Meng Fu is now considered a celebrity, her Weibo followers are growing toward two million, and she wears sunglasses.
Su Cheng, who was beside him, had been accosted by many talent scouts. Whenever he entered or left entertainment venues, he would wear a black mask. Only the gray-haired Dr. Luo was holding a medical kit and dressed simply.
Butler Jiang took one look and took the three of them into the old man's ward.
Among these three people, apart from Meng Fu, the most eye-catching one was Su Cheng. Although he was wearing a mask, there was always an air-conditioning about him that kept strangers away from him, and even his exposed eyes were cold.
It makes people afraid to look directly.
As soon as he entered, Mr. Jiang noticed Su Cheng: "This is..."
There were people like Yu Zhenling in the room, and they all looked over.
Before Su Cheng could speak, Meng Fu took a step forward, dragged a chair, and sat next to Mr. Jiang. He said calmly, "My assistant."
When she said this, Dr. Luo, who was following behind her, seemed to pause for a moment.
"Assistant?" Mr. Jiang looked at Su Cheng, said "Oh", and then talked to Meng Fu to express his understanding: "Where is your agent? She is not bad. Your agent in the super chat area is very popular."
Of course what he was talking about was Zhao Fan's angry attack on Jiang Ran's big fan on Weibo.
The two of them were talking. Su Cheng pressed the mask with his hand and stood behind Meng Fu to remind him, "Let Dr. Luo check your grandfather's body."
Meng Fu stood up and made room for Dr. Luo to see Mr. Jiang.
Doctor Luo has put the medicine box on the table and opened it. He should be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. There is also a set of silver needles in the medicine box, but it looks quite old. His medicine box has been used for at least more than ten years.
When Meng Fu saw the set of silver needles, he crossed his arms over his chest and took another look at Dr. Luo.
Yu Zhenling, who was standing next to her, frowned slightly but said nothing. On the other hand, Butler Jiang looked at Dr. Luo's utensils and couldn't help but shake her head.
However, Mr. Jiang was very cooperative. He looked at Dr. Luo's utensils and couldn't help but be curious, "Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"
Dr. Luo was taking Mr. Jiang's pulse and smiled gently: "My family has been a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for generations."
"No wonder." Mr. Jiang nodded, "Excuse me, I know my illness myself, so you don't need to be too stressed."
"Grandpa, just let him see a doctor. He has already seen your case. Don't bother the doctor." Meng Fu leaned back in his chair and told Mr. Jiang to stop talking so much.
Mr. Jiang will not disturb Dr. Luo anymore.
I happened to meet Meng Fu in person and told her about the autograph, "The girl who takes care of me is your fan, please give her an autograph."
Meng Fu remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave her a gift.
She turned her head and glanced at Su Cheng, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
Su Cheng lowered his head and took out a note and a black pen from his pocket.
Meng Fu took it and signed it smoothly.
She had never practiced her signature, nor had she designed any artistic fonts. She was just good at cursive writing and her pen was sharp. She had been praised by teachers at the training camp before.
After finishing writing, she folded it in half and handed it directly to Mr. Jiang.
Seeing Meng Fu like this, Mr. Jiang thought that she didn't want others to see her handwriting, so he didn't open it and just put it under the bedside.
Only Su Cheng behind her saw what she wrote and glanced at Meng Fu.
"You are about to go to the finals," Mr. Jiang thought of this matter again and sat up straight. "Are there any internal tickets then? The doctor said that my condition has been stable recently, and I can go there to cheer you on."
Meng Fu didn't know much about this and looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng put away the remaining notes and politely replied to Mr. Jiang: "How many do you need for the finals on the 27th? I will have them delivered to you then."
"Let's take five," Mr. Jiang calculated and turned to Yu Zhenling, who was not far away. "When the time comes, you, Jiang Quan and the others will come and take a look."
Yu Zhenling was sitting with her lips pursed. When she heard Mr. Jiang's words, she tucked the hair behind her ears and smiled: "Dad, there is a national mathematics competition in Xinran on the 27th. I want to accompany her to the province to participate." Contest."
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 game, there may be interviews with the provincial TV station," Yu Zhenling glanced at Meng Fu lightly and continued to reply, "I probably won't be able to make it back."
Her meaning was obvious. Mr. Jiang knew that Yu Zhenling was unwilling, so he didn't waste time and directly changed the subject, "Doctor Luo, has my health gotten 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's energy and blood are deficient." Dr. Luo took off Mr. Jiang's pulse, his eyes blazing, "Logically speaking, this level of loss should be bedridden and sluggish. I think you are in good spirits and your pulse is relatively stable. You should be in bed recently." There is conditioning.”
Mr. Jiang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the doctor said so too. He even allowed me to leave the hospital two days ago."
"However, there is still a lot of stasis accumulated in the veins," Dr. Luo unfolded his acupuncture kit, "I will clear the meridians for the old man."
As they were talking inside, Jiang Xinchen just came over outside.
The ward door was ajar, and Jiang Xinchen saw Mr. Jiang and others on the hospital bed outside, especially Meng Fu.
He just leaned outside the door and didn't go in.
"What's going on inside?" he asked the housekeeper who just came out.
Butler Jiang came out to wait for the vice-president who was going to check Mr. Jiang's ward. Hearing this, he glanced inside and shook his head: "That's the Chinese medicine doctor Miss Meng found for the old man. She said she wanted to treat him."
Hearing this, Jiang Xinchen also rolled his eyes, "She is the only one who has many things to do. She is the only one who can think of such a top-notch operation."
When Butler Jiang heard Jiang Xinchen's words, he smiled and said nothing.
The moment the two of them were talking, a bunch of doctors in white coats were walking towards the end of the corridor in a hurry.
Steward Jiang quickly corrected his attitude and greeted the deputy dean who was headed by him respectfully.
The vice president hung the stethoscope on a large pocket in front of a picture and walked this way: "How is Mr. Jiang's energy 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 in his hand and about to prick Mr. Jiang's arm.
Jiang Xinchen's mind buzzed, "What are you doing?"
He walked over directly to push Dr. Luo's hand away.
Outside, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Xinchen walking over. He sighed and explained to Vice President Lin: "This is the Chinese medicine doctor that Miss Meng found. Although Miss Meng has been in T City for two years, no matter how she develops, , No matter how much the old man wants to train her, he can't hide his petty attitude. He lets other doctors come to your place without telling you, and even lets him give him injections. After all, her vision is narrow. Vice President, don't argue with her. ”
The vice-president had just taken the medical record card handed over by the nurse. When he heard Butler Jiang's words, he just glanced at the ward and continued to look down at the cases without paying attention.
After flipping through a case file, he seemed to remember something.
He raised his head blankly and looked towards the ward.