Chapter 606 Rainy Season

The corridor is particularly quiet at noon, and even the slightest sound can be heard clearly by everyone in the office.

Zhong Jiasheng pretended to be polite, then took out a brown paper bag from his bag and put it on the table.

“I heard that Professor Zeng has the skill to restore ancient calligraphy and paintings, and I happen to have two handwritten copies of unknown age.

I would like to ask Professor Zeng to help me repair some of the altered parts inside. "

Professor Zeng acted like an old scholar, showing off his watch modestly, "It's just a hobby in my spare time. I can help take a look at it, but I can't really ask you to help repair it."

Although he said no, his eyes were darting back and forth over the brown paper bag.

Zhong Jiasheng looked at his expression and a quick smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, he calmly opened the brown paper bag and took out the manuscript wrapped in oil paper.

"My kid is a naughty boy. He scribbled all over the place after learning a few characters, wasting Wen Zhengming's handwritten copy of the running script."

He did not say that the female four books were changed from the male four books by his heart and liver, he just put the blame on his son.

Anyway, her handwriting is not very beautiful, it is round and flat without any strokes, and you can barely get away with saying it was written by a little kid.

We can’t let Lin Yiyi get embarrassed and lose face before she even arrives at Hong Kong University.

"I don't really understand these words and books. If I keep them at home, they will just get eaten by insects. It's a good thing to find someone who understands and treasures them."

"......" He didn't know the year, but directly reported the title of a master of that generation.

This kid is not an easy person to deal with. Considering his father's position, how could he not agree?

Professor Zeng reached out and picked it up to take a closer look. When he heard the second half of the sentence, all his sour and pedantic air turned into shrewdness.

"Oh? Really? I didn't realize that Jiasheng is such a generous person."

At this point, he began to probe again, dragging out a pedantic tone, "It's just... this manuscript..."

"Professor Zeng, please feel free to say whatever you want to say. My wife Lin Yiyi has always admired you.

I always want to learn more from you so that I can have some cultural appreciation ability."

Zhong Jiasheng's tone was calm, and it was hard to tell what he meant by it or what he shouldn't mean.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the bookshelf on the opposite wall. On the bookshelf hung a piece of cursive script with the four big characters "静静敬竞" written on it.

Professor Zeng confirmed that it was an authentic work, gently placed it back on the table, paused for a moment, and smiled kindly.

“Overrated, overrated. It’s just a personal hobby.

If Jiasheng is confident about the repair, I can also help you give it a try. "

"But I can't guarantee when it will be repaired or whether it will be repaired well."

What you said was airtight. Are you not going to do anything unless you can get any benefit?

Zhong Jiasheng restrained his expression, and suddenly became stern and indifferent, with his voice also becoming cold.

"Nothing that is taken out is taken back. It's getting late, Professor Zeng. I won't bother you anymore."

It was getting late, and both of them knew it.

It's already March, and May isn't far away.

Professor Zeng did not dare to underestimate the young master of the Zhong family. He looked at his back, then lowered his head to glance at the manuscript on the table, and thought to himself: Like father, like son.

Even if there is no benefit, he can at most lower his status and refuse once or twice, pointing out the difficulty and then agreeing.

The calligraphy works of Wen Zhengming, the calligraphy master of the previous two dynasties, are rare.

When Zhong Jiasheng was almost at the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back and chuckled.

"The cursive calligraphy hanging on the bookshelf is nice. I like it very much."

Jing, Jing, Jing and Jing should be written as four "jing".

......

The Zhong family residence in Mid-Levels.

After lunch, after the twins were taken away by the nanny, Yang Ying told Lin Yiyi about the interview that morning.

"Mozi and Youyou's information has been submitted. They will have no problem passing a language test next week."

"Hong Kong is different from the north. Here, education is mainly in English. The twins' Chinese will definitely be much weaker in the future.

Your father-in-law and I have suggested that we hire someone to teach you at home and arrange your schedule more fully."

Yang Ying didn't say that the two naughty kids ate the snacks of several other children before leaving the kindergarten.

I am vaguely worried that I will have to go to the kindergarten more often to pick up my children in the future.

After listening to her mother-in-law's words, Lin Yiyi nodded. Her own education was a problem, let alone educating her children.

