Lu Sheng got closer and took a closer look at the baby.

The skinny little baby was originally crying with his face flushed, but as soon as he got close to him, he quickly calmed down and a sweet smile appeared on his wrinkled cheeks.

"What's his name?"

"Zi Quan. Xu Zi Quan, I hope he can live a healthy and safe life in the future." The beautiful woman replied softly.

"This windmill is for you." Xiaojun on the side took out a small blue windmill from nowhere and handed it to the baby in the beautiful woman's arms.

The beautiful woman smiled, took the windmill, and rubbed Xiaojun's hair.

Lu Sheng prepared for a while, and then solemnly used a brush to place a little vermilion on the baby's left ear.

"I wish you happiness and good health in the future." He smiled.

"Thank you, pharmacist!" Xu Yuanwai smiled and left a large sum of money.

After a lot of trouble, after the Xu family left, Lu Sheng packed up the sundries. When he saw that it was getting late, he finally dealt with a few patients and closed the door of the medical clinic.

When I turned around and was about to turn off the lights, I saw a small red pinwheel on the table.

He reached out and picked up the windmill and blew it gently. The windmill slowly rotated with the air flow.

After thinking about it, Lu Sheng casually inserted it into the corner of the medicine cabinet nearby as a decoration.

Fast forward five years.

Xu Zijun, who was half a person tall, was holding a little boy who was a head shorter than her, running around in the backyard of the hospital, holding a blue windmill in his hand and turning it in the wind.

Lu Sheng sat in the medical hall and carefully checked people's pulses. He had almost forgotten all his original purpose. He was just here in this town, as a simple doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded.

There is no descending demon, no prince, there is just a doctor here.

Listening to the screams coming from the backyard from time to time, Lu Sheng handed the prescription in his hand to the patient, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

"Thank you, Pharmacist Lu." The patient gratefully took the prescription, got up and left.

Lu Sheng looked at the sky and got up to tell a few children that it was time to go back.

"Uncle Lu, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's been several months, right?"

On a sunny day, a pretty girl walked into the hospital with two servants and an umbrella.

Lu Sheng raised his head and glanced.

"Is it Zijun?" There was a hint of surprise in his tone, and eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

In eight years, Xu Zijun has grown up from the little girl she was before to the time to get married.

"Uncle, I'm afraid Zijun won't be able to visit you often in the future. You must take care of yourself." Xu Zijun said with a trace of reluctance.

"Is he the Zhong family outside the city?" Lu Sheng also heard about it. "I watched that boy grow up too. He has a solid character. You will be happy." He smiled and gave away the gift he had prepared.

"This is a little gift in return for being called your uncle for so many years. Please accept it."

Xu Zijun accepted the gift and also took a small box from the servant.

"This is a gift from Zijun to my uncle. Thank you for taking care of me all these years." At this point, her eyes became a little red.

Lu Sheng's appearance looks like that of a man in his forties, a bit old, and there are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He is no longer as fresh and handsome as when he was young.

"Don't worry, it's not far from here. If you want to come on weekdays, you can bring that kid with you to sit with me." Lu Sheng said with a hint of gentleness.

After taking the gift box from Xu Zijun, Lu Sheng comforted her a few more words. The two talked for a while, and then Xu Zijun had to get up and leave. She was already a grown up girl and was about to become a wife, so she could not stay in a male residence for long.

Watching Xu Zijun leave, Lu Sheng sat down again and sighed.

The child he has watched grow up is now time to get married.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

Suddenly there was the sound of gongs and someone shouting outside the door.

He walked out of the hospital quickly and saw many people gathered around the street to watch the excitement. It seemed that some officials had just passed by and were leaving.

"The master of the Xu family is really amazing! Our small town can actually have a master of economics!"

"Jingshi is a high-ranking official who can manage the shops in the three towns near us! From now on, the Xu family will flourish."

"No."

Listening to the faint voices around him, Lu Sheng watched the pair of people leave, exhaled, and turned back to the medical center.

Sitting down again, he gently opened the gift box.

The gift box has two layers. The first layer is a layer of dark red clam grass. This precious medicinal material was something he had often talked about before. Unexpectedly, Zijun would always remember it.

He smiled and carefully opened the second layer.

Inside lies a brand new light red windmill. The windmill has been reinforced with small wooden sticks on all sides, and the workmanship is extremely exquisite.

Lu Sheng laughed dumbly, blew it, and watched the windmill spin rapidly. He stood up and inserted it into the corner of the medicine cabinet, next to the windmill from his childhood.

A breeze blew in, and the two windmills were slow and fast, one old and the other new.

Click.

There was thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.

Lu Sheng had just closed the door of the medical clinic when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

Bang bang bang bang! !

"Who is it?" Lu Sheng was stunned and quickly turned back to the door.

"It's me! Uncle, it's my Zijun!" A familiar female voice came in, with a hint of pity.

