already know your injury. Come back now. Grandpa will find you the best doctor and will definitely cure you."

"Grandpa, my injury is fine. I can walk now. The doctor said that after the rebuilding period, you can recover completely. Don't worry about me."

As soon as he said this, the old man opposite him raised his tone again.

"Xiaoyang is obedient, grandpa will send someone to pick you up immediately. Don't worry, I will pick you up this time, and no one in the family dares to say nonsense."

"Grandpa, you don't have to send someone here. I'm fine here. It's really good. The doctor has to observe the recovery situation every day. After a while, I can walk normally and come back to see you."

"You have to follow my arrangements this time."

"Grandpa, I know you're worried about me, but I'm really good here. Don't worry, always. I'll have something to do. Don't send someone to find me."

As he said that, Chu Chaoyang put down the phone directly without waiting for the other party to speak.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, turned around and walked out of the village committee.

...

In a small, single-family building, in the study on the second floor, an old man with gray hair, listened to the busy voice coming from the phone, and could only swallow the words that had reached their throat.

A heavy sigh was filled with helplessness on his face.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

There was a knock on the door outside, and then a young officer walked in from outside.

"Old leader, Mr. Yun is here."

The old man nodded and stood up and walked outside.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, the white-haired old man sitting on the sofa in the living room immediately stood up and said, "Old Chu, you have to tell me no matter what, today who cured your illness."

When he heard this, the old man named Chu was in a bad mood, shouted impatiently, "You old man, are you annoyed? I have been asking every few months, if I could say it would be too early?"

After his sudden roar, Old Yun, with white hair, was stunned at first, and was not angry, and even showed a slutty look.

"It's not that I'm annoyed. If you don't say that, I'll come every day from now on."

"You, you..."

The old man surnamed Chu was so angry that his fingers were trembling when he pointed at him.

He really had no choice but to sigh heavily and sit down in front of the sofa opposite him.

"If you like, come, I won't say it anyway."

"I said to Old Man Chu, can you die if you say it? You don't know what my personality is. I promise not to go outside and say it's OK?"

Mr. Yun continued angrily, "Look at my dark circles. I can't eat well or sleep well during this period. I'm thinking about what kind of person has cured you and what methods are used."

"If you want to watch me die, you can keep saying it."

His words made the old man surnamed Chu amusement.
Chapter completed!