Brother Hua, please clear water!

When He Jing went to the recording studio to practice songs, He Jing was seeing He Wei and Zhao Kangzhuo talking and laughing. It also faded a lot, carefully telling He Wei what to pay attention to.

He Wei listened intently and wrote down everything Zhao Kangzhuo ordered him.

During the recording of the program, He Wei's singing voice returned to the previous level. When the two sang together for the first time, they mesmerized the audience.

The arrangement of this "Jedi Survival" perfectly fits the voices of the two, the melody is melodious, and the ups and downs are obvious. The song has ups and downs of emotion, melancholy and heavy at the bottom, and passionate at the high. Even the lyrics part of the repeated singing can bring the same shock to people again with the same effect.

After listening to a song, the staff who was in charge of tuning with earphones gave thumbs up to the two people behind the glass wall, and the person who didn't hear him asked him, "How is it?"

The man held back for a long time, then nodded exaggeratedly: "The Great God opens his mouth and kneels."

The recording time of the program is set at [-] pm next Wednesday, and they still have about five days of practice time.

After the show ended in the evening, the person who came to pick up He Wei was He He.

When He He saw He Jing, his smile became brighter, and he grinned and said, "He Jing~"

He Jing nodded at him: "How is your health recently?"

"pretty good."

He He's complexion was rosy, he was a little fatter than when he saw him last time, the flesh on his cheeks protruded a little, and he looked more energetic.

He smiled, squeezed out his dimples, and said to He Jing: "Come and have a meal with us?"

"No." He Jing waved his hand, "I have to rush back to the photography base to film."

"It's a pity." He He said regretfully, "My brother still wants to treat you to dinner, so let's take care of your health."

"Well, good." He Jing responded, and walked out together with Gu Shu who came to pick him up. When He Wei passed by, He Wei hinted him to stop, and He Jing looked at He Wei suspiciously.

He Wei said it again: "Thank you."

"It's okay." It seemed that He Wei had confessed his situation to Zhao Kangzhuo, and Zhao Kangzhuo didn't seem to mind.

He Wei's matter is a bit of a sign of the future.

In fact, for He Wei, this gossip incident will be slowly diluted by time because there is no follow-up filling. Although it is not without impact on Xingtu, the impact is not important to him. The most important thing is He Wei. Maintain your own state of mind.Now it seems that he has adjusted his state and grasped the position where he should stand.

The two were about to leave the Chenguang Music Building when they saw Zhao Kangzhuo running down the stairs in a hurry with sweat on his face. When he saw He Jing, he hurriedly asked, "He Jing, what's up next? Can you accompany me to the hospital?" ?"

Zhao Kangzhuo's face was pale and his tone was hasty, He Jing looked back at Gu Shu and said, "Help me contact Director Su."

Gu Shu responded, "Hey."

He Jing followed Zhao Kangzhuo and got into Zhao Kangzhuo's Bentley. The driver started the car and drove on the road. The road in the center of the city was very congested. Looking at the traffic that was moving at a snail's pace, Zhao Kangzhuo couldn't help urging the driver: "Old Wang, drive faster point."

The driver said helplessly: "Mr. Zhao, the road is very congested during rush hour."

"Hey, really... I'm going to die of anxiety." Zhao Kangzhuo fidgeted and kneaded his hands, changing positions after a while, and the soles of his feet kept tapping the ground, the frequency getting faster and faster.

He Jing sat beside him quietly, and after seeing Zhao Kangzhuo's appearance, he asked, "Mr. Zhao, what's the matter?"

"Xiaoxiang is hospitalized." Zhao Kangzhuo sighed heavily, "The doctor said that he could only live to be 30 years old. Xiaoxiang is 31 years old this year, and he may be at any time..." He paused and explained to Hejing, " You don’t know what kind of disease Xiao Xiang has, do you? Internal organ failure, that is to say, few organs in the body are functioning normally.”

"I heard from Mr. Zhao."

