Meng Fu is now also regarded as Xiaohong. Weibo fans are growing towards two million. She is wearing sunglasses.
Su Cheng, who is next to him, has been hit by many scouts. Whenever he enters and exits entertainment venues, he will wear a black mask. Only the gray-haired Dr. Luo holds a medicine box and wears plain clothes.
Housekeeper Jiang took a look, then led the three of them into the old mans ward.
Among the three people, apart from Meng Fu, the most noticeable one is Su Cheng. Although he is wearing a mask, he always has a cold air on his body that is not close to anyone. Even the exposed eyes are chilly.
makes people afraid to look directly.
As soon as he entered, Mr. Jiang noticed Su Cheng: "This is..."
There are also people like Yu Zhenling in the room, and they all look over.
Before Su Cheng could speak, Meng Fu took a step forward, dragged a chair, and sat next to Mr. Jiang, without any rush: "My assistant."
When she said this, Dr. Luo who followed behind seemed to pause.
"Assistant?" Old man Jiang looked at Su Cheng, "Oh", and then talked to Meng Fu, expressing his understanding: "Where is your agent, she is not bad, and the agents in your hyper-talking area are all hot."
Naturally, what he said was that Zhao Fans Weibo angered Jiang Rans fans.
The two talked, Su Cheng pressed the mask in his hand and stood behind Meng Fu to remind him, "Let Dr. Luo check your grandpas body."
Meng Fu stood up, gave Dr. Luo a place, and asked him to see Mr. Jiang.
Doctor Luo has put the medicine box on the table and opened it. He should be a Chinese medicine doctor. There is a set of silver needles in the medicine box, but it looks quite old. His medicine box has been used for more than ten years.
Meng Fu saw the set of silver needles, so he put his hands around his chest and looked at Dr. Luo more.
Standing next to Yu Zhenling, her brows were slightly twisted, but she didn't say a word, but it was Butler Jiang, looking at Dr. Luo's utensils, she couldn't help but shook her head.
It was Mr. Jiang that he was very cooperative. He looked at the equipment of Dr. Luo and couldn't help being curious, "Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"
Old Doctor Luo was taking the pulse of Mr. Jiang, and smiled gently: "My family has generations of traditional Chinese medicine."
"No wonder." Old man Jiang nodded, "Excuse me, I know my illness, you don't have to be too stressed."
"Grandpa, you just let him see a doctor. He has already seen your case. Don't disturb the doctor." Meng Fu leaned back in his chair and told Grandpa Jiang not to talk so much.
Father Jiang will not disturb the old Doctor Luo.
just met Meng Fu herself, and talked to her about the autograph, "The girl who took care of me is your fan. Give her an autograph."
Meng Fu remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave her a gift.
She tilted her head to look at Su Cheng, "Any pen and paper?"
Su Cheng lowered his head and drew out a note and a black pen in his pocket.
Meng Fu took it, and signed it smoothly.
She has not practiced signing signatures, and she has not designed any artistic fonts. She is madly cursive and has sharp pens. She was praised by the teachers in the training camp before.
After finishing writing, she folded it in half and handed it directly to Grandpa Jiang.
Old man Jiang looked at Meng Fu like this, thinking she didn't want others to see her words, and didn't expand it, so he received it under the head of the bed.
Only Su Cheng behind her saw the words she wrote and glanced at Meng Fu.
"You're going to the finals," Mr. Jiang thought about it again, and sat up slightly, "Are there any internal tickets? The doctor said that I have been in stable condition recently, and I can cheer you on the spot."
Meng Fu didnt know much about it, so he looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng collected the remaining notes and replied politely to Mr. Jiang: "You need a few of them for the 27th final. I'll send them to you when the time comes."
"Five," Mr. Jiang had the final say, then turned to Yu Zhenling who was not far away, "When the time comes, you and Jiang Quan will both come and have a look."
Yu Zhenling was sitting with her lips pursed. When she heard the words of Mr. Jiang, she pinned the hair behind her ears and laughed: "Dad, there is a national mathematics competition on the 27th. I want to accompany her to the province to participate. game."
Jiang Xinran's game is in the morning, and Meng Fu's final is in the evening. If you are willing, you can catch up.
"After the game, there may be an interview with the provincial TV station." Yu Zhenling glanced at Meng Fu lightly and continued to reply, "I shouldn't be able to come back."
She meant it very clearly. Elder Jiang knew that Yu Zhenling was unwilling, and he didnt waste time, so he changed the subject directly, "Doctor Luo, is my body getting better recently?"
Meng Fu is also indifferent to Zhenling.
On the contrary, Su Cheng glanced at Yu Zhenling, and only coldness remained in her dark eyes.
"Mr. Jiang's blood loss," Dr. Luo let go of the pulse of Mr. Jiang, his eyes were fierce, "It stands to reason that this kind of loss should be bedridden and sluggish. I think you are in good spirits and your pulse is relatively stable. There is conditioning."
Old man Jiang nodded again and again: "Yes, the doctor said the same, and allowed me to be discharged from the hospital two days ago."
"But the veins still accumulate a lot of stasis," Dr. Luo unfolded his acupuncture kit, "I will dredge the meridians for the old man."
was talking inside, and Jiang Xinchen just came over outside.
The door of the ward was half open. Jiang Xinchen saw Elder Jiang and others on the hospital bed, especially Meng Fu.
He just leaned outside the door and didn't go in.
"What's going on inside?" He asked the butler who just came out.
Butler Jiang came out and waited for the deputy dean who was going to round up the ward for the old man. Hearing the words, he glanced in and shook his head: "That's the Chinese doctor Ms. Meng asked for the old man, saying that he wants to see him.
Jiang Xinchen heard the words and rolled his eyes, "As long as she has a lot of things, she can come to the hospital to see her grandfather. She can think of this superb operation."
Jiang steward heard Jiang Xinchen's words, smiled, and said nothing.
The moment the two talked, a bunch of doctors in white coats at the end of the corridor were walking towards this side in a rush.
Steward Jiang hurriedly corrected his attitude, and respectfully greeted the deputy dean headed by him.
The deputy dean hung the stethoscope on a large front pocket, and walked here: "How is the spirit and diet of Mr. Jiang at home recently?"
"Everything is fine." Butler Jiang reported one by one.
Jiang Xinchen opened the half-open door, and when he looked up, he just saw Dr. Luo holding a silver needle in his hand about to pierce Mr. Jiangs arm.
Jiang Xinchen's brain buzzed, "What are you doing?"
He walked directly over, trying to poke Dr. Luo's hand away.
Outside, the housekeeper saw Jiang Xinchen walking past, and he sighed and explained to Deputy Dean Lin: "This is the Chinese medicine Ms. Meng found. Although Ms. Meng has been in T City for two years, it's just how to develop. No matter how much the old man wants to train her, he cant hide his stubbornness. Let other doctors come to you at will, and let him inject the old man. Her vision is still narrow. Associate dean, dont care about her. ."
The deputy dean just took the medical record card handed over by the nurse. Hearing what Jiang steward said, his eyes only glanced at the ward, not paying attention, and continued to look down at the case.
After flipping through a case, he seemed to think of something.
looked up in a daze and looked at the ward.
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