doctor husband

He Zhilan's grandfather's surname is Jiang, which is different from the rich and powerful of the He family. He is a great writer who really came from a scholarly family. There are two champions with names and surnames in his ancestors, not to mention the rest of Jinshi, Juren, etc. Well, Mr. Jiang was noble all his life and didn't hold any important positions, but the disciples under his name are either rich or noble. Even if they don't follow the above two words, they are still famous writers nowadays.

He Zhilan's father, He Jiancheng, was a student worshiped under Mr. Jiang's name. He was not a name, but a real teacher and apprentice. Back then, He Jiancheng was Mr. Jiang's favorite student. He often went in and out of Jiang's house, under the same roof. After staying for a long time, she has a secret love affair with Jiang Rumeng, the beloved daughter born to Mr. Jiang's ex-wife.

Mr. Jiang back then actually did not agree to this marriage.A lover is a lover. He Jiancheng's family background is destined not to be ordinary and tender for a lifetime. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Once the other party enters the officialdom, he will surely rise to the top. At that time, Jiang Rumeng will still be as free as at home, with independent choices?It's no wonder that Mr. Jiang thinks so, 'the husband's family is noble, and a wife has to sacrifice a lot'. This is normal. Mr. Jiang has seen too much, and he has seen it too thoroughly. He Jiancheng is impeccable as a student. It is impeccable to be the parent official of the ruling party, but it is doomed to be unqualified to be the husband.He didn't want his daughter to be the one who forbears, and he didn't want his daughter to have a glorious reputation in the future married life, but she could only swallow bitter tears.

Mr. Jiang's heart for his beloved daughter was defeated by the tenderness and affection of Jiang Rumeng's girl Huaichun. In addition, He Jiancheng was full of sincerity, and Mr. He also came to the door personally to be optimistic about this marriage. Mr. Jiang finally had to admit it. marriage.

It was also a good story at that time that the lover married the beloved daughter, who was talented and beautiful.It's a pity that the sky is jealous of the beauty, Jiang Rumeng had a difficult labor when giving birth to He Zhilan, and died young.Just as Mr. Jiang thought before, He Jiancheng is a good student, a good parent and official, but not a good husband.Jiang Rumeng suffered from dystocia and hemorrhage, and spent the whole night on the operating table to drain the last drop of blood, and he did not see He Jiancheng for the last time.

When He Jiancheng came back from his job, what he saw was the pale face of his beloved wife with her eyes closed forever.

Mr. Jiang sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man. This grief turned into hatred for He Jiancheng. What kind of relationship between master and apprentice, what kind of relationship between son-in-law and enemy? Seeing this, Mr. Jiang was so angry that his chest hurt like a burst when he thought of this.

From then on, Mr. Jiang regarded He Jian as an enemy, and even the He family members were not welcome by him, including the posthumous son of his beloved daughter, He Zhilan.It is said that time can heal all wounds, but after more than 20 years, Mr. Jiang's prejudices have not diminished, but have gradually deepened. At the beginning, he still had some superficial skills towards He Zhilan, but in the past few years, I don't know because he is getting older. The eccentric temper was aggravated by some other reason. Mr. Jiang seemed to have lost his last bit of affection for He Zhilan, and he was erratic and moody, pointing and swearing. The level of swearing is worthy of a great writer. It is okay to use no dirty words and no repetition. Even cursing for an hour away!

He Zhilan don't pick up the words, Mr. Jiang scolds him for disrespecting the elders, and doesn't know how to be polite; just pick up the talk, it's even worse, Mr. Jiang is like a warrior who ignites a heroic fire, He Zhilan from top to bottom Incomplete.As long as someone persuades him, nine times out of ten it will have the opposite effect, the more he scolds, the more vigorous he is, and the most puzzling thing is that Mr. Jiang is so harsh on He Zhilan, and he is so lenient to outsiders, obviously doing the same thing Others would be very nice to him for the same thing or to give the same gift, but when it comes to He Zhilan, it has a completely different meaning.

No matter how good Mr. Jiang's second wife, Grandma Fang, uncles, aunts, and cousins ​​treated him, they were no match for Mr. Jiang's mouth. Only then did I sit for a while.On such a birthday, there must be a meal reserved for outsiders, and He Zhilan was already mentally prepared to be scolded for hours.

Grandma Fang was 13 years younger than Mr. Jiang, she treated He Zhilan just like she treated Jiang Rumeng back then, she was sincere and not adulterated at all.

