Chapter 115 Cohabitation in the First Hospital

Hearing Yang Yanzhao's mention, Zhang Qian quickly answered and went to invite Luo's daughter, while Han Guo Hua said that he wanted to buy some rice and went out with him.

When Wen Zhongshu walked out of the room, he saw that there was only Yang Yanzhao, and he was immediately puzzled, "Brother Yanzhao, why are you the only one left? Where did Brother Qiu Bai and Brother Guangbi go?

Throwing the cooked food and snacks in his hand to Wen Zhongshu, Yang Yanzhao sat down on the steps, "Qing'er is good at medical skills. I asked Brother Qiu Bai to bring her here. Brother Guangbi should have gone out for a walk."

"Thank you, Brother Yanzhao."

Wen Zhongshu said gratefully. The latter understood that he should thank him for this visit. He thought that no outsider had come to their humble courtyard for a long time.

A gentle smile hung at the corners of his mouth, "Why did Brother Bingyang say that? You and I know each other and haven't visited the old lady here for months. It's already a loss of politeness.

The snacks in the oil paper are a little bit of our people's heart. Brother Bingyang, it's better to send it in first. The old lady is weak, and it may be better to eat some.

Wen Zhongshu thanked again and quickly sent the snacks and braised vegetables into the room. Soon, Yang Yanzhao could hear Wen Li's voice from inside.

"Bingyang, how can this make you help your mother to thank her quickly."

"Mother, everything is fine. They are all close friends of the child. You can eat some snacks in the room and have a good rest. The child comes to entertain Brother Yanzhao."

With that, Wen Zhongshu pushed away the faded wooden door of Zhu Hong, walked out, and sat on Yang Yanzhao's side. "Brother Yanzhao, thank you very much."

"Brother Bingyang, I really didn't realize that you are so polite, or it should be said that you are sour and corrupt."

For Yang Yanzhao's joke, Wen Zhongshu smiled carelessly, and then looked at the semi-black foggy yard and sighed, "If Brother Yanzhao doesn't say it, I don't know that the little lady of the Luo family is actually a person with excellent medical skills. My mother's cold and dampness has been around for many years. I really hope that the little lady of the Luo family can have a good rejuvenation, so that She has less pain.

Hearing the sad Qing in Wen Zhongshu's words, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help exhorting him, "Don't worry, Brother Bingyang, Qing'er's medical skills are also a small achievement. It should be able to relieve some pain for the old lady. By the way, tomorrow is the winter test. Can Brother Bingyang be ready for a try?"

Hearing Yang Yanzhao mention the winter test, Wen Zhongshu's eyes obviously had a little brilliance, but then it faded. "Brother Yanzhao, to be honest, Wen Bingyang braved being laughed at by others and stayed in Suiyang Academy just to get ahead one day, but these are nothing compared with my mother.

When I was young, I was stubborn and did not work hard in books, so Taizu created a wise world, but I was not as good as my name.

Later, I regretted it, read it day and night, and studied hard, but I was no longer waiting for me. My mother was sick in many years of hard work, so several scientific tests in the Kaibao year were finally lost.

For this reason, my mother is also depressed. In this way, her body is even thinner. Alas, it's all Wen Bingyang's fault. If I had known this, I should have accepted the ridiculous madness and been kindly attentive to the way of the sages.

Self-reproach is full of Wen Zhongshu's words, which also makes Yang Yanzhao finally understand why he is full of talent in his heart, but he is still working hard for his fame.

"The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words. Now I'm full of sorrow, and I still want to talk about it.

Somehow, this sad sentence came to Yang Yanzhao's mind, and inadvertently, he also whispered it.

"Brother Yanzhao said that he is really worried now, but he wants to say no..."

Wen Zhongshu sighed deeply and echoed with emotion. At this time, Yang Yanzhao also woke up from his emotion, "Brother Bingyang, the deceased is like Sifu, and you don't want to give up day and night. You are just a year of standing. When you meet the King Wen in the year of Taiwang, you helped Zhou to destroy the merchants and live forever, so Brother Bingyang can't be lightened."

Perhaps he was infected by Yang Yanzhao's words, Wen Zhongshu showed an easy-going smile, "What Brother Yanzhao taught is that Wen Bingyang should live and stand up."

As he spoke, his footsteps came from outside the campus. After a while, he saw Han Guohua coming in. Behind him, he followed the clerk in the rice shop opposite the alley that Wen Zhongshu knew.

"Son, where can I put these rice grains?"

Seeing the messy firewood in the yard, the little ones carrying the belt couldn't help asking Han Guohua, who heard the words and looked at Wen Zhongshu sitting on the steps.

"Let me go and put it here."

To the surprise of South Korea, Wen Zhongshu did not show any dissatisfaction. He got up and patted the dust behind him, and led the clerk of the rice shop to the room on one side.

"It's great that Brother Bingyang is not angry."

When he walked to Yang Yanzhao, South Korea Hua whispered, but the latter smiled, "Brother Bingyang can't say anything to see you, but today's matter must have been remembered in his heart. He will definitely repay you wholeheartedly."

"I don't care if I don't report it or not. I just hope that Brother Bingyang's situation can change. In this way, I can rest assured in the book. When the spring comes, I will be famous."