"Have you met Xiaoxiang?"

He Jing: "Well, Mr. Zhao Tianxiang once came to me about Mr. Zhao Tianheng."

"For Xiao Heng?" Zhao Kangzhuo looked puzzled, and after looking at He Jing for a few times, he turned his head and didn't speak, thinking in his heart, if Zhao Tian Heng was serious, he might not be worthy of someone like He Jing, that child was too wild and too flirtatious, It is definitely not the type that He Jing likes, but a child like He Jing is really outstanding, if he can really become a member of their Zhao family, it will be a blessing accumulated by his ancestors.

Although there are regrets in his heart, he, a person of the previous generation, can't interfere with emotional matters at all. He just sighed and changed the subject: "Hejing, I would like to trouble you to help take care of Xiaoxiang's illness."

He Jing nodded and agreed: "Well, as long as Teacher Zhao doesn't dislike me, I will be less learned."

"Where is it?" Zhao Kangzhuo had a lumbar spine injury before. After seeing several Chinese medicine practitioners, the more he massaged, the more uncomfortable he became. Some old Chinese doctors praised the recuperation prescriptions. Although He Jing is young, he has more unique and exquisite Chinese medicine techniques than many old Chinese doctors.

Zhao Tianxiang's disease cannot be cured from the perspective of western medicine, and Chinese medicine can only provide recuperation. After seeing many doctors at home and abroad, they can't come up with an effective treatment plan, so they can only hang Zhao Tianxiang's life with medicine.Zhao Kangzhuo didn't hope that Hejing could cure Zhao Tianxiang, but only hoped that Hejing could use medicine or acupuncture to relieve Zhao Tianxiang's pain, so that this poor child could live a few more years, and spend more time with him and Zhao Tianheng .

The traffic on the road was so congested that Zhao Tianheng made a phone call to inquire about Zhao Kangzhuo's situation. Zhao Kangzhuo had no choice but to give up the car and take the subway with Hejing.

Zhao Tianxiang was still in the emergency room and did not get out of the hospital after being down two lines of the subway. The high burning red light in the operating room burned Zhao Kangzhuo's heart like a flame.

Zhao Tianheng leaned against the wall, folded his arms around his chest and lowered his head to look at the ground. He didn't know what he was thinking. The lights in the corridor shook his figure, and a shadow was drawn on the ground.

"Tianheng." Zhao Kangzhuo greeted him, took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and asked, "How's it going?"

"Aunt Li said that the second brother was reading at home and suddenly fainted. Fortunately, he was discovered in time and was sent to the hospital almost immediately." Zhao Tianheng was very anxious, and his tone of voice became a little faster. He glanced at Surgical lamp, wishing to suffer for Zhao Tianxiang, punched the wall, Zhao Tianheng gritted his teeth and said, "Why does God look down on our Zhao family so much!"

"Don't worry." Zhao Kangzhuo comforted, "Let's see the treatment first."

"En." Zhao Tianheng looked at He Jing at this moment, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Kangzhuo: "I brought Xiaohe here, he is good at Chinese medicine, I want him to help Xiaoxiang take a look."

"Oh." Zhao Tianheng's throat was dry, and his heart was so irritable that he was about to explode. He really wanted to smoke, and he held the cigarette case in his pocket. An irritable mood.

The huge pressure brought by Zhao's family business has almost driven him crazy, and now something happened to Zhao Tianxiang, Zhao Tianheng is not a god, he can't do it, he really can't handle everything in an orderly manner like his elder brother!

Those people were right. Without Zhao Tianqing, Zhao Tianheng would be a waste!

Clenching his fists tightly, Zhao Tianheng leaned against the wall, raised his head, and let out a breath of oppression.

Seeing him like this, He Jing said, "Don't you want to know the purpose of Mr. Zhao Tianxiang looking for me?"

Zhao Tianheng asked back: "What purpose?"

"He misunderstood our relationship. I hope I can persuade you to cheer up. He cherishes you very much and doesn't want to see you give up on yourself."