Lu Sheng was stunned for a moment, hit his painful lower back, and quickly opened the wooden door again.

Xu Zijun walked in the door with a haggard look on his face. As soon as he came in, his eyes couldn't stop tears and he fell to the ground and cried loudly.

"Uncle. Husband. Husband." Xu Zijun's face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

Boom.

Thunder exploded.

Lu Sheng hurriedly helped her up. There was also a servant of Xu Mansion standing outside the door, and they also called him in.

"What happened??"

"Uncle, husband, he. He said he wanted to go with me. He said so." Xu Zijun burst into tears.

Xu Zijun's husband, a kind and honest little fat man, encountered a thief while on inspection at the county government office and died from multiple stab wounds.

Lu Sheng was speechless and could only let Xu Zijun cry bitterly here, venting the emotions that had been squeezed for a long time.

A few years ago, the old man of the Xu family also passed away. Now Xu Zijun's husband has also gone. The two pillars of the family who were working as yamen officials fell down, and the Xu family suddenly faced an extremely difficult situation.

Xu Zijun left just as quickly as he came. After crying for a while, he left in a hurry with others.

Now she is the only one left to support the Xu family and the Zhong family, and she must not fall. Coming here to cry can only be the last sign of weakness.

Amidst the heavy rain and thunder, Lu Sheng watched Xu Zijun's figure disappear into the darkness from a distance, sighed deeply, turned around and closed the door.

Time flies, and twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a gentle knock on the old wooden door.

Lu Sheng slowly opened the wooden door and saw a familiar face with a hint of old age.

"Are you Zijun?" His eyes were a little blurry, his hair was all white, and his back was slowly becoming rickety. For a moment, I didn't recognize who the woman in front of me was.

"Uncle." Seeing Lu Sheng's appearance at this time, Xu Zijun couldn't help but feel a sore nose and a little moisture in his eyes.

"Come in, come on, it's cold outside." Lu Sheng saw a young man and woman following Xu Zijun, both of whom were smiling. The man's face still had a faint outline of Xu Zijun's.

The three of them entered the hospital together. Lu Sheng wanted to bring each of them a cup of tea, but the man quickly stood up and did it for them.

In the mist of hot tea, Xu Zijun let go of the crutch in his hand. He slowly sat down with the help of the woman.

Looking at the old and white-haired Lu Sheng, she also let out a long sigh.

"Uncle, it's been so many years since you moved here, but you still stay here."

"Yes. I'm always here." Lu Sheng smiled and looked at the two men carefully.

"they are?"

"He is Zhong Quan, my son. After all these years, I have finally brought him up, and he has reached the age where he can strike out on his own." A trace of relief reappeared on Xu Zijun's face.

"I have not sorry for the Zhong family. I, Xu Zijun, have never sorry for anyone in my life!"

She said with a hint of solemnity.

Lu Sheng shook his head slightly and looked at Xu Zijun. She was getting older, with some gray hair on her temples and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

"The other one is Xiao Quan's daughter-in-law who will be here tomorrow."

The two young men stood up quickly and called uncle.

Lu Sheng agreed with a smile and quickly took out two envelopes of money as a meeting gift from the drawer on the side.

The two refused to accept it no matter what.

Xu Zijun didn't speak, he just sat with a relieved smile on his face. There were many things in his smile, but the most was tiredness.

"Do you still keep this windmill?" Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Xu Zijun saw two windmills on the medicine cabinet. The two red windmills are no longer as bright as they once were, but they are still in good condition. It will still rotate slowly with the wind.

"Yeah. It hasn't been moved, so it's just there." Lu Sheng couldn't give away the money, so he sat down again, sighed and smiled.

Xu Zijun looked at the windmill and suddenly smiled.

"It's been a long time since I made a windmill. I'll make a new one for you later."

"No need, these two are fine." Lu Sheng waved his hand.

"It's okay, I just don't know if I can still do it with my hands." Xu Zijun sighed with emotion.

"Mother, you still have a child." Zhong Quan said with a smile.

"Yes, and you." Xu Zijun also smiled and nodded.

The two chatted for a long time, until it was getting late, and Xu Zijun left in a sedan with his son and daughter-in-law.

Lu Sheng wanted to send him out of the hospital, but they stopped him, so he just stood in front of the door and watched them go away.

Within a few days, the Zhong family sent another brand new red windmill.

It's just that this windmill seems to be able to rotate, but there are some things wrong with its structure.

Lu Sheng got the windmill and didn't speak for a long time.

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In the blink of an eye, another thirty years have passed

People in the town came and went, old houses fell down and new ones were built, and the small shops opposite also changed owners.

The medical center became more and more dilapidated. Lu Sheng found people to repair it several times, but the main frame could not be repaired, so that was it.

He is getting older and older, with white hair, a hunchback, wrinkles on his face, and cloudy eyes.