and share this life with affection

Bianzhi is a bit noisy here.

Huo Wuzun was here, but the phone rang.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, but the person on the opposite side is standing in the dark night of the northern hemisphere.

The old man used to be a soldier, full of arrogance, and he is also strong when he is old. In recent years, his body has not grown much, and his voice has become weaker. As soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed a little.

But the tone is still quite majestic.

Huo Wuzun looked at the flickering phone and didn't want to answer it.

Older people, after all, say those words in their mouths: When will you get married, can you still have children at your age?In my lifetime, can I still hold my grandson.

But when it came to Huo Wuzun, the old man was more verbose and dissatisfied.

It's fine to only be attached to one woman in this life, but he didn't succeed. In the end, the other party had an accident, and he ran over eagerly, and the other party lost his memory.

For more than ten years, he has been pampered like a treasure, and he dare not fart in front of others. If you look around, the parents of any family will be unhappy.

In the old days.

When Mr. Huo faced Huo Wuzun, he usually had a bad face.

Not to mention making phone calls, everyone inside and out looked disgusted.

Today, something is different.

"Huo Wuzun, are you still in City A?"

Huo Wuzun: "Yes."

"I heard that you picked up a daughter by the curb?"

Huo Wuzun furrowed his brows, thinking that the next one was so talkative, he leaked the news so quickly.

Here he kept his voice down, "No," he didn't want to trouble Bian Zhi, at least not until the girl called him daddy herself, "Not sure yet."

Under the scorching sun, Huo Wuzun could clearly hear the other party's "Heh -" very ironically.

After Mr. Huo's team, Shang Hai has been ups and downs for half his life, with deep thoughts.

Huo Wuzun also couldn't predict whether this "heh--" meant that he was silent, or he didn't believe what he said at all.

Just about to explain, two words "trash."

Then, there was a "beep" sound after the phone was hung up.

Huo Wuzun put away the phone.

He opened his mouth and shouted: "Old Gao."

Gao Qingtian came out from the dark, his face was covered with undulating scars, "Boss."

Huo Wuzun was about to go on and find out who was quick-talking, but his actions leaked the news to the old man so quickly.

Brother Leng came in from the outside with drooping brows, and walked in front of Huo Wuzun looking unlucky.

"Old Gao, there is no need to check."

"I said."

Feeling Huo Wuzun's dead eyes on the top of his head, Brother Leng let out a "hiss" and was very irritable, "The old man asked seriously before, besides, we just got the news, so I didn't pay attention to precautions Who knows, he set up a beauty trick for me this time, I didn't pay attention, and just said a few words, and when I came back to my senses, I regretted it to the death."

He was thinking of counter-killing, and also engaged in a beauty trick.

As a result, the girl changed her face and embarrassed him.

Said: A man who can't even control his mouth, what else can he do.

After saying this, he walked away, leaving Brother Leng sitting on the ground in front of Lin's house, unable to regain his senses.

The boat capsized in the gutter, what a shame!

Huo Wuzun frowned, and was about to open his mouth to settle accounts with Brother Leng, when suddenly, the tip of his eyebrows pressed hard.

Lao Gao: "What's the matter? Boss."

Huo Wuzun looked at the perpetrator expressionlessly, and said a few words without emotion, "Before I hung up the phone just now, I really wanted to hear the sound of the private plane landing."

The words fell.

All three were silent.

Quietly a needle can be heard falling on the ground.

And Bian Zhi left the ruins and went directly to the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

On the way, she answered a call from a teacher.

It was her doctoral supervisor when she was studying medicine before, "Girl, it's like this, the teacher knows that your Chinese medicine hospital is very busy, but I have an old friend who recently came back from abroad. He is not feeling well. He has seen countless western medicine, but nothing happened. As a result, I immediately thought of you."

"I originally wanted him to get the account of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but I checked, and your account is already scheduled for next year. Look, give the teacher a back door?"

Bian Zhi nodded and readily agreed.

On weekdays, there are also many people who can't register to add a number on the spot, or the plus number is full. If the person is really remote, she will work hard to add a number.

So now she gets off work later and later.

However, she never postponed what she could do.

After Bian Zhi agreed, the teacher at the other end thanked him, and before hanging up, he added: "Girl, my old friend is a bit old, try to let him look ahead, when he was young, he retired from the army Yes, she has a tough temper and speaks loudly, if there is any offense at that time, you will see it for the sake of the teacher, how tolerant?"

Bian Zhi replied "OK."

After hanging up the phone, the teacher sent another message again, emphasizing again: [He is really a very good friend, but... his temper is a bit weird, so he must be more tolerant. 】

Looking at the text message, Bian Zhi thought to herself, how eccentric this temper is to be called a good temper, and she was so tolerant that she repeatedly sent messages to remind her.

The Chinese Medicine Hospital is right in front of you.

Before entering the consultation room, she paused, only to remember that she forgot to ask the teacher the name of that friend.

While she was wearing a white coat, she wanted to call the teacher back to ask for clarification, when someone came in at the door.

She has silver hair, sticks a cane, and has deep eyes. As soon as she enters the room, she sweeps her up, down, left, and right for several minutes.

"You are Bianzhi?"

Bian Zhi nodded.

He tentatively asked, "Are you the friend my teacher mentioned?"

The old man finished watching her, then looked at the consultation room, and said "um" casually.

He was followed by a middle-aged man like a housekeeper, and asked in a low voice: "Master, find a place to sit first?"

This man called "Master" cast his eyes at the people around him, and his eyes were somewhat blaming him for meddling in his own business.

A few seconds later, the old man sat at the clinic with a cane, and stretched out a hand very rudely, "Go ahead."

Bian Zhi didn't waste time either.

Sit down and raise your hand to feel his pulse.

Generally, during the pulse checking process, very few patients would interfere with the doctor, and even the vicious and tough guys would obediently shut up at this time.

After all, Chinese medicine relies on cutting the pulse.

But this patient is different, he doesn't seem to care at all about how Bian Zhi feels his pulse, or in other words, he doesn't have any expectations for Chinese medicine to treat his body.

"The outside of this hospital is very good." The old man looked around the simple consultation room again, without disdain, and calmly made his inner evaluation, "But the environment seems to be very simple."

Bian Zhi motioned him to switch hands.

The old man frowned slightly, as if he thought it was troublesome.

His eyes fell on Bian Zhi's face again, "It looks pretty good."

"How many years have you studied medicine?"

Bian Zhi: "In terms of serious Chinese medicine, it's not been a few years."

"Oh."

"Looking young."

"In a few years, I learned from others and went out to see a doctor. Can you see clearly?"

These words made people uncomfortable, but the tone was not provocative, but another kind of calm evaluation.

During the evaluation, the old man looked at Bian Zhi more and observed her reaction.

Bian Zhi received the old man's gaze and smiled peacefully.

She used that kind of caring eyes when facing the elderly, and her tone of voice was soft and gentle, with a calming tone.

"You can't see it clearly, you will know if you try it?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, Bian Zhi moved the hand that cut the pulse away from the old man's wrist.

The old man watched the little girl write, and smiled briefly, with the mentality of watching a show.

Ask, "Have you seen it clearly, and then put your pen down?

"What's wrong with me?"