Three years passed quickly
On the streets of the west corner of the imperial capital, with the passing of these years, Wang Lin''s shops have gained some reputation. Many more people come to buy wood carvings, including many people of cultivation.
In contrast, Chen Xiaoming''s hospital is the same as three years ago. Although the business is much better, it is still among mortals.
However, Chen Xiaoming doesn''t care about these, and he doesn''t have the heart of comparison. He always has a peaceful state of mind without any change. What he asks is to understand the mortal state of mind, experience the mortal life, feel the cycle of heaven and cause and effect. The medical school is just a tool for him to understand Heaven.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and the sun and moon alternate. Chen Xiaoming practices medicine to treat diseases, but he sees many cases of birth, old age and death. He treats some diseases that can be treated, and some diseases that can not be treated by forensic medicine. Chen Xiaoming also shakes his head and sighs.
Over the past three years, he has been used to life and death, which makes Chen Xiaoming more and more realize the helplessness of mortals.
However, the more understanding, the more emotion Chen Xiaoming felt.
In the past three years, he has forgotten the system and cultivation. His cultivation has always been at the peak and has not been improved.
Even if it is the origin of blood and time, Chen Xiaoming spends less and less time understanding it.
"Squeak."
Opening the door of the hospital again, Chen Xiaoming now looks a little more stable than he did three years ago. There are traces of years on his handsome face, but there is a gap compared with three years ago.
"Dr. Chen, my old mother is dying. Go and help."
As soon as I opened the door, a figure came in a hurry not far away. It looked 40 or 50 years old. It was wearing gray linen with several patches on it. The middle-aged man''s eyes were eager and his tears kept dripping. He grabbed Chen Xiaoming''s hand and directly soiled Chen Xiaoming''s white clothes with a bit of dirt in his palm.
"Wait a minute."
Chen Xiaoming got away, got up and went back to the hospital, picked up the medicine box and ran out again.
"Go, lead the way."
The middle-aged man showed a happy face, a touch of tears from the corners of his eyes, led the way directly in front of him and ran towards a place.
On the street in the early morning, many people have got up early and are busy. At the moment, looking at Chen Xiaoming who hurried away with a medical box, they have a look of admiration and respect in their eyes.
Over the past three years, relying on his first-hand medical skills, Chen Xiaoming has become a little famous in this street. More importantly, he is willing to treat the poor free of charge and leave virtue.
In the shop next to the medical center, Wang Lin opened the door and looked at the hurried figure. His eyes were deep and dignified.
At the first sight three years ago, Wang Lin didn''t think that the other party actually embarked on the same road as himself.
He can''t see through Chen Xiaoming''s accomplishments, but Wang Lin knows that the other party is definitely a friar above the period of transforming God. His strength is terrible. Such a friar has understood his artistic conception. Why should he transform the world?
Wang Lin doesn''t understand, but Chen Xiaoming is the only person Wang Lin has ever seen who takes the same path as himself.
All the way to the west, Chen Xiaoming followed the middle-aged man for nearly a long time. Finally, before he came to a dilapidated wooden house, there was a big hole in the wooden roof dripping with water from the previous night.
Stepping into the wooden house, I saw a wooden bed. A white haired old man was lying on the bed with a pile of ragged clothes. On the ground beside the bed, a small puddle was hit by the drops of water from the roof.
"Mother, Doctor Chen is here."
The middle-aged man ran over one step, grabbed the old man''s hand and shouted excitedly in his mouth.
Chen Xiaoming glanced, stepped on the puddle, put the medical box on the mud and put one hand on the old man''s wrist.
"Huh?"
With a frown, the old woman''s pulse was weak and her breath was like a hairspring. At the moment, she just held on until now.
"Dr. Chen, my mother?"
Looking at Chen Xiaoming, who was silent, the middle-aged man''s heart sank. Tears poured out of his eyes and held the old woman tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid of losing it in the next second.
With a slight sigh, Chen Xiaoming shook his head with his right hand on his pulse, got up and stood aside, giving way to his position.
What can''t be saved from mortal diseases, but what Chen Xiaoming wants to understand is that mortal life, life, old age, illness and death, is impermanent and can''t be forced.
"Mother!"
The middle-aged man cried loudly. The man didn''t shed tears lightly, but before he reached the sad place, he clenched the old woman''s right hand tightly with his hands and put a head on his hand. He was deeply unable to blame himself.
"Son, don''t cry. I''m satisfied to see you again before I leave."
The old woman''s face flashed back, and a trembling voice came out. Her left hand raised and touched the middle-aged man''s face, showing a satisfied look on her face.
Chen Xiaoming kept silent. There is only so much he can do.
"Mother!"
Exclaimed, the middle-aged man looked at such a scene and was slightly stunned, but he also understood the reflection before people died. He couldn''t help crying, hugged the old woman and hugged her.
"Son... Ah..."
With intermittent words, the old woman finally left with satisfaction in the middle-aged man''s arms.
Chen Xiaoming didn''t bother. He gently picked up the medical box and turned away.
When he stepped out of the wooden house, Chen Xiaoming took a deep breath. He saw more such scenes in three years.
The separation of life and death between mortals, the cycle of cause and effect, has its own number.
Birth, old age and death are part of his understanding of the way of heaven and the cause and effect. Even if he helps the other party delay his life for several years with the art of going against the sky, he can''t escape reincarnation in the end.
"Alas."
With a slight sigh, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the road and said that the road back was a little more heavy. The doctor''s benevolence, right and wrong were not clear to him.
Before long, Chen Xiaoming returned to the hospital, took off his outer clothes, put on a new dress, and lay on the armchair again.
But this time, he did not have the usual peace, but more dignified.
With his eyes slightly closed, Chen Xiaoming''s heart is filled with all kinds of thoughts. There are many scenes of life and death separation. Life seems to be a big dream for Chen Xiaoming.
Open your eyes and close your eyes. From birth to departure, living for decades is just like a big dream.
The samsara of heaven and the cycle of cause and effect flashed through Chen Xiaoming''s mind, as if he had realized something, but there was no understanding of anything.
He shook his head gently, smiled bitterly, and finally turned into a sigh.
"Alas!"