Standing at the door of the Beijing Office, Zeng Yi was a little puzzled. He had no connection with Qiu Jianting. Why did he suddenly remember to visit Qiu's family?

Could it be that Mr. Qiu is sick?

This was Zeng Yi's first idea, but he soon rejected it again. If Mr. Qiu is really sick, then Pan Baojin should give himself some tips! But when he met Pan Baojin at the Ministry of Health today, Pan Baojin also said that Mr. Qiu is as usual.

Could it be that Qiu Dajun is sick?

This is even more impossible! It’s not that Qiu Dajun cannot get sick, but that even if Qiu Dajun is really sick, the Qiu family will never invite him to come. Everyone knows that they and Qiu Dajun will never stop.

After thinking about it, Zeng Yi didn't understand it, so he had to take out the phone and call Zhang Jiexiong first.

In the eyes of many people, Zeng Yi is very close to the Zhai family and is considered a member of the Zhai family. In the eyes of many people, although Mr. Zhai and Mr. Qiu are both victorious masters in the army, they have many differences in their concepts of governing and strengthening the army, which is considered a bit disagreement.

Of course, Zeng Yi knew that there was no personal grudge between Mr. Qiu and Mr. Zhai, but simply because of different political views, there was no such thing as harmony or disagreement. On the contrary, Mr. Zhai often mentioned Mr. Qiu's heroic past in private when he was fighting.

However, if Zeng Yi went to the Qiu family like this, he would still misunderstand it to many people, so Zeng Yi had to tell Zhang Jiexiong about this matter in advance.

Zhang Jiexiong quickly answered the phone and said, "Have you finished talking about your friendship?"

Zeng Yi smiled bitterly and said, "How can you have any friendship? Don't mention it!"

Zhang Jiexiong also knew what was going on, paused and asked on the phone: "How did Qiu Dajun give up in the end?"

Zeng Yi said, "General Qiu is here!"

Zhang Jiexiong was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Qiu Jianting went there himself. He thought Qiu Jianting would send his secretary to deal with this matter. In this way, Mr. Qiu's current physical condition was very unoptimistic. He said, "It's fine!"

Zeng Yi said again: "General Qiu asked me to come tomorrow!"

Zhang Jiexiong knew what Zeng Yi meant, and it was convenient to ask or not to go to the Qiu family.

Logically speaking, Zeng Yi should indeed be considered a member of the Zhai family. But Zeng Yi is extremely special. If we really want to talk about the importance of the Zhai family, Zeng Yi's weight is even less than Sun Yousheng's. But if you say that Zeng Yi is not important to the Zhai family, it is both a big mistake and a wrong thing. Zeng Yi makes great contributions to the Zhai family if they have the current stable situation.

If you really want to say it, it can only be said that Zeng Yi is away from the Zhai family's layout. He is not any chess piece in the Zhai family's chess game. He has strong independence, but he plays a crucial role in the Zhai family and is irreplaceable.

Zhang Jiexiong could only express his amazement about Zeng Yi's alternative nature. I am afraid that in the officialdom where there are many factions, there is only Zeng Yi's alternative nature.

"General Qiu made an appointment, but he was disrespectful. Then you go there!" Zhang Jiexiong expressed his attitude, Zeng Yi's special nature. It decided whether he went to the Qiu family or not, and the impact would not be great. However, after a pause, Zhang Jiexiong said again: "There is another thing. Xie Quanzhang, the master of the great country, has returned to the capital. Xie and Qiu are friends of life and death."

Zeng Yi was surprised. If this was the case, then it was probably true that Mr. Qiu was sick and was very ill. He said, "I understand!"

"Do what you can!" Zhang Jiexiong reminded him again.

"Then I won't disturb you to rest!" Zeng Yi hung up the phone, thinking to himself what was going on. The Qiu family invited Mr. Xie back to the capital, so why should I ask myself to go over? Zeng Yi indirectly contacted several old medical records of Mr. Xie. Judging from the medical records, Mr. Xie's level is not inferior to his. If Mr. Xie can't do anything, it will probably be difficult for him to have any solution.

