Chapter 12 — I Don't Believe That Humanity Has Gray Heads

“Doctor, my leg... every rainy day it hurts so much.”Giang Van Tu was bowing his head and writing a prescription. Hearing the sound, she raised her head and her eyes stayed on him for a moment. Tham Tranh's heart hangs in his throat. Did she recognize him? If she realized it, would she angrily chase him away, or would she be a little soft-hearted? But Giang Van Tu just gently said: "Old man, please sit down. Let me see your legs." She did not recognize him. Or it could be said that she didn't look closely at all. Tham Tranh obeyed and sat down, rolled up his pants leg, revealing a many-year old wound. That is the wound left by the battlefield. Every time it rains and gets wet, it really hurts, just not as serious as he pretends. Giang Van Tu squatted down, her fingertips gently pressing on the wound: "Does this hurt?" Her fingers were a bit cold, her movements gentle. Tham Tranh's whole body stiffened, he almost couldn't control himself and grabbed her hand. "It hurts..." He said hoarsely. Giang Van Tu carefully looked at the shape of the scar. "This is an old wound. Perhaps it was a knife wound, it was not completely treated that year, the cold energy seeped into the bone so every time it was damp and cold it would recur." Her words made Tham Tranh a little panicked. Previously at the border, she also treated him like that. At that time, she applied the ointment and reprimanded in a low voice: "General Shen, can't you respect yourself a little? The wound is half an inch deeper, this leg will no longer be able to hold." At that time, he smiled and said: "Isn't she there? With Doctor Giang here, what am I afraid of?" Now she is still practicing healing and saving people. It's just that among the people she wants to save, there is no longer him. 12 Giang Van Tu stood up, returned to the table, picked up a pen and dipped ink. "Uncle, I will prescribe you a remedy. Taking it internally and applying it externally can reduce the pain. But if you want to completely cure it, you still need to combine it with acupuncture." When she bowed her head to write the prescription, a strand of hair fell down her cheek. She conveniently pulled it out, her movements were natural. Tham Tranh sat there, looking at her profile, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat. "Doctor... are you... married yet?" Giang Van Tu's pen stopped. She raised her eyes to look at him, with a bit of doubt in her eyes. "Why are you asking this?" "No... nothing... It's just that seeing a young man with such good medical skills, he must have been taught very well by the elders in the family..." Giang Van Tu was silent for a moment and then calmly said: "The father used to be a doctor, passed away many years. As for the matter of becoming a family... it used to exist, now it's no longer there." Tham Tranh's heart ached. "So... people living alone in Suzhou don't feel lonely?" He couldn't help but ask. Giang Van Tu finished writing the prescription, dried the ink and gave it to him. "With medical skills as my friend, there are sick people who need me, I won't feel lonely. Uncle, this is your prescription. Go to the drug counter next door to pick up the prescription." She did not say more, clearly intending to send the guest off. Tham Tranh received the application form and looked at the delicate handwriting above. Exactly like the orders she had copied for him before. But he didn't know where to throw those prescriptions away for a long time. Just like the deep love she once gave, he treated her like a pair of torn shoes. "Thank you doctor..." He stood up, looked at her deeply, and finally turned around and left. As he walked out of the medical shop, he heard A Dien's voice coming from the inner hall. "Van Tu, lunch is ready." Then she replied, with a smile: "I'm bothering you again." Such natural closeness. The conversation was as simple as husband and wife at home. From that day on, every few days he changed into a different disguise and went to the medical clinic. Sometimes it's an old man who can't stop coughing, sometimes it's a woman with a severe stomachache, sometimes it's a person

father took his son to the doctor. Each time, Giang Van Tu patiently diagnosed and treated, never showing signs of impatience. She also never recognized him. It turned out that in her heart, he was no different from those strangers. Days pass day by day. Spring in Suzhou has come to an end. The almond flowers have fallen and the pomegranate flowers have begun to bloom. Tham Tranh spent countless sleepless nights in the inn. He remembered the past over and over again, remembered everything she had ever done for him, remembered how he had pushed her away step by step.