Medical mountains and rivers

After half a month, Song Chengqing finally returned to the research institute, and before he calmed down to collect his thoughts, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

He glanced at the coat on the shelf and called out, "Yu Fan?"

After a while, the bathroom door opened, and Yu Fan came out covered in steam: "Are you back?"

The smell of blood was masked by the aroma of body wash. Song Chengqing circled around him, stopped behind him, pointed to an inch below the butterfly bone and asked, "How did you get hurt like this? Don't you have anything to protect yourself?"

Yu Fan said: "I gave it to someone on the road." Feeling Song Chengqing's hand caressing Shang Chu, he quickly turned his body and said, "It's just a small injury, it's nothing serious."

Song Chengqing knew what was going on without looking at it, so he withdrew his hand, thinking that Yu Fan had been working hard for so long, and now he had to go to work with an injury, and felt guilty for no reason.

Hey, why do you feel like a black-hearted boss?

"That's all right, all right, what's wrong with me?" Song Chengqing sat down on the chair, picked up an apple and said, "The end of the year is coming, so I'll give you a vacation, so I won't use it for two weeks gone."

Yu Fan couldn't help being tempted, but after thinking about it, he still rejected his proposal: "Forget it, I still have a list..."

Song Chengqing opened his mouth and interrupted: "I'll do it for you. Why does such a young man only think about going to work all day long?" He judged others by himself, and couldn't help but feel pain for Yu Fan. "Besides, earning money is for enjoyment. Don't suddenly die suddenly, fulfilling my notoriety."

Yu Fan couldn't evade it, but was swept out of the house by Song Chengqing, standing shivering in the cold wind.

At least let me get dressed first...

In the past year of the research institute, seeing Yu Fan's hard work and hard work, he barely gained a good reputation. Song Chengqing didn't care about things, and Yu Fan was soft-hearted, and the orders he took over were all filtered by others.

The reasons for filtering are nothing more than a few-high risk, no money, high expenditure, and old things are too boring.

The one Song Chengqing was going to this time did not belong to any category.

He was stunned for a moment when he got the information, and after careful checking, he dispelled the suspicion that it was a trap.

The real estate crocodile suddenly suffered from a strange disease five years ago. First he couldn't see cash, then jewelry, famous watches, luxury cars...anything worth more than 200 yuan would make him throbbing and retching.

How painful it is to earn money but not enjoy it.

As an industry tycoon, it is naturally unbearable, not to mention that if the news is spread and the enemy in the market knows and takes advantage of this weakness, the career that he has worked so hard for will be over.

The big crocodile family came to Xuanmen without hesitation, people came wave after wave, but no one could really solve it.The crocodile grows more and more sad year after year, and gradually becomes numb, but he is still unwilling, and every year he finds all kinds of reasons to invite people to his home.

The brakes failed, the old mussels gave birth to pearls, the roosters laid eggs, the toilets were turned into kitchens... The deeds that spread out could make everyone in Haicheng laugh for a year.

But even so, the crocodile still failed to cure the strange disease.Song Chengqing couldn't help laughing sympathetically after reading it.

Yu Fan would definitely not accept this kind of order that seemed tricky at first glance. Most likely, he wanted to accept a rich order to save money because he had donated the money on hand.

Song Chengqing went out humming the tune.

Haicheng, he hasn't been there yet, I hope this trip can be a bit of a surprise.

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Haicheng, No. 68 Yuanfeng Road.

Behind the auspicious house number is the most high-end residential area for wealthy people in Haicheng. Among the detached luxury villas, the Zheng family is particularly eye-catching.

After Madam Zheng hung up the phone, she couldn't help but beam with joy, causing the three siblings who had just entered the door to widen their eyes.

Since my father was ill, my mother has always been frowning, and she hasn't smiled like this for a long time.

Zheng Zhu walked over, took Mrs. Zheng's hand, and asked curiously, "Mom is so happy, is something good happening?"

Mrs. Zheng said repeatedly: "It's a good thing, of course it's a good thing. Your father is finally saved. A master came from Fengjing..."

When the three siblings heard the words, the good mood just now was gone.Zheng Wen was young and couldn't hide his thoughts, so he couldn't help muttering: "It's a master again, you always say that when every master comes, and the results are not the same?"

Their dissatisfaction is not a matter of a day or two. These famous masters will ask for money whether they succeed or fail. Even if their family has gold and silver mountains, there will always be a day when they move out.

Madam Zheng lowered her face and scolded: "I know you guys are not happy. Listen carefully, you can tell me directly if you have any dissatisfaction, but you must not be rude to Master, understand?"

The three brothers and sisters nodded reluctantly, and Madam Zheng showed a satisfied look, and then gave a few more careful instructions.

The mother and son were talking privately, the housekeeper and sister-in-law who had been sent out to pick them up also came back, and a handsome young man entered with them.

The half-new blue cotton coat and black cotton trousers are suitable for the occasion in this cold winter, but they are slightly rustic.Zheng Wen couldn't help but chuckled softly.

