Meng Fu is now considered a minor celebrity, with her Weibo followers growing towards two million. She is wearing sunglasses.
Su Cheng beside him had been approached by many scouts, and he would wear a black mask whenever he entered or left entertainment venues. Only the gray-haired Dr. Luo, who was wearing simple clothes and holding a medicine box, was there.
Butler Jiang took a look and took the three people into the old man's ward.
Among these three people, apart from Meng Fu, the most eye-catching one is Su Cheng. Although he wears a mask, there is always a cold air about him that makes people stay away from him, and even his eyes that are exposed to the sun are chilly.
It's hard to look directly at.
As soon as he entered, Mr. Jiang noticed Su Cheng: "Who is this..."
Yu Zhenling and others were in the room, and they all looked over there.
Before Su Cheng could speak, Meng Fu took a step forward, dragged a chair, and sat next to Mr. Jiang, saying calmly, "My assistant."
When she said this, Dr. Luo, who was following behind her, seemed to pause.
"Assistant?" Mr. Jiang looked at Su Cheng and said "Oh", then talked to Meng Fu, showing his understanding: "What about your agent? She's pretty good. Your agent in the super topic area is very popular."
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What he was talking about was naturally the incident in which Zhao Fan angrily criticized Jiang Ran’s big fan on Weibo.
As the two talked, Su Cheng held down his mask with his hand and stood behind Meng Fu to remind her, "Let Dr. Luo check your grandfather's health."
Meng Fu stood up and gave Dr. Luo a seat, allowing him to go see Mr. Jiang.
Doctor Luo has already put the medicine box on the table and opened it. He should be a Chinese medicine doctor. There is also a set of silver needles in the medicine box, but it looks quite old. He has used the medicine box for at least ten years.
When Meng Fu saw the set of silver needles, she folded her arms across her chest and looked at Dr. Luo for another second.
Yu Zhenling, who was standing next to them, frowned slightly but didn't say anything. But Butler Jiang looked at Dr. Luo's equipment and couldn't help shaking his head.
But Mr. Jiang was very cooperative. He looked at Dr. Luo's equipment and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"
Doctor Luo was checking Mr. Jiang's pulse and smiled gently, "My family has been practicing Chinese medicine for generations."
"No wonder." Mr. Jiang nodded, "Thank you for your help. I know my illness well. You don't have to be too stressed."
"Grandpa, just let him see the doctor. He has already seen your case. Don't disturb the doctor." Meng Fu leaned back in the chair and asked Grandpa Jiang to stop talking so much.
Mr. Jiang will not bother Dr. Luo anymore.
I happened to meet Meng Fu in person and told her about the autograph. "The girl who took care of me is your fan. Please 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, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
Su Cheng lowered his head and took out a notepad and a black pen from his pocket.
Meng Fu took it and signed it smoothly.
She had never practiced signing specifically, nor had she designed any artistic fonts. She just wrote in cursive with sharp strokes, and had been praised by the teachers at the training camp before.
After writing, she folded it in half and handed it directly to Mr. Jiang.
Seeing Meng Fu's expression, Mr. Jiang thought that she didn't want others to see her handwriting, so he didn't unfold it and just put it under the bed.
Only Su Cheng behind her saw what she wrote and glanced towards Meng Fu.
"You are going to the finals, right?" Mr. Jiang thought of this again and sat up straight. "Will there be internal tickets? The doctor said that my condition has stabilized recently. I can go to cheer for you in person."
Meng Fu didn't quite understand this matter and looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng put away the remaining notes and politely replied to Mr. Jiang: "The final will be on the 27th. If you need a few, I will have someone deliver them to you then."
"Five, maybe." Mr. Jiang counted and turned to Yu Zhenling who was not far away. "Then you and Jiang Quan and the others can come and take a look."
Yu Zhenling was sitting there with her lips pursed. When she heard what Mr. Jiang said, she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled, "Dad, Xinran will have a national math competition on the 27th. I want to accompany her to the provincial competition."
Jiang Xinran's competition is in the morning and Meng Fu's final is in the evening. If you are determined, you can catch up.
"After Xinran finishes the competition, there may be an interview with a provincial TV station," Yu Zhenling glanced at Meng Fu indifferently and continued, "I probably won't be able to make it back in time."
Her meaning was very clear. Mr. Jiang knew that Yu Zhenling was unwilling, so he didn't waste time and directly changed the subject, "Doctor Luo, am I feeling better recently?"
Meng Fu was also very cold towards Zhen Ling.
Su Cheng, on the other hand, glanced at Yu Zhenling, with only coldness remaining in his dark eyes.
"Mr. Jiang has a deficiency of Qi and blood," Doctor Luo said, taking Mr. Jiang's pulse, his eyes piercing. "Normally, this level of deficiency should make you bedridden and listless. I see that you are in good spirits and your pulse is relatively stable. You should have been taking some treatment recently."
Mr. Jiang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the doctor said so too, and he allowed me to leave the hospital two days ago."
"But there is still a lot of stagnant qi in your veins," Dr. Luo unfolded his acupuncture bag, "I will clear the meridians for you."
As they were talking inside, Jiang Xinchen just happened to come over outside.
The door of the ward was half open, and Jiang Xinchen saw the sick Mr. Jiang and others outside, especially Meng Fu.
He just leaned against the door and didn't go in.
"What's going on in there?" he asked the housekeeper who had just come out.
Butler Jiang came out to wait for the deputy director who was going to check on Mr. Jiang. Upon hearing this, he took a look inside and shook his head: "That's the Chinese medicine doctor that Miss Meng found for the old man. She said she wanted to treat the old man."
Jiang Xinchen rolled his eyes when he heard this. "She is the only one who has too many things to do. She is the only one who can think of such a brilliant move, to find a doctor to come to the hospital to see Grandpa."
When Butler Jiang heard what Jiang Xinchen said, he smiled and said nothing.
At the moment when the two were talking, a group of doctors in white coats were walking towards this side hurriedly at the end of the corridor.
Butler Jiang quickly adjusted his attitude and respectfully greeted the deputy dean who was in charge.
The vice president hung the stethoscope on a large pocket in front of a painting and walked over to this side: "How is Mr. Jiang's spirit and diet at home recently?"
"Everything is fine." Butler Jiang reported one by one.
Jiang Xinchen opened the half-open door and looked up, just in time to see Dr. Luo holding a silver needle and about to insert it into Mr. Jiang's arm.
Jiang Xinchen's mind buzzed, "What are you doing?"
He walked straight over and tried to push Dr. Luo's hand away.
Outside, the housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Xinchen walking over. He explained to Vice Dean Lin with a sigh, "This is the Chinese medicine doctor that Miss Meng found. Although Miss Meng has been in T City for two years, no matter how well she develops and how much the old man wants to train her, she can't cover up her petty-mindedness. Not only did she let other doctors come to you at will, but she also let him give the old man acupuncture. Her vision is still narrow after all. Vice Dean, please don't bother with her."
The vice president had just taken the medical record card handed over by the nurse. When he heard what Butler Jiang said, he just glanced at the ward indifferently, not caring at all, and continued to look down at the case.
After flipping through a medical record, he seemed to remember something.
He raised his head blankly and looked towards the ward.
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