Chapter 69 069 Practicing with a pile of silver, the director of Jiangjing Hospital! (

Second update)

At the Eight Immortals Table, except for Bai Shi, everyone's eyes subconsciously gathered on Jiang Fuli's face.

His face, like Bai Shi's, was too deceptive, and he didn't look like the type of person who could write well.

Who would have known that he would throw out the words "Chinese Calligraphy Association" so casually? ? !

And a special member?

There are only five special members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association!

Except for the president, everyone else lives in seclusion, and often only their works are seen but not their people. Even the members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association find it difficult to see these senior members. Is the one in front of him one of them?

Beside him, Jian Zhe was struck by lightning.

He couldn't help but lean over to look at Jiang Fuli, but when he met Jiang Fuli's indifferent eyes, Jian Zhe immediately retracted his gaze.

"Any questions?" After a long period of silence, Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, no," Qiu Xuezheng was also hit a little hard. He had experienced a lot of storms and slowly calmed down his shock. "No problem."

He wrote the word "special grade" behind Jiang Fuli's name with a trembling pen tip.

"Do you want to take an exam?" Bai Xi tilted her head. She didn't understand the rules here. She

tilted her head slightly and asked Jiang Fuli calmly.

She was wearing the simplest school uniform, her profile was light, her eyebrows and eyes were like snow on a tree, and the light above her head enveloped her in a hazy and gentle temperament.

"Not only members, but also associations need to be rated," Jiang Fuli took the purple clay teapot and slowly added tea to her cup, and poured himself a cup, "We only have eight people now, and it's just a primary association."

Every June, the major calligraphy associations will be rated.

Associations are divided into special associations, senior associations, intermediate associations, and primary associations from top to bottom.

There is only one special association in China, which is the Chinese Calligraphy Association, which is one of the reasons why everyone wants to join the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

Senior associations are distributed in the four major cities.

For example, Baishen has never participated in the evaluation. Even if he won the Lanting Award, he is currently only a primary member.

"This is the membership fee, there is no password," Jiang Fuli gave Qiu Xuezheng a card before leaving, "She wants to do a good job in calligraphy school, here is the start-up fund, and I have asked someone to prepare a plan, someone will add you."

Qiu Xuezheng sat on the eight-immortal table, looking at the black card of the international bank, Suzaku Bank, placed in front of him.

Questioning life.

"Teacher Qiu," Jian Zhe looked at the figure of Jiang Fuli Bai Di leaving, and then looked back at the black card, "We... It won't be difficult to become a senior association in the future, right?" Qiu Xuezheng

was also in a daze, "Should... Should be..."

He felt that Bai Di would definitely be able to pass the examination to become a special member.

With two special members in charge, the senior association should be able to do it, right?

As for the special association, it will only appear in Jiangjing, and they have never thought about it.

Of course, Jian Zhe and Qiu Xuezheng don’t know this yet. They think these two are amazing, but they don’t know that they are… the best at teaching people!

Especially Bai Xi, in calligraphy, she can even completely replicate Liang Zewen’s teaching!

Qiu Xuezheng took a deep breath, took out his phone and sent a message to Vice Chairman Qian——

[If they don’t want to come, they don’t have to force themselves.]

On the other hand, when they heard Vice Chairman Qian say that he would not release people to Xiangcheng, Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing both breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Qiu Boqing, he thought Qiu Xuezheng would force him.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Xuezheng didn’t send him a single word.

**

At the same time.

Yongfu Community.

The man in a shirt held a cigarette in his hand, the tattoo on his vest extended to his neck, and four large excavators followed behind him. "No one here signed?"

"Boss Lu, it's mainly because of a painter," the subordinate lit a cigarette for him carefully, "The one in Building 7, Room 601, Ji Shaojun, he is educated and respected here, he should have found the loopholes in the contract and not let the people here sign."

As he spoke, the subordinate took out another stack of information and handed it to Boss Lu.

Yongfu Community is in the development zone, and everyone wants to get a piece of this cake. The

people living here are all ordinary people. The demolition agreement given by Boss Lu has loopholes. He thought it would be easy to fool these lonely elderly people, but he never thought.

None of these people signed.

After further investigation, it was all because of the family in 601, Building 7.

The whole community listened to the opinion of that painter.

"Let's go." President Lu bit his cigarette and glanced at the information. An ordinary painter and a philistine housewife.

It was almost eight o'clock.

When they arrived, Ji Shaojun was washing dishes. Shen Qing saw President Lu with his arms open and a ferocious python tattoo on his body, and couldn't help but take a step back, "Old, Old Ji..."

"Shen Qing, Ji Shaojun, right." President Lu sat on the chair brought by his subordinates and tilted his head slightly.

The subordinate immediately handed Shen Qing a card.

