Siheyuan: Daughter's will, dad beats stick to death

Although Jiang Chuyang saw this scene, he didn't care about it.

After all, it is true that Han Sung Wook cut off his index finger.

Even if he followed up with his superb medical skills, it has nothing to do with him.

Of course, from this we can see how scheming Han Chengxu is.

Otherwise, I am afraid that no one can pick up his finger immediately after cutting off his finger, and sit in the gazebo like a normal person.

Seeing Han Dingtian drooling while looking at the noodles on the tray in his hand.

When he came back to his senses, he took a bowl and handed it over: "Eat it! If it helps your anorexia, then you can let Mr. Wang come to me, he knows where I live."

He didn't feel sorry for Han Dingtian, but for the sake of the little padded jacket.

Because Han Dingtian's anorexia didn't improve for a day, he probably wouldn't leave Sijiu City.

So for the sake of the little padded jacket, he still did what he was supposed to do first.

At least not to leave hidden dangers for the little padded jacket.

"The other bowl..." Han Dingtian asked with a smile.

"It's for the little padded jacket, so don't think about it."

As Jiang Chuyang said, he walked out of the gazebo with the instant noodles on the tray.

Xiao Fantuan quickly followed behind with the golden lump in his arms.

Han Dingtian gave a wry smile, after watching Jiang Chuyang disappear.

Only then did he pick up the chopsticks and put a few noodles in his mouth.

Han Chengxu on the side couldn't help feeling nervous.

After all, this bowl of noodles is my father's only hope.

If this is the case, anorexia cannot be treated.

Then in this world, I'm afraid there will be no hope anymore.

However, to his surprise, Han Dingtian took a bite of instant noodles.

Not only did he not spit it out, but he was so excited that he cried: "How many days, how many days have I not tasted the taste of chili, and the sour taste of pickled mustard, hahaha... In this small bowl of noodles, I can actually taste You can taste it all."

"Father...you..." There were tears in the corners of Han Chengxu's eyes.

"The noodles are delicious and very fragrant." Han Dingtian replied.

"What I want to ask is, do you feel like vomiting anymore?" Han Chengxu asked in a low voice.

"I...I..." Han Dingtian was stunned.

Then he stared at the big bowl of instant noodles in his hand with wide eyes, like looking at a baby: "I don't feel like vomiting anymore, this Jiang Chuyang noodles can really cure my anorexia! "

Han Dingtian burst into tears.

Cry as much sad as you want.

Some people may say that he is pretending, but only he himself understands.

This kind of sadness is the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, and it can also be said to be tears of joy.

Because no one knows how much suffering he has to suffer if he cannot eat every day as an anorexic patient.

But now, a small bowl of noodles can restore confidence, can he not cry?

If I could come to Forty-Nine City earlier, I would have met Jiang Chuyang earlier. o...

Why did he suffer so much?

Han Chengxu was also happy for Han Dingtian.

He saw Han Dingtian's tears all fell into the noodle bowl.

Na Lian reminded: "Father, don't cry, hurry up and eat noodles, and then we will go to Jiang Chuyang to discuss and buy the secret recipe for making this noodles."

"The secret recipe for buying noodles?" Han Dingtian shook his head after taking a big mouthful of noodles: "I'm afraid this noodle is not easy to smell, let alone other seasonings and cooking secret recipes, so I bought the secret recipe. Thoughts, let’s not bring them up again in the future.”

"I mentioned it, I'm afraid I will find myself humiliating."

"But my father's illness..." Han Chengxu became worried.

"Jiang Chuyang is a gentleman, as long as we ask for it openly, it shouldn't be difficult to eat a bowl of noodles." Han Dingtian sighed: "When my anorexia is cured, it doesn't matter if there is a secret recipe for this noodle, you don't want it." It confuses the essence of the matter."

"Not bad." Han Chengxu nodded.

Once confused.

Jiang Chuyang was offended again because of the secret recipe of noodles.

I'm afraid the gain outweighs the loss.

And he is not stupid, he knows the whole Forty-Nine City.

Jiang Chuyang is not an ordinary person.

Such people will only offend when they have to.

If there is a chance to make friends, they will naturally choose the latter.

"Hey! Chengxu, this time we come to Sijiu City, in fact, we should resolve some of the grievances you gave to Mr. Wang. Back then, your teacher's wife died suddenly on 5.2..." Han Dingtian looked at Han Chengxu, his eyes Some dignified in the middle: "If you don't explain clearly, I'm afraid you will never be willing in your life."

"The question is how to explain it?" Han Chengxu smiled wryly: "The profession of a doctor is to save people, but to kill when you lose, and my wife was indeed killed by overdosing."

