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Chapter 201 Treatment Methods
"Can it work?" Qi Zhiqiang looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously.

It wasn't that Qi Zhiqiang didn't want to believe Wang Zhong, but that Wang Zhong was too young, and the two families had been married for many years, so Qi Zhiqiang grew up watching Wang Zhong grow up.

Although Wang Zhong has changed a lot in the past few years, Qi Zhiqiang can be regarded as having read books and served as a soldier. Although he does not have much knowledge, he still has some knowledge. Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. The older you are, the whiter your hair and the higher your medical skills.

At Wang Zhong's age, not to mention that he is still a baby, but in people's impression, he is by no means a doctor with superb medical skills.

"Anyway, you are planning to give up, why don't you break the jar and let me try!"

"What if there is hope?" Wang Zhong looked at Qi Zhiqiang confidently with a smile on his face.

As if infected by Wang Zhong's self-confidence, Qi Zhiqiang's anxiety and fear of death dissipated a lot, and hope rekindled in his eyes: "Is it really possible?"

Looking at Wang Zhong, at this moment, in Qi Zhiqiang's eyes that were already shrouded in silence and despair, a cluster of faint flames that symbolized hope, like a match burning fireworks, were burning brightly.

"I'll know if you try it or not!" Wang Zhong looked into Qi Zhiqiang's eyes, and the eyes of the two met in mid-air. Looking at Wang Chongping and the faint confidence in his eyes, Qi Zhiqiang somehow lost his complicated and tangled emotions. It also gradually calmed down.

"You're right. Anyway, you've reached this point. You'll know if you try it." As he spoke, the sorrow hidden in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Come, have a drink!" Qi Zhiqiang raised his glass to Wang Zhong, feeling much better.

Wang Zhongdao: "Starting tomorrow, spend at least one hour every day to come to my place."

"There's still wine. After drinking this glass, I'm about to quit drinking."

"Wine and sex are the most harmful to the body. Now you must try to preserve the vitality in your body as much as possible, and the matter between men and women can no longer continue!"

"It's better not to do too heavy work."

"Forehead……"

The wine glass that Qi Zhiqiang had handed to his mouth just stopped there, he hurriedly moved his eyes away, avoiding Wang Zhong's gaze, and drank the wine in the glass with a little embarrassment.

"I see!"

The matter of men and women in Wang Zhong's mouth naturally refers to sexual intercourse. How could Qi Zhiqiang, a young man in his early twenties like Wang Zhong, not feel embarrassed when he said such things to a man in his early forties like Qi Zhiqiang.

The old face is inevitably a little hot, and I don't know how to put it.

After that, until now, Qi Zhiqiang has been insisting on coming to Wang Zhong's side for treatment, from every day at the beginning to once every three days now.

In addition to the set of Taoist health-preserving Baduanjin taught by Wang Zhong himself that Wang Zhong insisted on practicing every day, Qi Zhiqiang could clearly feel that his body was gradually getting better.

Although this process is not fast, the effect can indeed be felt.

With more and more contact with Wang Zhong, the relationship between the two is getting better and better, and Qi Zhiqiang's perception of Wang Zhong is also quietly changing unconsciously.

Sanli put away her schoolbag, picked up the broom, and cleaned the front hall. From time to time, she looked up at the big clock hanging on the wall. When the time came, she hurried in and woke up Qi Zhiqiang who was lying on the hospital bed.

"Sanli? It's you!" When he opened his eyes and saw Sanli standing at the head of the bed, a smile appeared on Qi Zhiqiang's face.

Basically, it was Sanli who woke her up every time, and Qi Zhiqiang was used to it.

"Uncle, how are you feeling?" Sanli asked concerned.

In the past few years, Qi Zhiqiang has been running over to Wang Zhong for treatment. Sanli is not a fool, so how could she not guess what happened.

"Very good!" Qi Zhiqiang wanted to get up after saying that, Sanli hurried forward to support him.

"Uncle, I'm not old yet, so I don't need to be helped!" In front of the children, Qi Zhiqiang will always look gentle and kind.

"Uncle is at the front!" Sanli helped tidy up the hospital bed.

Qi Zhiqiang didn't stop him, took his coat, walked out of the ward to look for Wang Zhong.

"Did you sleep well?"

Seeing that Qi Zhiqiang's face became more and more bright, Wang Zhong couldn't help showing a smile on his face, which showed that his treatment effect was not bad. After a few years, although he hadn't been completely cured, Qi Zhiqiang's body was getting better and better. The head is also very neat.

There is a saying in Chinese medicine that disease comes like a mountain, and goes away like silk.

Chinese medicine is indeed extensive and profound, but it is not as magical as those novels and movies say. In fact, Wang Zhong's treatment is only auxiliary, and the most important thing is Qi Zhiqiang's mentality.

What Wang Zhong did was mainly to help Qi Zhiqiang regain his confidence and hope for life and the future, supplemented by medicine and acupuncture, first to curb the spread of the disease, and then to solve it bit by bit.

Facts have proved that Wang Zhong's psychotherapy works very well.

And there is another point, the five brothers and sisters of the Qiao family have Wang Zhong and Ma Suqin to take care of them, which saves Qi Zhiqiang a lot of effort, so that he will not have to take care of his own family as well as Yicheng and them like in the original plot. In the end, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and couldn't afford to get sick.

