Chapter 187: Witness witness

The meaning of this statement is hard to understand.
He didn't know how to react, only to squat again.
"Yes, yes, yes, I am fine, recovery is as it is, thank you doctor," he said.
But his expression is clear and unbelievable.
How can a person who has been ill for three or four years recover? Don't forget that he was as strong as he could, and he could lift the stone steps ten steps.
Now he can move as usual and he will be able to make great efforts.
"You stand up, I see how your illness recovers." Miss Jun said suddenly.
Haiping’s slogan was to stand up and go to Miss Jun’s case.
In a few cases, there is a gold needle diagnosis and a pen and ink.
Miss Jun reached out to his doctor for a moment, and wrote a prescription for the pen.
"This medicine will be eaten for another month," she said.
Haiping Haiping is grateful to thank you again.
Lei Zhonglian had to reach out as usual, but Miss Jun signaled him to come over. Lei Zhonglian was short-sleeved and listened to Miss Jun for a few words, which took the prescription.
"Come with me," he said, looking at Haiping.
Haiping’s busy and respectful gift was turned, and at this moment, Lei Zhonglian’s slamming sound, Ma Bu’s waist stretched out and threw a stone on the ground and threw it up.
Hu Gui was shocked. I didn't expect this person who looked like nothing to use a piece of wood.
This pier is generally unmovable, let alone throw it out.
Suddenly, the door pier was steady and accurate, and the people around it could not help but exclaim.
Haiping was also amazed, but the door pier was fierce and unavoidable. He subconsciously stepped forward and held his hand in front of him.
The exhalation around him plunged into a quiet, and immediately it was an exclamation.
"Haiping!"

Dali Haiping!

Shouts come and go.
Hu Gui also bit his finger and looked incredulously at the man who stood firmly at the door.
Haiping’s body was shaking, but it did not fall.
He was already sluggish, and he held the stone like that, as if he had become a stone.
Lei Zhonglian smiled and turned and handed the prescription into the cabinet, as if nothing had happened.
Haiping still keeps the stones still, and there are more and more shouts around.

Dali Haiping!


Strong! Take a few steps!

"Go a few steps!"
Can he still take a few steps?
Haiping’s thoughts, he slowly twisted his body and took a step.
There was a shouting screaming around.
"Go a few steps!" More shouts followed.
Haiping is taking another step, two steps and three steps.
"Haiping! Haiping!"

Strong! Strong!