"But you did this to save your wife!" Han Dingtian corrected.

"No! I killed my wife." Han Chengxu's eyes were red: "If I had a higher attainment in medical skills, my wife would not have died."

As soon as the words came out.

Han Dingtian was silent.

After a long sigh.

He picked up the big bowl and ate the instant noodles.

And he drank all the soup, only then did he find out.

This noodle soup tastes better than noodles.

Chapter 167 The Lucky Rice Ball [Chapter 2 Delivered]

The gate of the Dragon King Temple.

Jiang Chuyang, who was holding instant noodles, saw the little padded jacket.

She was hiding behind Mr. Wang to watch the quarrel.

As for who was arguing, there was no doubt that it was Yan Bugui's family, Liu Wenbin and other apprentices.

The source of the quarrel was the quarrel over medical expenses.

This scene made Jiang Chuyang shake his head.

It is said that Yan Bugui is very stingy.

But I really didn't expect that the medical expenses would also be deducted.

If it gets out, which doctor will dare to treat their family in the future?

I'm afraid even the current Wang Lao feels a little regretful and disappointed!

Seeing the little padded jacket who was engrossed in the quarrel, he smelled the aroma of instant noodles and turned his head away.

Immediately squatting down, he handed over the instant noodles: "Are you hungry? If you are hungry, eat it quickly. I made it specially for you."

The little padded jacket had joy on its face, and after blinking its big eyes, it quickly took it and sat on the small low stool beside it.

"Hee hee..." Xiaofantuan and Jinpiada moved closer together: "Hurry up and make the noodles while it's hot, the noodles made by Wobaba are just right."

Although the little padded jacket couldn't hear her, he could see the little rice ball talking to her.

After being stunned, he also smiled shyly.

In her eyes, Xiaofantuan and Jiang Chuyang are good people, so there is no need to be on guard.

Seeing Xiaofantuan gesturing to urge him to eat noodles.

She quickly nodded in agreement, and moved a small low stool for Xiao Fantuan to sit on.

No one found out, just like this between you and me.

They have become good friends.

Of course, the little padded jacket is for the taste of instant noodles.

That was even more praiseworthy.

23 It's a pity that he can't say it.

Jiang Chuyang has been watching this scene from the sidelines.

Seeing that Liu Wenbin had endless quarrels with the Yan family.

At that moment, he whispered to Old Wang: "People in the Yan family don't shed tears when they don't see the coffin. In my opinion, you told Wen Bin not to quarrel with them, and scraped off all the medicines that were applied on them.

There is no need for medical expenses. In short...it will not work to reason with unreasonable people

"This... good! Just do as you say."

When Wang Lao heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

To be honest, he was a little hesitant before and didn't know what to do.

After all, treat the Yan family and the Liu family with a hundred malignant sores.

That's because Pei Ruoxi used Wang Chu's favor.

If the matter becomes serious, there is no way to explain it to Wang Chu.

But now, when Jiang Chuyang said it, it was a moment of enlightenment.

Because what was applied to Yan's family needs to be scraped off.

I'm afraid that they will suffer from the poisonous sore again.

And money is compared with these pains.

I'm afraid there is no comparison at all.

It is also because he is ignorant that he should have kept his hand before.

Otherwise, where would the messy scene now appear.

Thinking of this, Wang Lao hurriedly called Liu Wenbin, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

After Liu Wenbin heard it clearly, he was very excited.

Before Wang Lao explained in detail, he went to find someone.

A while later, with several people, they forcibly saw that the medicine on Yan Jiefang's body was scraped off.

This move stunned Yan Bugui.

The third aunt and Yan Jiecheng were even forced to stay where they were.

Because they really didn't know what Liu Wenbin meant.

Until Yan Jiefang suddenly let out an unbearably itchy howling god.

Only then did they suddenly realize that Liu Wenbin did not need medical expenses.

But the medicine applied to the body must be withdrawn.

It's just that the consequences...their family can't afford it.

After Yan Bugui figured it out, he cried and knelt down in front of Elder Wang with a weeping face: "Please do me a favor! Don't do this! My son will die if I do this. My family really doesn't have such a thing now." Too much money to pay for medical bills, that's why I messed around with you."

"No money?"

"Is it your attitude to have no money?"

Mr. Wang sneered: "When did you see that I drove those who had no money to see a doctor to a dead end, today you are looking for shame."

"I'm telling you, if you don't have money, you'll have to scrape off the dressings on your body. At that time, it will depend on whether money or life is more important to you." Liu Wenbin said angrily.

"I'm going to borrow it from the second uncle, can I borrow it?"