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From now on, I will use two bottles of this medicine each time, and give it intravenously for 25 hours. Give it once every twenty-one days.

In Jin Wusuan's mansion, Li Ang handed a box of nab-paclitaxel to a middle-aged doctor, and said: This medicine is toxic and may cause anemia, nausea, diarrhea, fatigue and other adverse reactions.

If the situation is serious, ask someone to notify me immediately—if I am in Chang'an.

The middle-aged doctor kept nodding, took out the medication instructions in the box, and read them carefully word by word.

Li Ang turned around and looked at Jin Wusuan on the recliner.

The former richest man in the Yu Kingdom, who used to be big and round, now thinned out like a punctured balloon. His face was pale and his hair fell out. He had to wear a hat to cover it up.

Jin Wusuan reluctantly opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, Thank you, Doctor Li.

Li Ang waved his hand and didn't say much.

It took him a lot of effort to produce such a box of nab-paclitaxel, but it is still unknown whether it can cure or delay the disease.

This is a thief who doesn't distinguish between black and white.

Beside Jin Wusuan, a thirty-year-old beautiful woman with a child in her arms, wiped away her tears, gritted her teeth and said: Da Lang has done so many good deeds and helped so many poor people, but God doesn't have eyes!

never mind.

Jin Wusuan waved his hand, signaling to his concubine not to talk too much, Life is a matter of life and death, and I have enjoyed all the glory and wealth in my life, so it is not a loss.

Da Lang—

The beautiful woman handed the child in her arms to the maid at the side, and she gently lay on Jin Wushuan's shoulder, crying, I'm just so sad.

Some idlers in Chang'an City heard that you were ill, and they didn't miss you at all, and they were still discussing in teahouses.

Don't even think about it, if you don't mediate in the Chang'an Chamber of Commerce, you can get money out of the mouths of those big companies.

Can those workshop workers, those farmers who sell grain and fruit have a good life today?

These people don't even think about it, business is the greatest charity.

puff.

Hearing this overly familiar and flawed sentence, Li Ang almost froze.

He coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, and said goodbye.

As soon as he reached the living room, the butler of the Jin Mansion chased after him, holding an ancient scroll tied with a ribbon in his hand.

Mr. Li Xiaolang stay a step!

Manager Jin called Li Ang to stop him, and said with a flattering smile, I'm sorry to trouble you, this is a little thought, I hope you will accept it.

What's this?

Li Ang took the scroll, and wanted to say that doctors should not receive extra gifts in addition to the medical expenses, but when he opened the scroll, his eyes lit up immediately.

In the scroll is a piece of poetry, the handwriting is elegant and free, full of pride and emotion, like a kunpeng wanting to fly out of the paper.

On the left side of the scroll, there are many seals printed, apparently passed through the hands of many collectors.

Li Taibai's Solitary Pian?

Li Ang said in astonishment.

Exactly.

Jin Guanshi nodded and said: A few years ago, I received it from the people. After several people's appraisal, it is confirmed that it is Li Taibai's own handwriting.

It's too expensive.

Li Ang stared at the majestic running script on the scroll, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Not many authentic works of Li Taibai's calligraphy have been handed down, and such well-preserved scrolls are even rarer, and they are often the deepest treasures of the dignitaries in the two capitals and the thousand-year-old family's treasure house.

Even if you go to Chang'an ghost market to buy, there is a price but no market.

It should be, Mr. Li Xiaolang, you are so busy that you are willing to take time out from your busy schedule to take care of and heal my master. The entire Jin family is very grateful. Please accept this gift.

Jin Guanshi's eyes are slightly red. When Jin Wusuan was still alive, the Jin Mansion was indeed a big ship as stable as Mount Tai, but now Jin Wusuan's body is getting weaker and weaker, and people in the mansion are also fluctuating.

The wives are calculating their property, the servants are calculating their way out, and there are wealthy businessmen and dignitaries outside who are waiting to eat meat, the pressure can be imagined.

Guanshi Jin wiped away his tears, and wiped them on his gray temples.

. How about this. I won't charge the follow-up medical expenses that I originally negotiated. After I go back, I will send a sufficient amount of flying money. Make up for the difference in this scroll.

Li Ang waved his hand, and without waiting for Manager Jin to refuse, he took the scroll and walked out of the Jin Mansion.

The streets are full of people, the sun is shining brightly,

Li Ang unfolded the scroll and admired it carefully.

Unlike the sands of time or the psychic paper he got before, this scroll with Solitary Chapter written on it is indeed an ordinary poem, without aura fluctuations, and there is no secret sword technique hidden.

But Li Ang just liked it, especially a few of them.

The majestic sword hangs on the wall, and the dragon roars from time to time. There are constant rhinoceros and elephants, and the embroidered moss grows.

The national humiliation has not yet been snowed, so how can he become famous? Condor Mengze, regardless of the kite.

One blow for the king, Peng Tuan nine days.

Li Ang read it over and over several times, and finally heaved a long sigh, rolled up the scroll, put it in his arms, and walked away.

The streets of Chang'an were still bustling, so he walked into a restaurant at random, found a place to sit down, and ordered tea and a few dishes of side dishes.

It is now noon, and there are many customers in the restaurant, sitting in twos and threes, chatting about gossip.

In front of outsiders, the people of Chang'an like to chat about the important affairs of the court, and they always like to pretend to be secretive and unpredictable.

At the table in front of Li Ang, someone was chatting about the future plan of the Yu State Railway, claiming that there is an uncle who works under King Guang, who specializes in surveying and mapping the topography of various places and drawing the route map of the railway. The common people became demolition households one by one, and moved into the newly built mansion in the state capital with laughter and laughter.

At the table to Li Ang's left, someone was chatting about the secrets of the academy, and they swore that the head of the mountain, Lian Xuanxiao, suffered severe injuries during the Qixi incident last year, and is still recovering from his injuries. up.

Another person said that the head of the mountain should be pretending to be sick, so as to draw out the demon sect lurking in Yu country. This is a big game that needs to be played slowly.

Where did I hear this.

Li Ang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook his head silently. Ordinary people have no access to the inside story of the academy, so they will naturally think about everything in a complicated way, so as to match the image of the academy in their impression.

Sometimes Li Ang himself will become the subject of chatting and discussing among ordinary people in the market.

For example, Mr. Li Xiaolang was personally judged by Xi Yangyu, the secretary of the school, and his spiritual talent was unqualified, but he was still able to make an exception. The water is very deep. Li Xiaolang's surname is Li, and Li Yu's clan is also surnamed Li. He was even able to violate the law of Yu and park the carriage in the inner garden of the Daming Palace. There is no need to say more about the implications of this.

There are still many rumors about Li Ang's life experience. If Li Ang had not had a complete childhood memory, he would really have doubted his life.