The sound of shouting around the shouts is like the scenery he had in front of the people of the two counties more than a decade ago, although the weight of the stones he is holding now is not as good as half of that year.
The tears of Haiping’s tears flowed out.
For more than ten years, the scenery has become blurred in my dreams. I didn't expect him to hear it, and he really lifted the stone.
"Strong! Vigor! Haiping! Haiping!"
With this shout, vigorous Haiping walked step by step, and the door pier that was originally in front of him was lifted up by him.
Although this pier is not as good as the original one, it is more meaningful than that.
"father!"
The three children of Haiping who came over also saw this scene exclaiming, and immediately began to cry around Haiping.
The blind old lady who came over did not see anything, but only heard the child crying and crying.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" She asked, crying.
"Haiping is very energetic, and Haiping is good." Many people reached out and grabbed the old woman's hand and shouted loudly.
The old woman couldn't see it but heard the shouts around her, and she burst into tears.
Haiping vigorously burst into tears while walking, and grinning as if he was grinning.
I don't know why, people who saw this scene around the scene, especially those who are older, also cried.
Hu Gui lifted his sleeves and wiped his tears.
"It’s a hell, I cried and cried," he said as he cried.
Because despair suddenly fades, hope comes true, even if it does not happen to oneself, but this feeling is an excitement that everyone can't resist.
He was also thrilled by this kind of excitement. When he was lying on the bed, he felt the moment when he could turn around.
Quietly sitting in the straw shed, Fang Chengyu behind Miss Jun smiled and looked at the back of the girl who was still sitting in front.
"Nine-years old." He couldn't help but shouted.
On the same day, Miss Jun moved her plaque and said to Hu Gui that she was Jun Jiuling. She said that her grandfather wanted her to inherit the nine-year-old church, so she gave her the name of nine-year-old.
I didn't think about coming back before, so I called the name given by my parents. Now she decided to take over the nine-year-old hall. Then I will use the name given by my grandfather.
She is based on the medical hall, and the medical hall is named after her. She is Jun Jiuling.
The girl looked back at him and looked with an eye.
Fang Chengyu did not speak, smiled at her, patted his hands and raised a thumb.
Miss Jun smiled and did not speak and turned.
Fang Chengyu looked at her jaw and looked at her back with bright eyes.
Nine years old.
On the day of the end of April and the beginning of May, Haiping, a four-year-old who became a waste man, took a stone and walked through the city in Weinan City, causing a sensation in the whole city.
The nine-year-old hall that made this miracle was once again sensational.
This time the sensation was not because the house was demolished in the middle of the night, nor was it that the nine-year-old church had the money to do good deeds and ask for free medicine.
"It is said that it is a promised medicine to get rid of the disease."
"How could it be so powerful?"
"But Haiping is really cured."
"Maybe just right."
This kind of discussion is everywhere, and many people go to the grass shed in the street to see the vigorous Haiping to verify the guess.
The morning light is shining, like the shops on both sides, the nine-year-old hall has not opened yet.
Of course, the nine-year-old church now has no door, just a straw shed on a rubble. The so-called opening of the door does not remove the door panel like other shops, but the ninth place of the nine-year-old church is placed in front of the grass shed.
This plaque goes with Miss Jun.
Lei Zhonglian wiped the plaque under the eaves and looked at the two young people in the room. Miss Jun was handing a bowl of medicine to Fang Chengyu.
Fang Chengyu looked up and drank.
"Bitter," he said, grinning.
Miss Jun picked up the candied fruit on the plate and handed it to him. Fang Chengyu smiled and took it.
The young master is not ill at the age of five. It takes almost ten years to eat the medicine. He also thinks that people who are used to it will not feel bitter.
Lei Zhonglian smiled and lowered his head and put it on the carriage in the yard.

Is it boring to follow me every day?
said Miss Jun, standing up and rushing to Cheng Yu’s hand.
Miss Jun did not let Fang Chengyu drop the order, so wherever she took him, she was diagnosed in the straw shed every day, and Fang Chengyu followed.
Fang Chengyu stood up on the table and did not pick up the crutches on the side, but took the table and walked forward.

Not boring, it’s fun to see so many people in every day,
he said.
When holding the table, Fang Chengyu was able to take a step forward.
One step, two steps, and the third step to get out of the table can not help, he becomes difficult.
There is no attachment, and the legs and feet seem to be heavy, so I can't lift it.
"Not to mention." He gritted his teeth and a thin sweat on his head. I can imagine how hard he is now, but his mouth is still easy to continue to talk with ease. "I am not idle there, they give me It’s fun to do the ticket number."
Through secret letters, Fang Jia’s grasp of the hidden traitor Su Shi has already been known, so the news of Fang Chengyu’s presence in Weinan is no longer confidential.
Caizhou’s ticket number has been informed of the news. Of course, the arrival of Shaodong’s family is of great value. In addition to arbitrarily calling money, it also reports on business matters such as books.
Miss Jun rushed to him and gestured for a step.
"Can you understand?" she asked.
If this is what I have heard before, I feel ironic.
A person who is sick at home and waits for death, no one wants him to inherit his family business, and he will not let him learn to contact business.
But now Fang Chengyu just smiled. He knew that she had no other meaning, that is, he did not understand the business.
I understand it, I don't understand it, it doesn't matter. She just asks about it, not to evaluate it.