In a blink of an eye, Zeng Yi remembered another thing. Li Zhaoxiong once told him that Mr. Xie had a medical book with six-petal plum blossoms as a cover. This may have a lot to do with his grandfather's origin. Li Zhaoxiong had promised to ask before, but unfortunately he had never had the chance to meet Mr. Xie. When he arrived at the Qiu family tomorrow, he would probably meet Mr. Xie.

If you can meet Mr. Xie, it would be great. I hope Mr. Xie can give him some clues.

After so many years, Zeng Yi has never forgotten to find his grandfather's past. Unfortunately, there has been no gains except the clues provided by Li Zhaoxiong. Now that the person who masters this clue is about to appear, Zeng Yi is inevitably a little excited.

When he returned to the room, Zeng Yi lay on the bed for a long time and didn't fall asleep until it was getting lightly dawn, he closed his eyes and sniffed for a while.

While having breakfast, Zhang Weizheng said: "Zeng Yi, you don't seem to have a good rest!"

Zeng Yi smiled and said, "I drank too much at Vice President Wang's dinner yesterday, and I had a headache and didn't sleep well."

Zhang Weizheng smiled and nodded, saying, "You have to do what you can when drinking, just enjoy it, just enjoy it!"

"I think so too, but some alcohol can't be drunk!" Zeng Yi said with a wry smile.

Zhang Weizheng pointed at the breakfast in front of him with chopsticks. There was only one bowl of white porridge and two plates of pickles. He said, "Outsiders say that we eat and drink every day, but we don't know what we really want, but that's all!"

Zeng Yi nodded, and his stomach was so strong that he couldn't stand eating and drinking every day. No matter how delicious the food was, he would get tired of eating every day. If it wasn't for him to eat, but had to eat, it would be a kind of pain and torture.

There were no outsiders in the dining room except Zeng Yi. Zhang Weizheng picked up the bowl and sucked the white porridge, saying, "If there is nothing else, we will return to Dongjiang after dinner."

Zeng Yi had no choice but to say, "I'm about to report to Mayor Zhang, I may have to stay in the capital for a few more days, but the matter has not been handled yet."

Zhang Wei was a little surprised, but soon said: "Since that's the case, I won't wait for you to join us. You will come back immediately after you finish your work. The city's health creation work cannot be separated from you for a moment!"

Zeng Yi nodded and said, "I will go back after finishing my work, and I will never delay a minute!"

Zhang Weizheng smiled again and said, "It's not that urgent. I'm not Zhou Bapi. Just sleep until dawn and get up to work!"

After dinner, the director of the Beijing Office personally went to take Zhang Weizheng to the airport, while Zeng Yi borrowed a car and drove to Qiu's house himself.

When he arrived at the door of Qiu's house, the guard was still on duty. Zeng Yi reported his name and origin, and the guard informed him.

Soon, the gate of Qiu's house opened, and a colonel came out from inside. When he came to Zeng Yi, he saluted and stretched out his hand. He said, "Chief Zeng, please, the chief is already waiting." It is estimated that the colonel is Qiu Jianting's secretary.

After entering Qiu's house, Zeng Yi looked at it. The layout inside was very casual, and there was even a square acre of vegetable garden with all kinds of vegetables planted inside. It is growing just in time and colorful flowers are blooming.

Most of the founding fathers who were born in poverty at that time were born in poverty. They did not build flower gardens at home, which was no longer strange. One was because of habits, and the other was that the old comrades still maintained a simple and unforgettable style. Later, most leaders had high cultural attainments, and were more interested in calligraphy, calligraphy, painting, Go, Peking Opera, or antique collection.

After entering the room, Qiu Jianting was already standing in front of the sofa. When he saw Zeng Yi, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sofa beside him, saying, "Xiao Zeng is here, sit down quickly, don't be restrained!"

