I, reborn, really don't want to be a matchmaker!

"Because I can tell from your face that you definitely have very high blood pressure, if you really get drunk later, I'm afraid we'll have to carry you to the hospital," Qin Chaoyang replied softly.

He did not mention the other diseases, such as moderate fatty liver and rhinitis, that were displayed in the virtual pop-up window.

It's not that I wanted to hold back, but no one would believe me if I told them.

Therefore, it's better not to say anything.

"Really?" Tang the Cripple was taken aback.

However, he had no doubt about Qin Chaoyang's words.

Because Qin Chaoyang's deceased father, Qin Dingtian, and his grandfather, Qin Muxian, were both well-known traditional Chinese medicine doctors in the village, and were very skilled in the four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

Qin Chaoyang is Qin Dingtian's son. Having been exposed to this since childhood, it's not surprising to him that someone can tell he has high blood pressure just by looking at his face.

Unfortunately, Qin Chaoyang did not follow in Qin Dingtian's footsteps and become a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

If one inherits the business, their future prospects are probably no worse than those of a matchmaker.

"Hahaha...you kid, are you joking?" Zhou Xintian laughed heartily upon hearing this. "I'm perfectly healthy! I haven't even been to the hospital yet, how could I possibly have high blood pressure?"

"That's right," Wang Qiuju agreed.

Her husband is indeed in very good health.

He can eat three bowls of rice at every meal and sleeps very soundly.

If you have very high blood pressure, it's impossible to have a good appetite.

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do." Qin Chaoyang glanced at the clock on the wall of the private room. "Anyway, I don't drink, so I won't be the one who gets into trouble in the end."

"Qin Chaoyang, what do you mean? Are you cursing my dad to die?" Zhou Jian was furious.

"Why are you yelling like that?" Zhou Xintian glared at Zhou Jian. "Xiao Qin is telling me not to drink because he cares about me. If you want to confirm whether he's telling the truth, why don't you just ask Old Wang at the clinic to take my blood pressure?"

"Your dad is right," Wang Qiuju agreed.

If Old Wang's blood pressure is normal when he takes it, that will be a real slap in the face for Qin Chaoyang.

Shouting and yelling now shows a complete lack of manners.

"Okay! I'll go get Old Wang right now." Zhou Jian turned and ran out of the private room.

A few minutes later, they brought over Old Wang, whose temples were gray and who was carrying a medical kit.

When Old Wang saw that Tang the Cripple and Qin Chaoyang were also in the private room, he greeted them with a smile before taking out the equipment to measure Zhou Xintian's blood pressure.

When the results came out, the smile on Old Wang's face disappeared, replaced by astonishment: "My God! Old Zhou, your...your blood pressure is 230/100 and your diastolic pressure is 180/100."

"I really admire you for acting like nothing's wrong in this situation."

"What?" Wang Qiuju was startled.

Zhou Xintian was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat: "Old Wang, are you sure you're not joking?"

If this isn't a joke, then Qin Chaoyang is something else!

"As a doctor, would I joke about your life?" Old Wang said with a serious face. "If I were you, I would immediately take a bus to a big hospital in the city for treatment."

"otherwise……"

"You probably won't live past this year."

"Okay! Okay!" Zhou Xintian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After paying Old Wang's consultation fee, he turned to Zhou Jian and said, "You stay here and have dinner with your in-laws and Xiao Qin. Your mother and I are going to the city."

"Okay!" Zhou Jian nodded repeatedly.

"What do you mean 'okay'? You should be accompanying your parents to the city for medical treatment right now," Qin Chaoyang reminded him irritably. "As long as your dad is alright, we can eat whenever we want."

"That's right," Tang the Cripple chimed in.

"Zhou Jian, I'll go with Uncle and Auntie too," Tang Shuang suggested softly, her face flushed.

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say." As Zhou Jian agreed, he awkwardly said to Qin Chaoyang, "Um... I apologize for my rashness and my doubts earlier."

"You're so forgiving, please forgive me this once, okay?"

"Sure! Of course!" Qin Chaoyang laughed. "Hurry up and take your dad to a big hospital in the city for a checkup! There'll be plenty of time to apologize later."