President Lu bit his cigarette and smiled, "There is a million here. As long as you get the people here to sign the demolition contract, the million will be yours."

They have specially investigated.

Ji Shaojun is a noble man, but Shen Qing is a petty bourgeois.

One million.

Enough to buy a soul.

"One million?" Shen Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes and look at the card.

For an ordinary person, this is a huge fortune.

Shen Qing has never seen so much money.

Ji Shaojun didn't even blink and returned the card to President Lu, "We won't do this."

President Lu smiled.

He looked at Shen Qing deeply, then waved his hand, "Let's go."

After everyone left, Ji Shaojun slammed the door, frowned and said to Shen Qing, "Don't even think about it."

**

Tuesday.

Yang Lin has been attending school well these past two days. Bai Mi took out her books one by one and thought slowly about how to tell her about the relocation.

Unlike other people, Yang Lin has always avoided contact with others.

"Tian," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Tian in front, twisting his fingers around, "that..."

Bai Tian raised her eyes, her eyebrows reflecting the morning sun, very charming, "Say."

"Oh," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Tian, ​​"I'm a self-media practitioner, of course I'm still in the initial stage. I want to send your school anniversary video to my account. I'll do a little blur, okay?"

Zhang Shize, who had just arrived at the class, was dizzy. He crossed his long legs, "Lu Xiaohan, can you speak slower? Who can hear me? I can't even catch my breath."

He just finished speaking.

Bai Tian leaned back, "Okay, you can send it."

She didn't have any opinion on this matter. She didn't know much about self-media, but it was difficult for her to refuse Lu Xiaohan's request.

Zhang Shize: "?"

"You're so nice!" Lu Xiaohan exclaimed, and was about to hug Bai Xi.

But Bai Xi stopped him with a finger, and her fingertips gently touched Lu Xiaohan's forehead. With her other hand, she casually pulled out a book, tilted her head slightly, and smiled lazily at Lu Xiaohan, "Talk nicely, don't move your hands and feet."

"Oh." Lu Xiaohan's ears turned red.

Then she remembered something and rolled her eyes at Zhang Shize, "Stupid thing."

Zhang Shize: "..."

The class for the day was over.

Bai Xi didn't go to the milk tea shop after school in the evening, but went to the Book Association with Jiang He. The bus stop sign had been applied for, and the route was being planned.

"Sister," Jianzhe was moving chairs in the yard. When he saw Bai Wei coming, his eyes lit up. "Come and take a look at our classroom."

The book association is next to the martial arts hall.

It is smaller than the martial arts hall, covering an area of ​​one acre. The surrounding rooms were planned by Qiu Xuezheng as classrooms, offices and reception rooms...

Jianzhe took Bai Wei to the 30-square-meter classroom. "The equipment will arrive in two days, and the children in the neighborhood can come to learn."

"Not bad." Bai Wei put down her schoolbag, then unzipped it and casually handed a bag of things inside to Jianzhe.

Seeing Bai Wei so relaxed.

Jianzhe took it with one hand.

When he took it, he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly held the wall on the side.

Jiang He sat on a stool on the side, swinging his legs, looking at Jianzhe expressionlessly.

"What is this?" Jianzhe looked down in shock and saw dozens of silver metals the size of quail eggs.

This much, how many kilograms?

"For practicing calligraphy," Bai Xi raised her hand, revealing a scarlet ribbon and silver the size of an egg on her hand, "You should also hang one for daily use."

She asked Mao Kun for it a few days ago, and Mao Kun was very fast.

Of course, Miss Bai didn't know the price of her quail egg yet.

Jianzhe nodded in a trance.

**

Abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

Mr. Lu held two cards in his hand, slowly squatted beside Shen Qing, narrowed his eyes, "Don't you like money? Two million, you don't want it?"

He didn't understand, two million was put here, but Shen Qing said he didn't want it.

The Shen Qing in the file is petty, vulgar, selfish, and merciless.

He could naturally see that she is a person who loves money extremely.

Shen Qing glanced at the bank card for a long time, raised her head, and smiled flatteringly, "Lu, President Lu, the old man in our community..."

"I thought we were the same kind of people, but... you really disappoint me." President Lu smiled, he stood up, crushed Shen Qing's right hand with his foot, and gently threw the two bank cards aside.

Shen Qing felt the pain at her fingertips, and her facial features instantly twisted into a ball, "Lu, President Lu..."

President Lu admired Shen Qing's painful look, then took a step back and tilted his head, "You come."

Five minutes later.

"I didn't expect you to be such a tough guy," he looked at Shen Qing who was lying on the ground, and lit another cigarette, "What about now?"

Shen Qing raised her head again, she said "Pooh" to Mr. Lu, and spat out a mouthful of blood, "You even cheated the old man's money... You are also a person, haha!"