When the little man in the rice shop was sent away, Wen Zhongshu made a fire to cook for the two. Wen Li had been sick for many years, and he didn't care about the gentleman's actions of scribes to stay away from cooking.

With the smoke of cooking, two bowls of batter appeared in front of Yang Yanzhao and Han Guo Hua. Wen Zhongshu said apologetically, "Although Guangbi bought rice, this flour can't be wasted. It's getting late. It's time-consuming to cook. Let's use these to satisfy your hunger."

Looking at the half-floating batter of oil stars, Yang Yanzhao and Han Guohua smiled, took the bowl and ate it. Maybe he was really hungry, or maybe he hadn't eaten coarse grain for a long time. When he ate it, he also felt full of fragrance.

"Brother Bingyang, you are so unrighteous that you come behind my back to eat delicious food for Brother Guangbi and Brother Yanzhao!"

While the three were eating and chatting, Zhang Qian came in familiarly. Behind him, he suddenly followed a group of people.

Needless to say, the two little girls, Bamei and Paifeng, the two little girls in plain clothes, also followed. Xiao Muchen, who helped the Luo girl with the medicine box, could also make sense, but why did Guo Huai come again?

Wen Zhongshu obviously didn't expect that so many people would come, but because he often went to Yang Yanzhao's place for lunch, he was not unfamiliar with Luo's women.

He quickly put down the bowl in his hand and smiled apologetically at Zhang Qian, "It's just some batter. Wen Bingyang didn't know that Brother Qiu Bai would come with Brother Hede and others, so he went to do more, so that you would be hungry."

"No, Brother Wen, Brother Zhang bought some snacks on the street, and we almost ate them in the carriage."

Ba Mei walked to Yang Yanzhao and looked at what he was eating and said to Wen Zhongshu, who was going to the room.

"What the eighth sister said is that Brother Wen, let the slave family take the pulse for the old lady."

Hearing what Luo's daughter said, Wen Zhongshu hurriedly bent over and bowed to her, "There is a little lady of the Luo family."

After being in the room for a long time, Luo's girl pushed the door and came out. Wen Zhongshu's face behind her was a little anxious. Yang Yanzhao and others quickly surrounded her.

"Qing'er, how is the old lady's illness?"

Seeing that there was worry in Yang Yanzhao's words, Luo's daughter did not hide it. "Ryulang, the old lady's body is the deficiency of vitality, and the evil spirit begins to take advantage of the deficiency. Now it has entered the heart, which makes the blood paralyze."

For these, Yang Yanzhao was a little confused and immediately blurted out, "Is it easy to cure?"

"This..."

Luo's daughter said, paused and looked at Wen Zhongshu, who had begun to sweat on her face, and then continued, "The old lady has been suffering from paralysis for a long time, and her stubbornness is deep. There is no chance to recover in a short time. Moreover, the cold winter has arrived, and the wet and cold air is even heavier. There is no warm sun in Brother Wen's home, just like a cold cellar. It goes on like this. I'm afraid..."

The words stopped, and Luo's daughter didn't say any more. The word 'pause' was not strange to Wen Zhongshu, and she also understood the pain her mother suffered, and she immediately felt regretful.

Why didn't I find the heartache under my mother's smiling face at the beginning?

"Qing'er is right, Brother Bingyang, you are in a cold place, and the old lady lives here. In the long run, the paralysis will definitely become more and more serious. It's better to move to our side.

Pai Feng and Ba Mei share a room, and there are just a lot of rooms in Qiu Bai's small courtyard. In this way, it is more convenient to transfer the body of the elderly lady with Qinger.

As soon as Yang Yanzhao said this, South Korea's Hua and Zhang Qian nodded repeatedly, "Brother Yanzhao is very right."

Even the eighth sister blinked her eyes and agreed, "What the sixth brother said makes sense, brother Wen, you can live with the old lady and us. In this way, if you and the sixth brother and Brother Zhang are in Jinshi together, Yuer can also be very shameless to tell others that there are three champions in the family!"

The innocent words of the eighth sister made everyone can't help but laugh.

Finally, under the common lobbying of a group of people, Wen Zhongshu finally said that he would discuss with Wen Li, but Yang Yanzhao and others did not leave, and Wen Li, who was still hesitant in the house, finally nodded.

"Now my mother has also agreed. Brother Yan Zhao, I will bother you in the future."

"It doesn't matter, Brother Bingyang, when are you going to move?"

"It also needs to be said that, Brother Yanzhao, of course, I moved today. I'm going to find a few carriages. In such a gloomy place, even if she lives for a while, she will hurt her body."

With that, South Korea's Hua strode out, and at the time of incense, three carriages were found.

Wen Zhongshu and his son live in poverty and have no long things. Most of them are books and so on, and the rest are things that Wen Li is reluctant to leave and have emotional objects.

Xiao Muchun, Guo Huai and others are all here. There are many people, and it is convenient to move. In a short time, it will be appropriate. However, when the door of the small courtyard is locked, Wen Li is a little reluctant.

After all, I have lived here for many years.

After Wen Zhongshu gave the rice grain bought in South Korea to several neighboring households and said goodbye, the carriage ran over the slightly bumpy masonry road and walked out of the alley.