The living room of Jiang's house was full of students who came to celebrate Mr. Jiang's birthday, and there were many of them who were familiar with him. Uncle He Zhilan shouted, and finally called: "Grandpa."

Mr. Jiang, who was originally bright-eyed, had a bad complexion ever since He Zhilan entered the door. When he raised his eyes, it felt like a needle prick. It didn't hurt very much, but the slight tingling was enough to make the scalp numb. "Call me so reluctantly, do you still see me as a grandfather?"

He Zhilan didn't say a word, but actually wanted to say something in her heart, if you ask me if I have a grandfather like you in my heart, do you have a grandson like me in my heart?

The other guests picked up tea and pretended to drink tea one by one. It was their turn to intervene in the teacher's housework.Grandma Fang came to the rescue: "What are you talking about, if Zhilan doesn't have you as a grandfather in her heart, can she take time out of her busy schedule to come here to celebrate your birthday?" As she spoke, she was about to pull He Zhilan away.

Mr. Jiang was very angry: "Why are you celebrating my birthday? It's almost time to come here for dinner."

Hearing this, He Zhilan, who was about to be dragged away by Grandma Fang, paused for a moment, turned her head and wanted to say something, when you came early last year, you said that I didn't do my business, and I just wanted to eat and drink every day. There is no one else here, and I don't understand a little bit of etiquette. This year, Chi Xian greets others, and you said that I came here for dinner on a special trip, and you don't see you as a grandfather. Why don't you explain it once and for all, what exactly should I do? Yes? !

Fearing that something might happen on this occasion, Grandma Fang hurriedly tugged He Zhilan, her eyes begging, Jiang Wenming also rushed over, grabbed the other side of He Zhilan, and said with a sneer: "Everyone, talk slowly, my uncles. Talk to your cousin."

The two of them pulled He Zhilan away together, so Grandma Fang had time to pay attention to Li Yuanxi next to her, and said embarrassingly: "The old man has a weird temper when he gets old, and you are a junior, so you will have to worry about it. Zhilan, take your friend to Wenzhou Sit in the Ming room for a while, and I will call you again when we are eating, and then you should sit at the same table as the juniors and stay away from each other."

He Zhilan entered the room with a dull head, and Jiang Wenming couldn't say anything, so he greeted him: "Cousin, sit down first, there is your favorite pre-rain tea on the balcony, make it yourself."

"Okay." He Zhilan replied with a smile, and as soon as the door was closed, she couldn't pretend to be smiling. She felt gloomy, and felt that the bright sunshine on the balcony couldn't warm her heart.

"When I was young, I had a fight with my dad, and I yelled at him in anger, 'I want my mother but not you'. My dad slapped me and made my ears ring for a day. I will never forget his expression at that time. After a while, will you also yell at me 'I want your mother but not you'? I remember when I was two years old, and my dad never smiled at me. Grandma, I still remember the first time I came to the door, I met him by the flower bed in the community, he still bent down and asked me cheerfully, "Whose little golden boy is this?" I went to find my parents, but when I heard my name was 'He Zhilan', I turned my face faster than a book, and stared at me like I wanted to eat people." Said here with a sarcastic smile. "When I was young, I was ignorant. I wanted my mother and my grandpa, and I hid in the bed and cried aggrievedly. Now that I'm older, think about it. I was really naive at that time. Wouldn't I still be able to live well without anyone? Grandpa is nothing, anyway, I have Grandpa, one is worth two."

Seeing He Zhilan's forced smile made Li Yuanxi's heart ache.

"It's not that Mr. Jiang doesn't like you, he's just sick." Li Yuanxi squeezed his cold fingertips, and explained: "A white-haired person sends a black-haired person, depression becomes a disease, and every time it increases for more than 20 years, it becomes a chronic illness. Mr. Jiang usually seems to be fine, but once the trigger is triggered, it is like a hypochondria, and he can't help doing things that he can't imagine. It is obvious that you are the trigger of the disease."

"Is there a cure? What will happen if there is no cure?" He Zhilan asked.

Li Yuanxi thought for a while: "If you die, the best result will be that the influence of the inducement will expand, and Mr. Jiang will become moody. The worst result will be a serious impact on Shouyuan. Maybe one moment he is no different from ordinary people, and the next moment he is Immortals are hard to save. As for the cure, there is one."

"The sword is slanted, and the poison is used to fight the poison."