Zhao Tianheng: "..."

He Jing's eyes carried soothing power, and the black eyes were as calm as the water surface of a clear pool, which gradually calmed down Zhao Tianheng's mood. He Jing said lightly: "Mr. Zhao, don't let your family down."

An hour later, Zhao Tianxiang's operation was over. The doctor was Zhao Tianxiang's attending doctor, and he performed every operation of Zhao Tianxiang himself.

The first thing the attending doctor did after he came out was to contact Zhao Tianxiang's family members. He said to Zhao Tianheng: "Mr. Zhao's condition is not ideal, and his heart and lung function is very weak. If this continues, the oxygen supply and blood supply systems will suffer greatly. The problem is, although this operation was successful, it is not guaranteed next time.” After a pause, although the doctor knew the current situation of the Zhao family, he still said it, “It is best not to make Mr. Zhao feel anxious again. For a patient, mentality is very important."

"... I'm sorry to trouble you." Zhao Tianheng said in a daze, the doctor nodded to him and left.

Zhao Tianxiang was sent to the emergency ward, and after a few hours it was confirmed that the patient's family members could come to visit him, several people from Zhao Tianheng entered the ward to visit him.

At this time, Zhao Tianxiang had already woken up, his face was even paler, his lips were dry just after the operation, Zhao Tianheng used chopsticks to light water to moisten his lower lip, Zhao Tianxiang smiled and said: "Xiaoheng, second brother give you Trouble."

"Don't say that." Zhao Tianheng said in a hoarse voice, "Second brother, I'm worthless, and I made you worry."

"Xiaoheng." Zhao Tianxiang patted the back of Zhao Tianheng's hand and said softly, "Second brother said, I will be your backing."

Zhao Tianheng: "But..."

Zhao Tianxiang: "But I still fell ill, which actually held you back."

"Xiaoxiang, don't think so." Zhao Kangzhuo sat beside him, straightened the quilt for Zhao Tianxiang, tucked up the corners, and said to him, "I brought a friend who is very good at Chinese medicine, you have seen it before."

"He Jing." Zhao Tianxiang looked at He Jing and said, "We meet again."

"I'll take the pulse for you." Zhao Tianheng gave up the seat to He Jing, and He Jing checked Zhao Tianxiang's pulse. The situation was not optimistic, even worse than the last time he checked the pulse.

He Jing took out the needle bag and said after sterilizing it, "It might be a little uncomfortable, please bear with it."

Zhao Tianxiang smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

Applying needles to Zhao Tianxiang, He Jing exerted Wanhua's unique internal force on Taisu's nine needles, and as the needle tip penetrated into the acupoints, it traveled inside the body along the meridians in the skin.

He Jing observed Zhao Tianxiang's reaction, took a deep breath, and turned the clear water to the sky.

Zhao Tianxiang's own qi is insufficient, his internal organs are severely exhausted, and many functions that should be performed cannot be performed. Taisu nine-needle needles can restore physical strength, and clear water can restore true qi. The two complement each other and have a chance to cure Zhao Tianxiang's illness.

It's just that this kind of exercise consumes too much of my true energy, and He Jing has never had the opportunity to try it before, and the effect is still unknown. Therefore, when Zhao Tianheng asked Zhao Kangzhuo, He Jing could only vaguely express that he could not cure it with confidence. Good Zhao Tianxiang's illness.

However, in fact, the probability of success of this method is [-]%. If there is no accident, Zhao Tianxiang should be able to recover.

Zhao Tianheng watched He Jing administering needles to his second brother, his face was full of anxiety, he paced back and forth, finally stopped and asked: "He Jing, how is my brother?"

He Jing gave Zhao Tianheng a blank look, and said in a cold voice: "If Mr. Zhao Tianxiang can survive this kind of pain, can you survive the pain you are going through?"

This sentence stunned Zhao Tianheng. He knew what He Jing was talking about. After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "I can."