"Understood." Zhou Jian nodded, only then realizing that Qin Chaoyang was not as bad as he had imagined, but a good person.

Otherwise, he would never have risked being scolded to reveal that his father suffered from severe hypertension.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Jian led Tang Shuang and his parents out of the private room, and then paid for the meal in front of Tang the Cripple who had come out to see them off.

After paying for the meal, the four of them took a tractor to a large hospital in the city.

The reason for taking a tractor instead of a taxi is that there were obviously no taxis at the Dongyan Road market in 1988.

Qin Chaoyang smiled as he watched the tractor chug away through the window: "Uncle Tang, don't worry about Zhou Jian's father's high blood pressure. As long as he receives the necessary treatment, he will definitely get better."

"That's good, that's good." Tang the Cripple said, seeing that all the dishes he had ordered were ready, and urged Qin Chaoyang to eat and drink.

……

We ate and drank our fill in the private room.

Seeing that there was still a lot of braised pork, boiled fish, stewed chicken, and other dishes left on the table, Tang the Cripple smiled and said to Qin Chaoyang, "Why don't you pack up the leftovers and take them back for your sister?"

In 1988, although most ordinary people could eat their fill, they were still far from eating well. Some poor families still rarely ate meat, even once a year.

Although Qin Chaoyang's family wasn't in such dire straits, they hadn't eaten meat for over a month.

So he readily agreed to Tang the Cripple's suggestion: "Okay! I'll pack up the leftovers and take them back to my sister."

"Then I won't accompany you any longer. I need to buy some fruit and go to town to visit Zhou Xintian," Tang the Cripple said with a smile.

I have to see this; barring any unforeseen circumstances, their two families will become in-laws in the future.

If he doesn't visit her at this crucial time, people will definitely gossip about Tang Shuang.

"Okay!" Qin Chaoyang escorted Tang the Cripple to the door, and only after Tang the Cripple had walked away did he ask the waiter to bring some oil paper to pack the food.

In 1988, foam lunch boxes and plastic bags were not yet common, so people could only use oil paper, straw paper, or newspaper to pack their meals.

After packing up the food, Qin Chaoyang did not linger in the private room. Instead, he placed the food on top of the basket containing the eggs and carried it towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

The supply and marketing cooperative is deserted; hardly any villagers are buying anything there anymore.

Upon entering, Qin Chaoyang saw this scene and immediately put down his basket to buy shoes for his sister, as well as daily necessities needed for the household.

Although ration coupons were not abolished in 1988, they were no longer required to buy shoes and some ordinary daily necessities.

However, the shoes are ridiculously expensive; a pair of nice genuine leather shoes costs a whopping eighteen yuan.

Even those ordinary-looking cloth shoes cost five yuan a pair.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Chaoyang took out the red envelope that Zhou Jian's mother, Wang Qiuju, had given him.

The meaning of taking it out is simple: they want to see how much money is in the red envelope.

If I had fifty or sixty, I would definitely buy my sister a pair of genuine leather shoes.

But if the red envelope only contains ten or twenty yuan, it can only buy two pairs of ordinary cloth shoes.

After all, there are many expenses at home now, and he can't possibly spend all of it on buying shoes for his sister.

Surprisingly, the red envelope Wang Qiuju gave was not twenty or sixty yuan, but eighty-eight yuan.

That's right, it's eighty-eight yuan.

This is also why the red envelope looks so thick.

After realizing what had happened, Qin Chaoyang smiled and carefully put the money away, then started picking out genuine leather shoes for his sister.

He then realized that his efforts in acting as a matchmaker for Tang Shuang and Zhou Jian today had not been in vain. If he had just ignored them as strangers, he probably wouldn't have received this 88 yuan red envelope at all.

Eighty-eight yuan, that's almost a month's salary for an average worker in the city.

If I were to tell my mother this, she would probably be shocked.

But Qin Chaoyang was not surprised at all, because the information in the virtual pop-up window showed that this Zhou Xintian was a generous spender with tens of thousands of yuan.

Seeing that everything that needed to be bought had been bought, and nothing had been forgotten.

After packing his shoes and daily necessities in the newly bought vegetable basket, Qin Chaoyang carried them on a shoulder pole and took a shortcut towards Wanhe Village.

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