It is better to have these matters arranged by professionals, and she has no objection.

The rain that lasted the whole morning seemed to have no end. It stopped and then started again.

Over and over again continuously.

The air is humid and a little stuffy.

It has been raining since March.

Everything went according to plan.

After an A Level-1 exam, time quickly came to the end of the month.

Because of the heavy rain in the past month, the twins caught a cold and had a fever at night.

At first it was only Youyou, and the next day Mozi also started to have fever symptoms.

On the third day, Lin Yiyi also caught a cold.

From the first day Youyou fell ill, the Zhong family separated the twins, but they still caught a cold.

What was even more unexpected was that the twins were left in the garden house and not picked up, but Lin Yiyi showed symptoms.

However, her condition was relatively mild, with just some coughing and drowsiness.

After the family doctor visited me, he prescribed some cough medicine.

But after taking it, it seems to only provide relief for a while.

After that, the coughing continued.

Especially at night, the cough becomes more severe.

The family doctor came to my house several times and asked about my diet, clothing, daily activities and sleep habits, but all came back empty-handed and no cause was found.

Finally, Lin Yiyi went to Jehovah's Hospital for another check-up and blood sampling.

After waiting for a week, the results I got were the same as my family doctor's diagnosis.

There is nothing wrong with your body, the cough may be a psychological effect.

Sleepiness may also vary from person to person.

After listening to the doctor's conversation, Zhong Jiasheng felt a surge of anger in his heart.

The medical skills are not good, and you blame the patient?

Apart from relying on instruments to check what's more or less, and cutting whatever can be done, when it comes to really seeing the real deal, we are no better than him.

Finally, he said a lot of things and prescribed some cough and asthma suppressants.

Let the patient rest more and keep a happy mood.

The twins recovered from their cold in just a week, but Lin Yiyi's cough still hadn't healed. Western medicine, pear juice, and health-preserving soup could only delay the symptoms.

Things weren't getting better, but they weren't getting worse either.

Seeing her suppressing her cough every day, Zhong Jiasheng became anxious.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor doesn't work, and increasing the dosage to increase the pressure on the symptoms doesn't cure the problem.

Taking too much western medicine can cause serious side effects.

Zhong Jiasheng didn't dare let Lin Yiyi take a larger dose of medicine because her body couldn't handle it.

The health-preserving pills made by the old Chinese doctor with a white beard are to be taken when the seasons change, and should not be taken randomly unless absolutely necessary.

There was no other way at home except to make some ginseng soup to replenish her energy and spirit.

Another week passed and there was still no improvement, Lin Yiyi also developed symptoms of night sweats.

On the surface, he doesn’t seem to have any serious illness, but the first impression he gives is that he lacks energy.

Zhong Jiasheng could no longer wait and filled out the two people's information as quickly as possible to apply for the Home Return Permit.

On the same day, Yang Wanchun was arranged to supervise the construction site on the island. He also called Lin Yan to talk about the harvest issues in April and May of Greenland Real Estate and Qiquan Breeding.

That night, Zhong Jiasheng mentioned to Lin Yiyi the matter of returning to Beibianze County.

Lin Yi leaned on the man's shoulder, a little puzzled, "Why do you want to go back suddenly?"

"I will take the last two exams next month. If I go back now, I will definitely not be able to come back in time to take the A-level 3. The past year will be wasted."

Zhong Jiasheng did not mention that her body was hollowed out due to the difficult childbirth, he just smiled and said it lightly.

"If it's too late, we can wait until next year. We will go back first and ask the old man with white beard to check your health.

He is a good doctor and will definitely cure your cough."

"Didn't you say that you wanted to be a lazy rich woman who lived a hundred years?

If a minor illness is not treated, it can easily turn into a major illness. You have been coughing for more than 20 days and it has not improved. I am very worried. "

Lin Yiyi thought about it and felt it was a bit of a pity, but still agreed to Zhong Jiasheng's proposal.

She was in poor health, and the whole family was busy taking care of her.

“…Alas, it’s already the end of April, and there are only 20 days left before the exam. What a pity.”

She has passed four out of six courses. Will she have to do it all over again next year as a volunteer at the Love Service Center?

Her cough had not been cured, so she had to drink supplements every day until she felt weak and it was a bit of an overdose.