"Hello, Chief!" Zeng Yi greeted Qiu Jianting, took out the two simple gifts he had prepared and handed them to the colonel. Then, after Qiu Jianting sat down, he sat aside openly.

The colonel put the gift next to him, and a nanny delivered the brewed tea to Zeng Yi.

When Zeng Yi smelled it, his eyebrows moved. Zeng Yi had already identified it without having to taste it. This was the taste of General Tea, and Qiu Jianting was very considerate.

"Drink tea!" Qiu Jianting waved his hand and looked at the colonel sideways, saying, "Is the army at home?"

The colonel said, "After breakfast, I went into the bedroom upstairs and didn't come out!"

Qiu Dajun was slapped twice, and in front of many people, even if there was no trace on his face, he could not go out for a while.

"Go and call him down!" Qiu Jianting said, judging from his posture, he really planned to ask Qiu Dajun to apologize to Zeng Yi.

The colonel was about to go upstairs when he heard this. Zeng Yi quickly said, "Chief, the police have investigated the matter last night and have reached a conclusion. It is not about the army's affairs!"

"Even if it's not his business, it's absolutely unrelated!" Qiu Jianting said.

Zeng Yi stood up and said, "Chief, if you do this, you will have no good time for me and the army in the future."

Qiu Jianting was slightly stunned, as if he was a little surprised, but he did not ask the colonel to call Qiu Dajun down again, but said to Zeng Yi: "You sit down!"

Zeng Yi sat down. He and Qiu Dajun were Liangzi who were dying. Even if they didn’t have today’s apology, there would be no good day. With today’s apology, Liangzi was still the same Liangzi, which was nothing more than dying.

Having said that, I’m still alive. Is there a bigger beam than this?

Therefore, whether to apologize or not is simply superficial effort and has no meaning. Zeng Yi was too lazy to spend this time, and he didn't want to see Qiu Dajun, so as not to affect his mood.

Qiu Jianting naturally knew this truth, so Zeng Yi's statement surprised him. There was no possibility of a good meeting at all. Zeng Yi's meaning was that he hoped to have a good meeting in the future. The only explanation was that Zeng Yi had guessed the purpose of inviting him here today. The meaning he wanted to express was to reconcile one code. He would not affect the "good" meeting with other people in the Qiu family because of the grudges with Qiu Dajun.

Thinking of this, Qiu Jianting decided not to hide it anymore, and directly said, "Xiao Zeng, please come here today. First, you are here to be a guest at home and recognize the door; second, if you have something to do, you need to ask for your help."

"The chief is so serious!" Zeng Yi looked at Qiu Jianting and said, "You just want to give me instructions. As long as I can do my best."

Qiu Jianting nodded slightly, thought for a while, and said, "To be honest, there is an old man at home who has suffered an old injury recently, which is very painful. He has hired many doctors at home, but the effect is really average. I know that Xiao Zeng is very good at medical skills and is in the capital, so I want to ask you for treatment, but I don't know if it's convenient."

Zeng Yi was sure that it must be Mr. Qiu who was sick. Qiu Jianting didn't say it directly because Mr. Qiu had a special identity. If you say that the patient was Mr. Qiu, it would be very troublesome for both parties, and it would be better not to say it clearly. Just the four words "old man at home" are enough to show your identity. From this point of view, Qiu Jianting is very open-minded.

"There is nothing inconvenient, it's already here. Otherwise, let's see the patient first." Zeng Yi said that he and Mr. Qiu had no grudges. On the contrary, he respected this founding father who had fought for his whole life. No matter what grudges he had with Qiu Dajun, Zeng Yi already knew that Mr. Qiu was seriously ill, he would definitely not choose to stand idly by.

Of course, Zeng Yi also wanted to try his luck to see if he could meet Mr. Xie.

Qiu Jianting stopped talking and stood up and led Zeng Yi upstairs. He turned to the right. At the end of the aisle was a study room with an oversized balcony. At this time, the two old men were sitting in the sofa chairs on the balcony, chatting while basking in the sun.