"It's pretty good!" Qi Zhiqiang also showed a smile on his face: "I slept very comfortably!"

"This is a good sign!" Wang Zhong said: "After you go back today, you can change it to come back a week later, and then you can spare one day a week to come here, but you must remember to take the medicine I prescribed for you on time."

Qi Zhiqiang said: "Don't worry, I won't forget it!"

Wang Zhong said again: "With your current physical condition, you can resume intercourse properly, but not too often, no more than three times a week!"

"It's best to do it once or twice..."

While Wang Zhong was talking, Qi Zhiqiang felt that his old face was a little red, but fortunately, he had been in contact with Wang Zhong a lot, and he knew that Wang Zhong didn't mean to make fun of him, but was telling himself , so although a little embarrassed, Qi Zhiqiang still pricked up his ears and listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.

After all, Qi Zhiqiang was only in his early forties, and he was in his prime. If it weren't for his health, this would be the time when he was in his prime.

If it's a few more years, it's really going downhill.

Seeing that Qi Zhiqiang didn't speak, Wang Zhong also knew that he was embarrassed, so he held back his smile and said with a serious face: "That's all for now, remember to come and check regularly."

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, Qi Zhiqiang thanked him and hurried away.

Just kidding, it's fine for Wang Zhong to say it, and Sanli will come out soon. If Sanli hears Wang Zhong's words, then Uncle Qi Zhiqiang will have to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Not long after Qi Zhiqiang left, at 05:30, the gate was closed with the help of Sanli, and the uncle and nephew pushed their bicycles and rushed home at a leisurely pace.

"Uncle!"

On the way, Sanli turned to look at Wang Zhong: "How long will my uncle recover from his illness?"

Different from his father Qiao Zuwang's selfishness, Qi Zhiqiang is the same as Wang Zhong, so that Sanli still has [-]% of them can feel the father's love from him.

The children can also clearly feel that Qi Zhiqiang's concern for them is sincere.

"Your uncle's illness is a bit troublesome, and it will take two or three years!" Wang Zhong didn't talk too much, after all, the time is not up, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment.

And symptoms are not always the same.

"Uncle!" Sanli suddenly looked at Wang Zhong seriously, and said, "You must cure Uncle! Uncle is a good man!"

Wang Zhong pushed the bicycle with one hand, rubbed Sanli's head with the other, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will do my best."

"Thank you! Uncle!" Sanli suddenly stopped and said with a serious face.

"Okay!" Wang Zhong also stopped and greeted Sanli, "Why are you being so polite with my uncle, hurry back, your second brother and Aunt Suqin should have already finished the meals!"

Ma Suqin went home early at 04:30 to help Er Qiang wash the vegetables and help Er Qiang cook.

Now Er Qiang is the chef at home. Although his cooking is far inferior to Wang Zhong's, he is not inferior to Ma Suqin who has been immersed in the kitchen for many years in terms of cooking.

Moreover, Ma Suqin is from the Northeast, and her cooking taste is more inclined to the taste of the Northeast. Wang Zhong is in the habit of eating, but Yicheng and the others may not.

However, life was really hard in the past few years. It is good enough to have something to eat and to be full. Who has the spare time to pick and choose.

A bright smile appeared on Sanli's face, and the uncle and nephew walked side by side towards home.

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Wang Zhong looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, and said that there was something wrong with the young man, because this man was much older than Wang Zhong, at least thirty.

He is gentle, elegant, and has a bookish air about him, which makes people feel refreshed and hurried.

"You are Mr. Qingshan?" Wen Qinghua came here because of his reputation. He was originally a teacher in the Department of Literature of Jinling Normal University. In his spare time, he liked to read some literary works. By chance, he came across "Hexi Corridor" written by Wang Zhong. " and "The Rise of the Great Powers" two novels, I admire Wang Zhong's literary talent very much, and I admire Wang Zhong's sophisticated writing skills.

Especially after knowing that Wang Zhong is a native of Nanjing, it took a lot of effort and a lot of contacts to find out Wang Zhong's address and come here admiringly.

But looking at the young and a little too much Wang Zhong in front of him, Wen Qinghua had some difficulty connecting Wang Zhong with the writer Qingshan in his mind.

"Mr. Qingshan, the famous writer who wrote "Hexi Corridor" and "The Rise of Great Powers"?" Wen Qinghua confirmed with Wang Zhong again.

"That should be me!" Wang Zhong replied with a smile, not unhappy because of Wen Qinghua's questioning.

"My name is Wang Zhong. What's your name..." Mr. Wang still smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Oh~~~" Wen Qinghua hurriedly extended his hand and shook hands with Wang Zhong: "My name is Wen Qinghua, and I like your work very much. It happened that a classmate worked in one of the magazines where you published your work, so I asked about your address , wanting to pay a visit to see your true face in Mount Lu."

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

Wen Qinghua's speech was suddenly a little sluggish, mainly because Wang Zhong's youth brought him a greater impact.

"I didn't expect me to be so young!" Wang Zhong pointed his hand sideways and said, "Mr. Wen, come in and sit down!"

Wang Zhong led people into the house and served freshly brewed hot tea. Wen Qinghua was a little uncomfortable and not used to it.

(End of this chapter)