"Grandpa Dong, can you tell us some stories from the past?" Su Xiaotian didn't want the conversation to keep revolving around her.
Her luck was a bit hard to explain, and it was safer to discuss other topics.
After all, she didn't fully trust Dong Yuanzhong and didn't want him to know certain things.
Dong Yuanzhong loved to tell stories from the war years, but with only the old couple at home, no one was willing to listen.
Upon hearing the young girl's willingness, he immediately became enthusiastic.
"Since Xiaotian wants to listen, I'll tell you. However, don't be scared when you hear it, little girl!"
Su Xiaotian nodded quickly.
Stories from the war years were bound to be bloody, but she wasn't afraid.
Dong Yuanzhong had served in the army for many years and had been on the battlefield many times. He had many personal experiences to share.
Therefore, when he spoke of these things, he was animated, sometimes passionate, sometimes sad, and sometimes tearful.
The stories were captivating and moving.
However, the storyteller's skill was truly hard to watch.
Su Xiaotian felt that if someone more skilled were telling the stories, they would be even more impactful!
The young boys from the Su family didn't share Su Xiaotian's thoughts; they listened with great interest.
They were all boys and were naturally interested in the battlefield.
In their eyes, Dong Yuanzhong was an supreme hero!
The boys' admiration for Dong Yuanzhong reached an unparalleled level.
They even forgot their fear.
"Grandpa Dong, did the little soldier you mentioned survive?"
"Grandpa Dong, were you scared when you went to the battlefield?"
"Grandpa Dong..."
The boys spoke one after another, their eyes filled with admiration, which greatly pleased Dong Yuanzhong.
No one had listened to his stories in years!
If he didn't tell these stories buried deep in his heart, he worried he would gradually forget them.
If the people who had experienced it firsthand were no longer around, how would future generations know how many people shed blood and sacrificed to achieve today's happy life?
Time always passed faster when the atmosphere was pleasant.
In a blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.
Dong Yuanzhong wanted to continue telling stories, but Fan Shufang was eager for Su Xiaotian to examine him.
She had heard these stories from Dong Yuanzhong countless times and wasn't particularly interested.
She was more concerned about Dong Yuanzhong's health now.
She had a feeling that Old Dong's health was worse than when he was in the Northwest.
"Look at you, I was just getting into the swing of telling stories."
Clearly, Dong Yuanzhong was displeased that his wife had interrupted his storytelling mood.
Fan Shufang patiently said, "When can't you tell stories? If we're not busy this weekend, we'll invite the children over as guests, and then you can tell them slowly."
She said this casually, but after saying it, Fan Shufang felt that if the children could visit more often, the old couple would also be happier and more cheerful.
In the end, Dong Yuanzhong couldn't refuse Fan Shufang and had to end today's storytelling session with regret.
The children from the Su family were also quite regretful.
They had read some stories in books, but they weren't as exciting as Grandpa Dong's.
"When you visit Grandpa Dong's house, Grandpa Dong will continue telling you. Let me tell you, my stories can't be finished even if I talk for three months."
Dong Yuanzhong also strongly agreed to have the children visit his home.
He even thought about submitting a report to get the children visitor passes, so they could visit anytime.
Hearing Dong Yuanzhong say this, a thought suddenly flashed through Su Xiaotian's mind.
Perhaps these stories could be recorded and compiled into a book.
Children of future generations should remember this history.
And firmly remember that without the bloodshed and sacrifice of the martyrs back then, there would be no happy life today.
Soon, the decadent life would make many people forget this past.
And then they would worship foreign things, believing that the moon overseas was rounder, bigger, and more beautiful!
But there was no rush for this matter; it could be discussed later.
Dong Yuanzhong was a very cooperative patient. Although Su Xiaotian was a young girl, he strictly followed her instructions step by step.
Su Xiaotian carefully took Dong Yuanzhong's pulse and asked many questions, all of which Dong Yuanzhong answered cooperatively.
This included the details of his injury and the situation during his subsequent treatment.
To the Su children, these long-past events were no different from stories.
When they heard that Dong Yuanzhong had undergone surgery without anesthesia, the children almost cried.
Little Jiu asked with teary eyes, "Wasn't that very painful?"
Su Xiaoliu quickly pulled Little Jiu back, preventing him from disturbing Su Xiaotian's examination.
Grandpa Dong's injury was decades old. He couldn't imagine how much pain Grandpa Dong had endured over the years.
If Xiaotian could really help Grandpa Dong recover, how wonderful it would be.
Liu wished he also knew medicine and was a highly skilled doctor.
Su Xiaotian seemed not to hear these voices, continuing her work methodically.
At this moment, everyone had a sudden illusion, as if the person before them was not a teenage girl.
But an experienced old doctor.
Even the Su family couldn't believe their eyes.
They knew Xiaotian could prepare medicine but didn't know she could actually diagnose illnesses.
Fan Shufang looked at Su Xiaotian's professional demeanor, and her hope increased.
Only Xiao Yuan stared intently at Su Xiaotian, looking as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Xiao Yuan, don't be like that!" Fan Shufang finally couldn't help but say.
"But..."
"There's no 'but.' Western medicine couldn't solve Old Dong's problem either. If traditional Chinese medicine can improve Old Dong's health, why not?"
Fan Shufang didn't expect Dong Yuanzhong's health to fully recover; even an improvement would be good.
And now, she placed this hope on Su Xiaotian.
Finally, Su Xiaotian finished taking the pulse.
"Grandpa Dong's physical condition is not very good. I will prescribe some herbs for Grandpa Dong to take for a while and see if there is any improvement."
Su Xiaotian felt that her current medical skills were insufficient for a complete cure.
For one thing, the shrapnel still in his body was something she couldn't handle.
Removing shrapnel was a task for surgeons, and she didn't know how to do it!
Xiao Yuan immediately voiced his objection.
"After all this fuss, this is the result? I thought you had some real skill, but it turns out to be all a scam!"
Xiao Yuan was genuinely angry!
He thought she might have a solution, and she acted so professionally, only to end up saying such a perfunctory thing.
Wasn't this a waste of time?
Did the little girl know how precious the Chief's time was!