But only one old man was speaking, while the other one just listened and nodded from time to time.

Qiu Jianting knocked on the open door twice, then walked in and said, "Doctor Zeng is here!"

When the two old men heard this, they turned their heads and looked at the door of the study.

Zeng Yi was a little surprised when he saw it. If he remembered correctly, the old man in old military uniform had seen him at the old man last year, and he had also taken his pulse and had a blind diagnosis.

Unexpectedly, this old man is the famous Mr. Qiu. No wonder he can stay by the side while the old man is sleeping soundly. Zeng Yi immediately confirmed Mr. Qiu's identity.

As for the other old man wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, it should be Mr. Xie. Zeng Yi has already smelled the faint herbs on Mr. Xie. If someone who is not exposed to herbs all day long, he will not have this smell.

However, Zeng Yi was also a little confused. When he was blindly diagnosed last year, he seemed to tell the eldest son that Mr. Qiu might have an old injury in spring today. In theory, the eldest son would definitely tell Mr. Qiu. When Mr. Qiu became ill, the Qiu family should come to invite him as soon as possible. Why did he invite Mr. Xie over from thousands of miles away? Given Mr. Xie’s current situation, he wanted to treat Mr. Qiu personally, but he was afraid he was powerless.

After thinking about it, Zeng Yi understood that the eldest son must have told Mr. Qiu, but Mr. Qiu did not tell anyone because this was a secret that could not be told. Once Mr. Qiu talked about it, there would be various speculations. When did Zeng Yi diagnose the pulse, where did he diagnose the pulse, and people who are familiar with Mr. Qiu's itinerary will definitely find some clues.

It is related to the old man's layout. Mr. Qiu would rather bear the pain of an old injury than reveal any information to anyone.

"Hello, two old gentlemen!" Zeng Yi stepped forward and said hello. This title was called after some thought.

Old Qiu nodded, his expression on his face did not change at all, and he said, "I know you, Comrade Sour and Sour Soup!" Old Qiu was more comfortable than Zeng Yi. He did not act like he was completely unaware of Zeng Yi's situation, but instead brought out Zeng Yi's nickname.

Mr. Xie nodded and said nothing, his face was not rude.

"Comrade Sour and Sour Soup happened to be in the capital, so I invited him here!" Qiu Jianting explained.

Mr. Qiu didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand and said, "I have been a decades-old problem. I can't cure it and I can't die. If comrades don't find it troublesome to have a hot and sour soup, then show it to me!"

Zeng Yi walked over and moved a small stool to sit next to Mr. Qiu. In order not to make Qiu Jianting suspect, he also asked specifically: "Let me talk about the specific situation of the disease first, what are the symptoms?"

Qiu Jianting talked about the origin of this problem, which was that he was injured in battle in the past in the war. Because the shrapnel could not be removed, he kept dragging it like this. Now the attack is getting worse and worse.

Zeng Yi touched his pulse and nodded, "That's right, the breath between the Shenzang point and the Lingxu point of the foot Shaoyin meridian is blocked, and the position of this shrapnel should be between the second rib and the third rib."

Qiu Jianting was shocked. He didn't talk about the specific part of the shrapnel in his body. Unexpectedly, Zeng Yi took the vein and determined the position himself. This was amazing! Could it be that Zeng Yi still had a perspective?

Mr. Xie, who was sitting next to him, nodded. He only showed his skills and knew that Zeng Yi was well-known and had real skills.

Zeng Yi continued to take his pulse, but he couldn't wait for Qiu Jianting to introduce it. He still had to show some skills appropriately so that things could be made without flaws. It was said that he had excellent medical skills, but if he acted too ordinary, it would be even more suspicious.

After five minutes of diagnosis, Zeng Yi took his hand back and said, "I'm probably clear about the situation. The main problem is that this shrapnel is."

Qiu Jianting said: "Doctor Zeng has a solution?"
To be continued...