The food in the Cheng family is really good, especially after Mr. Cheng's condition began to improve, the food level has risen sharply.

In the morning, eat dumplings, dumplings, and noodles. For lunch and dinner, have three dishes, one soup, and one dessert. The main food is either rice or pancakes, real rice and white noodles.

It was the ginseng chicken soup, which Meng Zezhi had eaten twice.

——After all, Cheng Guangzhi from his family is in the black market and is not short of money.

Before God knows, Meng Zezhi almost vomited after eating sweet potatoes, potatoes and seafood for two months.

But no matter how good the Cheng family's food was, Meng Zezhi didn't plan to stay here any longer.

"Congratulations to the old man, the condition has been brought under control." Meng Zezhi took back the hand on the pulse of the old man Cheng and said with a smile.

"Thanks to Doctor Lin." The old man gasped lightly, his expression hard to hide his excitement. He was lying on the bed. Although he was still very weak, his complexion looked much better.

"I'll give you a few more prescriptions." Meng Zezhi said.

Hearing this, Doctor Zhao who was waiting on the side quickly handed him the pen and medical record book in his hand.

Dr. Zhao's mood is not ordinary complicated.

He received an orthodox modern medical education, and like most of his colleagues, in his eyes, traditional Chinese medicine is a pseudoscience and should be swept into the garbage heap of history.

However, he witnessed Meng Zezhi bringing Old Master Cheng back from the brink of death.

Is this still the traditional Chinese medicine he knew?

Shocked, confused, embarrassed... all turned into depression in the end.

It would be great if he studied Chinese medicine, at least he wouldn't be blind, and he didn't even know how he cured Mr. Cheng.

"Thank you."

Meng Zezhi took the pen and paper and prepared three recipes in a row.

After checking it carefully, he handed the recipe to Cheng Jichang.

"You are this?" Cheng Jichang looked surprised.

Meng Zezhi explained: "Since the old man's condition has been controlled, I don't need to keep staring at it, just use the decoction to slowly adjust the old man's body."

He warned: "I marked the serial numbers on these three prescriptions. One dose each in the morning, noon and evening, for a month. After a month, I will give the old man another injection, and by the way, I will change to a new prescription."

"Oh well."

Now that Meng Zezhi has opened his mouth, even if the Cheng family wants to keep him, they will not be able to.

Although the Cheng family is powerful, who would let his father's life be held in his hands? Moreover, his family would never dare to offend a doctor who could even cure a terminal illness. It was not certain that they would have to come to the door one day, so they had always been polite to Meng Zezhi. Even if there are many doubts about Meng Zezhi's identity in his heart, he just doesn't know what to do.

"Why don't you stay at my house for a few more days, you have been by my side these days, and you haven't been out much, I will let Guangzhi accompany you to play in the city for a few days..."

"No," Meng Zezhi said with a smile, "I appreciate the kindness of the old man. Isn't this my daughter's monthly leave tomorrow, so I happened to be going back with her. And isn't your daughter and son-in-law coming back tonight?"

He was talking about Cheng Qingfang, the youngest daughter of Mr. Cheng.

Cheng Qingfang married her husband Peng Yazhong at the age of eighteen, and the two families were barely a match. Cheng Qingfang was pregnant with a child when she was 20 years old, just to save Peng Yazhong's drowning younger brother. She suffered a miscarriage and suffered serious sequelae. After that, she could not conceive a child for more than ten years.

Later, Peng Yazhong's younger brother died in the turmoil, and Peng Yazhong became the only son in the family. The attitude of the Peng family changed immediately, and Peng Yazhong was a typical mother and boy. Cheng Qingfang suffered a lot for this. Fortunately, Peng Yazhong later The family was devastated, but the Cheng family was rehabilitated...

In Cheng Jichang's words, the Peng family wanted to cling to the Cheng family, but Cheng Qingfang took their relationship too seriously, and with other messy concerns, the two were so deadlocked.

The Cheng family hoped that Meng Zezhi could help Cheng Qingfang take a look, but Meng Zezhi agreed.

"That's it," the old man nodded, "I'll ask Guangzhi to see you off then."

"That would be troublesome." Meng Zezhi was not polite, anyway, he didn't want to squeeze the bus anymore.

"Should be."

Cheng Qingfang and his wife arrived at Cheng's house the next morning, and they had been out on business before.

"Doctor Lin, how is it?" Cheng Qingfang asked cautiously.

"Put your tongue out for me to see." Meng Zezhi retracted his hand from her wrist.

"Ah—" Cheng Qingfang opened her mouth quickly.

Meng Ze took a closer look, then took out a silver needle and pierced the Quchi point on her arm: "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Qingfang closed her mouth: "It's a little numb."

Meng Zezhi took back the silver needle: "When was the last time you went back to the hospital for an examination?"

Cheng Qingfang was stunned for a while, then thought back carefully: "That was more than ten years ago."

Since being confirmed by the hospital that she lost her reproductive function, she has never stepped into the hospital on her own initiative, but has taken the initiative or been forced to eat a lot of home remedies.

"There's nothing wrong with your body," Meng Zezhi said.

"what?"

Not only Cheng Qingfang, but everyone present was stunned.

Meng Zezhi looked at Peng Yazhong: "Come here, I will give you a pulse."

"Me?" Peng Yazhong was breathing slightly, obviously realizing something.

When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in front of Meng Zezhi.

"Do you stay up all night often?" Meng Zezhi asked.