Mrs. Zheng immediately glared at her son, stood up and went to meet him: "This is Director Song, right? I've heard him for a long time."

Zheng Wen was in the period of rebellion, and he hated the "master" to the extreme, this time his mother's reproachful eyes completely ignited his dissatisfaction, and immediately asked with a smile: "Mom, isn't the master we invited here, how did he become the director? Did the police uncle come to catch the liar?"

"Zheng Wen!" Madam Zheng lowered her face, and Zheng Zhu and Zheng Yu hurriedly pulled her brother aside.In front of outsiders, Mrs. Zheng was not easy to scold, so she suppressed her anger and invited the calm Song Chengqing to the garden.

The Zheng family's house occupies a very large area. Two French-style castles with attics are separated by a garden. At this time, the roses have faded, and only green pines and cypresses and red brick cottages stand upright in the snow.

Song Chengqing said: "You let the patients live here in this kind of weather?" Although it is sheltered from the wind and rain, it is more than a little inferior to the warm spring-like old castle.

Mrs. Zheng seemed to have answered many times, and said skillfully: "Director Song probably also knows that Lao Zheng's illness is strange. Now not only can't see money, but even clothes, food, and daily necessities Nothing can be a good thing, the cheaper it is, the better it will be for his body."

Mrs. Zheng and the siblings of the Zheng family all looked sad, and the sister-in-law of the Zheng family also sighed.

When Song Chengqing heard the words, he just wanted to spit: Isn't this just being cheap?

After entering the door, the scene in the room made the corners of his mouth twitch even more.

This is really... so cheap.

"Old Zheng, take a quick look, who did I invite you here?" Mrs. Zheng walked to the leather sofa with a smile on her face to claim credit.

In front of people, Zheng Guofeng is still very happy to create the illusion of harmony between husband and wife, not to mention that the fortune teller said that his yellow-faced woman is a good fortune for the Wangfuwang family.

He pushed the young woman beside him away, stood up, quickly looked at the young man, and judged that this must be another case of his wife rushing to the doctor in a hurry.

"My humble Zheng Guofeng, I don't know who and what school this master studied under." His tone was loose, and the contempt was self-evident. "It's a coincidence that Qing Ping also knows a little bit about profound arts, maybe the two are old acquaintances."

Qingping is the woman he invited to "suppress" the strange disease, and she claims to be a master of acupuncture and moxibustion.As for where the needle landed, it was tacitly understood.

Being said to be an old acquaintance with such a person, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't bear it, not to mention Song Chengqing is still very violent.He immediately turned around and left. Seeing this, Mrs. Zheng hurriedly explained in a low voice in Zheng Guofeng's ear: "You are really confused, this is..."

The sister-in-law of the Zheng family also knew the seriousness, so she hurriedly stopped him one after another with the housekeeper, and said in a low voice: "I'm really sorry, Director Song. My elder brother has been tricked many times because of this strange disease, and he treats everyone badly." Suspicion, please forgive him this time."

When Zheng Guofeng first heard the identity of the master, the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch.The fastest thing in the market is news, how could he have never heard of the name of the research institute?

Especially the farce that was raging on the Internet in the past two months but ended abruptly. Ordinary people don’t know it. How can they not know what those cars represent?If you get on the research institute, it means you get on top of Yu Xia's top dignitaries.

Zheng Guofeng was very annoyed, he never imagined that his yellow-faced woman would have the ability to invite people here, you know, Song Chengqing has never appeared in front of anyone since the Sun family...

In fact, not only Zheng Guofeng, but also Mrs. Zheng and the sister-in-law of the Zheng family did not expect that they just pinned their hopes on Yu Fan like everyone else—although they are not disciples of the master, but to them, employees and disciples are no different. Big difference.

The clinker God actually gave them such a big surprise for the Zheng family.

Mrs. Zheng couldn't help but said angrily: "You are too, you didn't ask anything clearly..."

Zheng Guofeng didn't care about listening to her, and walked up to his sister in two or three steps, trying to hold Song Chengqing's hand but in vain: "I was rude, Director Song. I beg you to help me, I am really hurt." This pain is gone!"

Both Zheng Zhu and his brother were shocked by the twists and turns, they stared blankly in place, bowing their heads and whispering from time to time.

Song Chengqing put his hands in the pockets of his cotton trousers, and looked at Zheng Guofeng expressionlessly: "You should be lucky, I'm just helping the staff to cover a shift, and someone else will take your order."

Zheng Guofeng trembled behind his back, and his palms were sweating. This anxiety was not only caused by the fear of his life, but also because he was afraid of offending the man in front of him.

"...Yes, Mr. Song doesn't remember villains..."

Zheng Guofeng's posture was placed at the lowest point, which could almost be called humble, but Song Chengqing was unmoved.He is too aware of the bad nature of these people, the more cloudy and uncertain he behaves, the more stable their hearts will be.

"If it's not for fear of ruining other people's reputation, according to my temper, it is possible to help the evildoers."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Director Song." Zheng Guofeng was overjoyed when he heard the implication, that his illness finally had hope.