Chapter 29 He Shengnan (Seeking follow-up reading)
Tiange Village.

A week later, Wang Mengde came again carrying the medicine box.

He had originally planned to visit Daxing in the south of Beijing this weekend, but unexpectedly he was caught by Ran Xiaomei on Saturday night, who asked him to come over today to deliver some fabric to his grandparents.

So he changed his itinerary temporarily and came to Shahe twice.

He arrived at his grandfather's house in the morning, but this time he did not stay at home for long. After putting down the cloth and several bottles of saline, he put on the medicine box on his back and walked towards the surrounding villages with an umbrella in his hand.

Ever since Wang Mengde took back a bottle of sesame oil last time, he ate it and, not knowing whether it was a psychological effect, he felt that the sesame oil that his grandfather exchanged for sesame seeds tasted better than the one he bought in the capital. The sesame oils from his previous life that were mixed with technology and hard work were even more incomparable.

The smell is fragrant, rich and mellow, but not greasy.

He specifically asked Zhao Xiaotao for a few bottles of saline solution, and planned to ask his grandfather to buy a few for him to keep in the space for future use. In a year or two, the country would prohibit private business, and tickets would be required to buy oil.

He spent the whole morning treating patients in the surrounding villages.

When he encountered common diseases, he would try his best to use various folk remedies for treatment. If acupuncture, massage, or cupping could work, he would resolutely not prescribe medicine.

We follow the principle that it would be best if the patient's family doesn't have to spend any money.

When encountering more serious illnesses, due to limited conditions, he usually gives some appropriate suggestions and lets the patients and their families make their own choices.

Since he treated patients for free, the patients' families often gave him a bunch of vegetables or a few salted fish to express their gratitude, and he never refused these things.

At noon, after returning to Tiangezhuang and having lunch, Wang Mengde did not rest but continued to go to the village to treat patients.

It was around four in the afternoon when he saw that the sky had become darker than in the morning. Worried that it would rain and he would not be able to return to the city, he hurried back to his grandfather's house.

I simply packed up the salted fish given by the patient's family, and took a cloth bag of elm seeds and toon seeds that my uncle had prepared in advance.

Toona sinensis is a good thing. It is not only a food ingredient, but also a Chinese medicine.

Most people in Beijing like to eat Chinese toon, especially in rural areas. Almost every household plants it in front of and behind their houses. Those with larger areas will plant a few more trees, while those with smaller areas will only plant one or two trees.

My grandfather planted several toon trees behind the house. Every year in mid-April, when the toon shoots grow to more than ten centimeters, they start picking them. They taste great whether used to stir-fry eggs, serve cold dishes, or make pancakes.

When he was a child, every spring, what Wang Mengde looked forward to most was elm seed dumplings and scrambled eggs with toon.

When I got to the roadside, a bus came by after a while.

We got on the bus. Maybe because of the weather, there were only a few people on the bus today. It was bumpy all the way. When we were almost at the Qinghe Woolen Factory, the whole bus suddenly started shaking as if the accelerator or brake was stepped on. Not long after, it stopped.

The driver came down to check, cursing. A minute or two later, he got back into the car with a helpless look on his face, and announced that the vehicle had temporarily broken down due to lack of gas.

"Master, what should we do?" a female passenger on the bus said anxiously.

"There's no gas, and this place is quite far from the gas station. We can only wait for the car behind us to come and take us back," the driver explained.

"Oh, how long do I have to wait? I have to hurry back to cook for the children." The woman became even more anxious when she heard that she had to wait for the car behind to arrive before she could leave.

"You're out of gas. Why didn't you fill it up earlier? Isn't it wasting our time if you stop here now?" "I can't help it. When we first started, I saw there was still a lot of gas. Who knew it would be used up so quickly." The driver said innocently.

"The next bus is expected to arrive in about an hour."

"So we can only wait here? Is there any other way?"

"Other ways." The driver hesitated for a moment, then said, "There is one way. Go about three miles ahead and you will reach Qinghe Middle School. There is a bus stop nearby with buses to Deshengmen.

But I don't recommend you walk there. After all, the weather is bad today and it's almost dark outside. If something happens halfway there, it will be more trouble than gain."

It is now 55, and the capital and its surrounding areas have been liberated for six years. Even after several years of control, social security is still very complicated, especially outside the city, where people get into trouble from time to time.

After hearing that it was three miles away, the woman stopped making noises and sat there silently. The car fell into silence for a moment.

After a while, several passengers, the driver and the conductor probably felt bored and started chatting in low voices, while Wang Mengde closed his eyes as if he was resting, but in fact his mind was checking medical information in the space.

He compared the patient information he encountered during the day, then searched for the corresponding related content in the space, and then combined it with the knowledge he had learned, and studied it bit by bit.

A few minutes later, his mind withdrew from the space, he calmed down, picked up his things, and started walking forward despite the driver and conductor's dissuasion.

He was going to catch a bus near Qinghe Middle School as the driver mentioned. As for whether he would encounter any danger on the road, Wang Mengde didn't care.

Relying on his own skills and the magic of space, he was confident that he could escape unscathed even if he encountered a few people with guns. He had prepared a lot of things in the space.

Wang Mengde walked quickly forward with his long legs. At this time, the sky was getting darker.

Soon, he arrived near Xiaoying Bridge and found several figures in front of him, standing there motionless. He didn't pay attention at first, but when he walked up to them, he realized something was wrong.

With her back to him was a young girl wearing work clothes and holding a stick in her hand. Opposite her were three young men in their twenties who were semi-surrounding the girl.

One of the men was holding an axe in his hand.

Seeing Wang Mengde approaching, the three men were startled at first. When they realized that he was alone, the man with the knife waved the axe in his hand and threatened:
"Kid, this is none of your business, get out of here if you know what's good for you."

"Okay, okay, I'll go now." Wang Mengde said this, but he moved forward and got closer to the three men little by little.

Estimating that the distance was about right, he took a big step forward quickly and used the rib of the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to hit the arm of the man holding the knife. The man's hand shook, and the axe fell to the ground. Then he was knocked down by a punch.

Seeing this, another man nearby rushed forward with clenched fists, but was tripped by Wang Mengde and fell to the ground. Wang Mengde then kicked him again, temporarily making him unable to stand up.

The last man saw his two companions fall to the ground, so he turned around and ran to the side of the road in fear. Just as Wang Mengde was about to step forward, the girl gave him a flying kick, causing him to follow in the footsteps of his companions.

Wang Mengde quietly took out a flashlight from the space, turned on the light and shone it towards the three people, then said to the girl: "Hello, my name is Wang Mengde."

"Hello, my name is He Shengnan, thank you for what I did just now." The girl turned around and said in a clear voice.

When Wang Mengde saw her appearance clearly in the light of the flashlight, his heart skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)