Seeing someone robbing her business, Saya was naturally unhappy and rushed over after getting the news.

It’s not that I’m really afraid that someone will rob business, but that I’m responsible. After all, there are more and more scammers in this era. What if someone cheats the villagers’ money? You should know that every household here is not short of money. Which family does not have hundreds of sheep? The price of mutton has soared now, and hundreds of sheep are already a great fortune.

When Saya saw that they were three old men, she had already gone most of the alert. In the northern Xinjiang, the situation of the corps doctors and military doctors often happened, so she became accustomed to it. However, Saya still felt that she had to ask.

"Old comrade, where are you from?" Saya smiled with a round face like the full moon in the sky, making people feel bright.

Ye Wancheng quickly explained: "We are doctors in Military Reclamation City. These two are my colleagues. Why are you okay to do if you don't retire? Let's go out for a walk and treat the villagers by the way."

"Ye Wancheng..." Saya muttered, feeling that the name seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while, so she frowned and thought there.

Ye Wancheng was taking a pulse to an old man at this time, and frowned and asked, "Do you always have chest tightness and shortness of breath?"

The old man nodded: "You are so awesome. You know everything if you touch your arms?"

In the past, the doctors who were on the patrol were all Western doctors, and no one took the pulse, so Ye Wancheng could tell his illness by touching his arm. The old man was naturally very surprised.

Ye Wancheng took out two bottles of quick-acting heart-saving pills, commonly known as small bombs, and handed them to the old man: "This thing must be kept on you at all times, and you have to tell your family that you must eat a few pills when you are uncomfortable."

The old man took the bottle and was extremely happy. He looked over and over again and said, "How can you bear to take such an expensive bottle? Why don't you pour out the medicine and take the bottle away?"

Ye Wancheng and the other two were amused and crying, and some people thought that bottles were more expensive than medicine, which was weird enough. However, Ye Wancheng knew that the old man was talking about his heart, so he quickly explained:

"This bottle is not expensive, and the medicine is not expensive. Didn't the medicine I just sent for money? We are free medical treatment and we sent medicine to the hospital."

The old man trembled and grabbed Ye Wancheng's hand and said excitedly: "The military and civilians are all together. You must come to my house for dinner today, otherwise I will not want the medicine."

Ye Wancheng was not pretentious. He had been eating wherever he went. He just looked at the old men at the entrance of the village. There were about 100 families in this village. I definitely couldn't leave today, so I could eat anyone.

"Ah? You are Ye Wancheng, the Nobel Prize-winning Doctor Ye?" Saya suddenly screamed, pointed at Ye Wancheng and shouted.

Ye Wancheng was startled. When he heard what she was calling clearly, he felt relieved and pointed at Liu Xiangdong and John: "The award was won by the three of us together, don't count it to me alone."

Saya excitedly grabbed Ye Wancheng's hand and shouted to the villagers: "Friends, the three of them are the people who have won the big prize in the world, representing the highest level in the world. Ata or Ule Akeye, Ah, who else at home is uncomfortable, hurry up and bring them to the bathroom. I'll take them to the bathroom."

Saya took Ye Wancheng's hand with excitement and was about to leave. The old man just now was unhappy and grabbed Ye Wancheng's other hand: "I just agreed to go to my house for dinner. I have to eat even if I ask someone to see a doctor? Don't let people laugh at the people in our village for being rude and don't care about the meal when their friends come."

Saya quickly held the old man's hand: "Grandpa Alila, they are treating everyone in the village, so naturally they have to take care of the food in the village. My father is the village chief, so you don't have to worry about this."

"What kind of food in the village? He treated me and was my friend. I had to take care of this meal, otherwise Alila would not be able to afford this person!"

The old man became excited, and the goatee under his jaw was shaking and his emotions were a little intense.

Ye Wancheng quickly stopped Saya: "He has a bad heart. Didn't he see that I gave him a heart-saving pill just now? Don't argue with him. We'll eat him at noon today. After lunch, we'll see a doctor in the afternoon."

Saya looked at Ye Wancheng, obviously a little helpless. The Kazakhs are hospitable. There is no beggar in their society because they will not let anyone walk through their yurts hungry.

In fact, Ye Wancheng was helpless. He was most afraid of eating along the way. Because the Kazakhs eat like drinking, especially for doctors who visit the clinic like them, they are distinguished guests.

When Kazakhs treat distinguished guests, they eat and drink well. No, they say the opposite. They drink well and eat well, and they will take out all the wine and the most precious food they have collected at home.

But their banquet is too long, and it is not good to drink too much. This custom is useless to explain, and it is just for you to drink from the sunrise to the moon.

However, there are many people in the village today, and Ye Wancheng thinks that even if he goes to Alila's house, there may not be any trouble. After all, there are so many people waiting to see a doctor.

The three of them followed Ali back home. The Alila house was made of whole wood nails. The house was covered with mud and tapestries were hung. There were only two houses, the outer room and the inner room. The outer room was a kitchen, which was the mud floor, and the inner room was covered with carpets. The Kazakhs were used to sleeping together for the whole family.

The three of them were naturally allowed to enter the inner room. Alila's wife was a very fat old lady. When she saw him bringing people back, she immediately greeted her with a smile and quickly poured milk tea.

Alila walked directly towards the sheep pen, holding a knife in his hand, and he wanted to kill the sheep. If the distinguished guest doesn't kill the sheep, he would be laughed at.

Ye Wancheng and the others did not stop him, but took this opportunity to treat his wife to the disease.

Although the Kazakhs' nomadic life is relatively strong, they naturally suffer from one or another problem when sleeping in the open all year round.

These problems are not very obvious when you are young, but once you get old, various symptoms will appear. For example, Alila's heart disease and his wife's rheumatoid arthritis, it is difficult to walk on both legs at this time. This is why the knees begin to deform after too long.

John ran out to watch the fun. He liked to watch the Kazakhs kill sheep the most. From killing to peeling and then cutting into pieces, he only used a small knife to move smoothly, as if in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, the villagers could not let Alila work on his own. There were already a lot of people who helped him, those who made fire, those who met, and those who came with wine. Ye Wancheng grinned straight, probably this meal would be the evening.
Chapter completed!