"Well." Peng Yazhong nodded hesitantly.

At first, was worried about children and couldn't sleep at night. Later, was sent to a farm. Next to residence was a pig farm, so couldn't sleep peacefully day and night.

"Always nosebleeds for no reason."

"……Ok."

"I get dizzy in winter."

"Well." Peng Yazhong's voice became lower and lower.

...

"Don't stay up late in the future, I'll give you two recipes to eat first." Meng Zezhi took the pen and paper.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin." Peng Ya collapsed in the center. He didn't expect the problem to be himself. He almost didn't dare to look at the Cheng family.

Hearing the rustling sound of the pen tip across the paper in her ear, Cheng Qingfang couldn't help crying, and the voice became louder and louder, which contained grievance and relief.

That afternoon, Cheng Guangzhi drove Meng Zezhi home with a large and small bag.

Lin Xiaolu's life at school was not satisfactory.

When she was studying in the county, she didn't think so, because at that time the classmates around her were from similar backgrounds as her, and when she got to the city secondary school, she knew what poverty and wealth represented.

Her classmates from good families can eat meat every day, they wear high-end shopping malls, and they can often eat snacks.

Of course, it wasn't that she couldn't afford it, she just couldn't bear it, after all, the money was earned by her father.

But that didn't stop her from feeling inferior.

Later, her father suddenly sent her a lot of things, watches, vanishing cream, leather shoes...

Probably because of her vanity, she couldn't help learning to show off her things from the classmates in the class, but what she attracted was not envious eyes, but a burst of cynicism and even slander.

Because everyone knew that her father was an ordinary fisherman.

Lin Xiaolu was depressed, she didn't understand how things could turn out like this.

Fortunately, the school is finally on vacation, and she will be able to go home soon. Thinking of this, she felt a little better.

As soon as she left the school gate, she saw her father waving at her: "Xiaolu——"

Lin Xiaolu was a little unbelievable, she ran over quickly: "Dad? Why are you here?"

"Pick you up and go home." Meng Zezhi touched her head.

Seeing this scene, the students in the past could not help slowing down.

"Hey, isn't that Lin Xiaolu?"

"Is that Lin Xiaolu from the accounting major who slapped his face and made him fat because of his vanity?"

"It's her."

Hearing the pointing voice in her ear, Lin Xiaolu couldn't help biting the corner of her lips.

"Is that her father?"

"Looks like, I heard her call Daddy."

"Didn't it say that her father's money was all obtained by cheating, so what happened to the car beside him?"

car?

Lin Xiaolu looked behind Meng Zezhi subconsciously, only to realize that a strange man was standing beside his father.

"This is Cheng Guangzhi. The person from the family who asked my father to see a doctor. He will send us home. You can just call him Brother Cheng."

It turned out to be really a doctor's visit, which means that her father's money was not obtained by cheating, but was earned in a fair and honest way.

Lin Xiaolu's eyes widened, the depression that had accumulated in her chest for days disappeared instantly without a trace.

She turned her head, met those who were still pointing, and glared back fiercely.

Seeing the embarrassment of these people, Lin Xiaolu felt relieved.

"Are you in a better mood?" Meng Zezhi said with a smile.

"Father, how did you know?" Lin Xiaolu was a little embarrassed.

"I watched you come out of the school with a face."

In the original plot, similar things happened after the predecessor was taken back to the Lu family. In fact, Lin Xiaolu can't be blamed for being too flamboyant, after all, her age is there. Even if an adult suddenly becomes rich, there will inevitably be a nouveau riche mentality.

But at that time, his predecessor was crushed by Lu Yanfeng and his son, and he couldn't help Lin Xiaolu at all. In addition, Lu Yanfeng's daughter Lu Qing fanned the flames. Over time, Lin Xiaolu, who was suffering from cold and violence, became more and more withdrawn and had a mental breakdown at one point.

It's different now, with him supporting Lin Xiaolu.

"I didn't think about it properly at first, but now that it has happened, I hope you can learn from this lesson, and don't be arrogant or impetuous in whatever you do in the future."

"Yeah." Lin Xiaolu nodded solemnly, this kind of suffering is enough.

"Okay, get in the car, let's go home." Meng Zezhi said.

"good."

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Linjia Village, and everyone in the village went out to sea.

After moving all the things in the car into the house, Meng Zezhi remembered something, and he immediately took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "By the way, I almost forgot about the business, this is for you, you will find a chance for you. Auntie."

"This is-" Cheng Guangzhi took a look at it: "Prescription?"

"Didn't you say that there is nothing wrong with my aunt's body?" After speaking, he reacted: "What do you mean?"

"Well." Meng Zezhi nodded.

He is not good at commenting on Cheng Qingfang's emotional problems, but he understands the mood of the Cheng family, and since Mr. Cheng is his first patient, he doesn't mind doing a little favor.

In this way, Cheng Qingfang's life in Peng's family should be much better.

"Doctor Lin has a heart." Cheng Guangzhi had a gentle face, and then he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help asking: "Is Peng Ya in him?"

"His body was very depleted, so he prescribed some tonics."

As for those nosebleeds, dizziness, and so on, this is always the case when people are tired and hungry. After all, Peng Yazhong was undergoing reform through labor on the farm at that time.

With the fact that he cured Mr. Cheng's illness, Peng Yazhong would never doubt his diagnosis, nor would he go outside to advertise his infertility.

This is also the main reason why Meng Zezhi dared to do so.