"..." Mr. Lu stretched out his hand and slowly wiped the saliva off his face, his smile did not diminish at all, but his eyes were like a poisonous snake hidden in the abyss, like a python extending to his neck, "Teach her a lesson for me."

**

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Ji Mulan, who had just finished taking a shower, received a call, and the towel in her hand almost fell to the ground, "What?"

She hung up the phone.

After changing clothes, she hurried to find a coat.

"What's wrong?" Xu En had just finished a meeting when he saw Ji Mulan pick up her coat and go out.

"My brother," Ji Mulan frowned and took the car keys, "He's in the hospital now, my sister-in-law is in emergency treatment, and they're short of panda blood. I'm the only one."

She looked down on Shen Qing, a petty citizen who was currying favor with the powerful.

But the call was from Ji Shaojun.

"Emergency?" Xu En hurriedly followed, took her car keys and handed them to the assistant, who couldn't drive after drinking that night, "Don't worry, I'll go with you."

Ji Mulan followed Xu En and felt much more at ease.

Arrived at Xiangcheng Central Courtyard.

When Ji Shaojun, who was standing at the gate, saw Ji Mulan, he hurried forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her forward without saying a word.

"Brother, slow down!" Ji Mulan staggered, "What happened?"

Ji Shaojun didn't say a word.

He handed Ji Mulan to the nurse and said with a deep look, "She has panda blood."

"Get ready," the nurse hurriedly took Ji Mulan to draw blood, and did not forget to hand the critical illness notice to Ji Shaojun, "The patient's condition is very bad."

Ji Shaojun took the paper and signed his name on it tremblingly.

In just half an hour, three critical illness notices had been issued.

"You need to stay calm," Xu En patted Ji Shaojun's shoulder, and then asked, "What's wrong with Auntie? Just tell me if you need my help."

Ji Shaojun signed the critical illness notice, leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the ground.

Without saying a word.

Ji Mulan quickly drew blood, her face a little pale.

"Where are Shen Qing's family?" The nurse went in and out with a blood bag, and said anxiously: "There is not enough blood, and the patient's condition is complicated. She has panda blood, and we can't do a craniotomy. It's best to go to the Affiliated Hospital of Beicheng University or a larger hospital. We have already applied for a consultation with a higher-level hospital, and the higher-ups are still responding. I suggest you try to contact the hospital yourself, as quickly as possible."

Transferring to another hospital is not simple. It requires advance application and connections.

Xiangcheng Hospital has already reported to Beicheng, but Shen Qing's condition is indeed complicated, and it is panda blood.

There was no movement from the Beicheng hospital.

Xu En patted Ji Shaojun on the shoulder to comfort him, and signaled his assistant to make a phone call to help Shen Qing contact the hospital.

Xu En is from Jiangjing.

Normally, he only knew Jiang Jing's chief physician. The assistant sent the condition Ji Shaojun gave him to the doctor. After reading it, the doctor said directly: "Tell President Xu that it's too far away. The patient can't stand the torture. Moreover, this operation... I'm afraid only the dean can do it. I dare not be the main surgeon."

The assistant played the external voice, and everyone heard it clearly.

Ji Mulan couldn't help but clutch her coat, a little dazed.

Although she didn't like Shen Qing, she didn't want to watch her die on the operating table.

It's so serious?

"You can't contact the dean either?" Ji Mulan looked at Ji Shaojun.

He lowered his voice and asked Xu En.

Xu En's assistant held his glasses and looked at Ji Mulan. He knew Ji Mulan. The old lady never recognized her. It was said that she was married and had a terrible daughter.

Xu En wanted to take the daughter back, and the old lady directly ridiculed her for being delusional.

However, the assistant was not ambiguous with Ji Mulan, and just told the truth, "Madam, that is the dean of Jiangjing Hospital. His appointments are scheduled until next year. Don't mention President Xu, even Miss Xu finds it difficult to see him."

Ji Mulan didn't know what was going on in Jiangjing.

But when she heard that Xu Yajun couldn't see the dean, she probably understood.

Xu En was silent for a while, and looked at the assistant: "Call the young master, he is at Jiangjing University, he should know some people."

The assistant was a little hesitant. If he disturbed the young master, the old lady would have to say something again, but in the end he still went to contact someone.

"Thank you," Ji Shaojun sat on the ground, staring at the emergency room with lifeless eyes, "blame me, it's all my fault..."

"Where are Shen Qing's family members, the patient doesn't have enough blood..."

Ji Mulan hurried forward.

The nurse glanced at her and shook her head, "No, you can't draw any more!"

Ji Mulan drew a lot of blood, her head was buzzing, she remembered that her number was blocked by Bai Xi, so she asked Xu En to call her, "Quick, A Xi... A Xi also has RH negative blood!"

Well... See you tomorrow.