Chapter 598 Old Man
There's a lot of noise here at Bianzhi's place.
At Huo Wuzun's place, the phone rang.
It was broad daylight, but the person opposite was standing in the darkness of the northern hemisphere.
The old man used to be a soldier. He was full of pride and remained strong even in his old age. In recent years, his health has not been very good and his voice has become a little weaker. Whenever he opened his mouth, he coughed a little.
But his tone was still quite majestic.
Huo Wuzun looked at the flashing phone and didn't want to answer it.
The same questions that older people always ask are: When will you get married? Can you still have children at your age? Will I still have grandchildren in my lifetime?
When it came to Huo Wuzun, the old man was even more nagging and dissatisfied.
It would have been fine if he had only been attached to one woman in his life, but he never succeeded. In the end, something happened to her, and he ran to her eagerly, only to find that she had lost her memory.
For more than ten years, he has been treated like a treasure and dared not even fart in front of others. Looking around, any parent would be unhappy.
In the past.
Old Master Huo usually doesn't look happy when facing Huo Wuzun.
Not to mention making phone calls, everyone inside and outside the room spoke in a tone of disgust.
Today, however, is a little different.
"Huo Wuzun, are you still in City A?"
Huo Wuzun: "Yeah."
"I heard you picked up a daughter from the curb?"
Huo Wuzun frowned, thinking that the guy below was too talkative and leaked the information so quickly.
He held back the conversation, "No," he didn't want to cause trouble for Bian Zhi, at least not before the girl called him dad in person. "It's not confirmed yet."
Under the scorching sun, Huo Wuzun clearly heard the other party say "Huh", which was very ironic.
After joining Mr. Huo's team, he had been in the business world for half his life and had a deep mind.
Huo Wuzun couldn't predict whether this "Heh" meant that he was silent or that he didn't believe what he said at all.
Just as he was about to explain, the other party threw two words at him: "Trash."
Then, there was the "beep" sound after the call was ended.
Huo Wuzun put away the phone.
He called out, "Lao Gao."
Gao Qingtian emerged from the darkness, his face covered with scars. "Boss."
Huo Wuzun was just about to go on to investigate who was the quick-talker who leaked the information to the old man so quickly.
Brother Leng came in from outside with a drooping brow, and walked up to Huo Wuzun with an unlucky look on his face.
"Lao Gao, there's no need to check."
"I said so."
Feeling Huo Wuzun's deathly gaze on his head, Leng Ge let out a hiss, very irritated. "The old man asked seriously before, and besides, we just got the news, so I didn't pay attention. Who knew he would use a honey trap on me this time? I wasn't paying attention and said it in just a few words. Now that I come to my senses, I regret it to death."
He wanted to counterattack and use his beauty to trap the man.
As a result, the girl changed her expression and embarrassed him.
It is said: What else can a man who can't even control his mouth do?
After saying this, he walked away, leaving Leng Ge sitting on the ground in front of the Lin family's door, unable to recover.
It's so embarrassing to capsize in the gutter!
Huo Wuzun frowned and was about to settle the score with Brother Leng, but suddenly, his eyebrows pressed down hard.
Lao Gao: "What's wrong, Boss?"
Huo Wuzun looked at the instigator expressionlessly and said a few words without any emotion, "Just before I hung up the phone, I really wanted to hear the sound of a private plane landing."
These words fell.
All three of them were silent.
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Bian Zhi left the ruins and went directly to the Chinese medicine hospital.
On the way, she received a call from her teacher.
It was her doctoral supervisor when she was studying medicine. "Girl, this is the case. I know you are very busy at the Chinese Medicine Hospital, but I have an old friend who recently returned from abroad. He is not feeling well. He has seen countless Western doctors, but none of them have worked. I immediately thought of you."
"I originally wanted him to make an appointment at the Chinese Medicine Hospital, but I checked and saw that your appointments are booked until next year. See? You're giving the teacher a backdoor?"
Bian Zhi nodded and agreed readily.
On weekdays, there are many people who cannot get a number and come to the site to add a number, or if all the numbers are full, if the place is really remote, she will try her best to add a number.
So now she gets off work later and later.
However, she never postpones things that can be done.
After Bian Zhi agreed, the teacher on the other end thanked him and ended the call, adding, "Girl, my old friend is a bit old, so you should try to let him see things first. When he was young, he retired from the army, so he had a tough temper and a loud voice. If he offends you in any way, please be more tolerant for the sake of your teacher."
Bian Zhi responded, "Okay."
After the phone call ended, the teacher sent another message, reiterating: "We're really good friends, but... he has a bit of a strange temper. Please be more tolerant."
Bian Zhi looked at the text message and thought to herself, how weird must this temper be to be called good-tempered? It was so tolerant that he kept sending messages to remind her.
The Chinese medicine hospital is right in front of us.
Before entering the clinic, she paused and remembered that she had forgotten to ask the teacher's friend's name.
While she was wearing her white coat and was about to call the teacher back to ask for clarification, someone came in at the door.
He had silver hair, was leaning on a cane, and had a heavy look in his eyes. As soon as he entered the room, he looked her up and down, left and right, for several minutes.
"Are you Bian Zhi?"
Bian Zhi nodded.
I asked tentatively, "Are you the friend my teacher mentioned?"
After the old man finished looking at her, he looked around the clinic and said "hmm" casually.
He was accompanied by a middle-aged man like a butler, who asked quietly, "Master, can you find a place to sit first?"
The man called "Master" glanced at the people around him, his eyes blaming him for meddling in other people's business.
A few seconds later, the old man came to the consultation area with his cane and extended his hand rudely, "Here."
Bian Zhi didn't waste any time.
Sit down and raise your hand to feel his pulse.
Generally, during the pulse diagnosis process, few patients will interfere with the doctor. Even the toughest and fiercest men will shut up at this time.
After all, Chinese medicine relies on taking the pulse.
But this patient was different. He seemed to not care at all about how Bian Zhi took his pulse, or in other words, he had no expectations of Chinese medicine treating his body.
"This hospital is praised quite highly from outside," the old man said, looking around the simple clinic again. Without any disdain, he calmly made his assessment, "but the environment seems quite shabby."
Bian Zhi motioned him to change his hand.
The old man frowned slightly, as if he found it troublesome.
His gaze fell on Bian Zhi's face again, "He's quite good-looking."
"How many years have you been studying medicine?"
Bian Zhi: "If it's serious Chinese medicine, it won't take many years."
"oh."
"Looks young."
"Within a few years, you've already learned to treat patients. Can you see clearly?"
These words made people feel uncomfortable, but the tone did not sound provocative. Instead, it sounded like another kind of calm evaluation.
When giving his evaluation, the old man looked more at Bian Zhi, observing her reaction.
Bian Zhi received the old man's gaze and smiled calmly.
She used that kind of caring look when facing an elderly person, and her tone was soft and gentle, with a calming tone.
"Whether you can see it clearly or not, you will know if you try it."
The old man raised his eyebrows, and Bian Zhi moved his pulse-taking hand away from the old man's wrist.
The old man looked at the little girl writing and smiled briefly, with a mentality of watching a good show.
Ask, “Have you seen it clearly, and then put pen to paper?
"What's wrong with me?"
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