"Do you read Ding Yunwen's book?" Gu Changlin glanced at the book "general history of ancient and modern times". He was a little surprised. "It's rare for a remote place like ningguta to see Ding Yunwen. It's rare for you to see it in such a shabby yard."

"Yes, I have read all Mr. Ding's works." As he spoke, Zhong Mingwei turned the page gently.

"Have you read all the works of Ding Yunwen?" Gu Changlin looked at Zhong Mingwei with disbelief, and sneered, "how can I disbelieve?"

Zhong Mingwei knew that he was such a man, so he was not angry. He asked with a smile, "so Mr. Gu also likes Mr. Ding's works?"

"That's not true. I'm tired of reading. I don't even bother to read medical books, let alone this boring book? There is not even a set of illustrations in the whole article, "Gu Changlin said, turning the silver needles again, and at the same time," extend that leg too. "

"Yes." Zhong Mingwei stretched out his other leg and watched Gu Changlin take out the silver needle and stab it into the other knee. He couldn't help but take another breath.

"It's better than the other days, isn't it?" Gu Changlin looked at the sweat on Zhong Mingwei's forehead and said to him.

"Yes, sir." Zhong Mingwei nodded and smiled at Gu Changlin.

Gu Changlin is right. Even if it hurts ten times and a hundred times, he can resist it and feel happy. Because he knows that his leg can be cured and that he has hope. Unlike the past few days, he has been suffering day and night, forcing himself not to think about it. If these two legs are so useless, what should he do?

"It's nothing bad to eat a little while young," Gu Changlin sighed softly. At this time, he was a kind and kind-hearted elder, not a bit untimely. As he said, he continued to give Zhong Mingwei a needle. "What's more, it's good to lose, right

"Yes, sir." Zhong Mingwei nodded his head. He looked at Gu Changlin's silver white head. He seemed to be in a trance. He saw another person's figure. He was also so white in need and so diligent in teaching himself

"Mr. Gu, why would you like to come to ningguta to treat my injury?" After a while, Zhong Mingwei asked.

He knows that a famous doctor like Gu Changlin, who has fame and status and doesn't lack money, can't go out for consultation easily, even if he doesn't come out of his family on weekdays, but this famous doctor is willing to travel hundreds of miles against the wind and snow to cure him in this first month, not for the 30 jin burning knife.

"After Yunwen left Beijing, he sent me a letter. In the letter, he said that he had a child to take care of. He didn't say who he was. He only said that the child was in ningguta." Gu Changlin continued to give him a needle, but he said in a slow voice, "I've been very painstaking. Since he asked me to take care of him, why didn't he give his name and surname? Later I knew that he must have different identity Chang, thinking about what happened in the capital this year, I can guess who the child is. "

"You know who I am?" Zhong Mingwei's voice is a little thick. He looks at Gu Changlin strangely. "You know what I am, but you are willing to come and treat me?"

Yes, he has not been a prince for a long time. He is just a commoner, a commoner who is not willing to be offended by anyone. But this well-known old man knows his identity, but he is willing to go for him. At this moment, he is here to treat his injury seriously.

"What can I do? Who told Yunwen to talk to me? " Gu Changlin reluctantly led his lips and looked up at Zhong Mingwei. He said with a straight face, "no matter what others say about you or what crime you have committed, I can be sure that you are a child of Yunwen education and can't be broken," he said, taking a letter out of his arms and delivering it to Zhong Mingwei, saying, "this is Yunwen's coming." You can read it. "

"Sir..." As soon as he saw the familiar handwriting on the letter, Zhong Mingwei's eyes suddenly got wet. At this moment, he was choking on Gu Changlin. He didn't know whether he was aggrieved or sad. His mind was really mixed.