Song Yang took Zhou Weiyu to the hospital to pick up Zhou Baoguo and Liu Jingping and take them home.
Zhou Baoguo looks cheerful and energetic, and his bald head caused by chemotherapy shines brightly in the sun!
Liu Jingping also smiled with joy.
Because Zhou Wei Yu told them that they would move to a new villa today.
There is a transparent balcony where you can see the starry sky, and an independent garden the size of a basketball court!
Song Yang walked at the end.
He felt very happy seeing Zhou Weiyu's family happy.
Jia Changhe stood on the side of the road.
He looked at Song Yang with resentment and said, "Brother Song, you are such a busy man. If it weren't for Lao Zhou being discharged from the hospital, I wouldn't have been able to see you. You have to get together with me today no matter what!"
Song Yang said helplessly: "Old Jia, I told you, I'm not interested in discussing medical matters."
Jia Changhe said: "That won't work! I have already arranged to have dinner with several experts, you have to give me some face today!"
Song Yang wanted to refuse.
Jia Changhe grabbed Song Yang's arm and said, "Old Zhou, say something!"
Zhou Baoguo said, "Song Yang, Dean Jia is waiting for you here every day. He even takes a small stool to sit under the eaves when he eats. You can see that he is sincere, so just agree to it."
Zhou Weiyu smiled and said, "Song Yang, why don't you go? My parents and I can go back by ourselves."
When Song Yang saw this, he said helplessly: "Okay, but Lao Jia, let go of my arm first."
Jia Changhe nodded in surprise and said, "Just agree, brother! Let's go now! Take my car, I drive an Audi!"
Song Yang smiled faintly and said, "You should take my car. I drive a Bentley."
The Bentley is speeding on the street, and the air suspension filters out the vibrations very well, and there is no bumpy feeling at all.
Jia Changhe sat upright with his legs together, looking at Song Yang who was driving with some nervousness.
He thought Song Yang was a medical expert who came from the mountains, and that such people usually didn't have much money.
Jia Changhe wanted to show off with the Audi, after all, this is not a luxury car that ordinary people can afford.
He didn't expect Song Yang to be so rich and actually drive a Bentley worth millions!
Even he, the hospital director, can't afford this kind of car. Not only is it expensive, but it's also beyond his status!
When he got in the car just now, he looked at the license plate number: Jin A88888!
Anyone who can have a license plate like this must be one of Jinling's top nobles!
Jia Changhe had already lowered his posture, and at this time he lowered it even more.
We have arrived at the dining area.
Jia Changhe guided Song Yang into the private room.
Song Yang didn't want to be high-profile, so he let Jia Changhe go in first.
He saw several middle-aged men in the private room. They all had ruddy faces and calm temperaments, and they all looked like people of status.
Next to these people, there were several young men and women sitting.
After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Jia Changhe solemnly introduced: "Everyone! This is the medical genius I have always admired, Song Yang! It was he who cured a patient with advanced liver cancer in our hospital!"
Several middle-aged men looked over there.
Song Yang smiled and nodded as a greeting.
A young man said, "Song Yang, how can you be so rude? You didn't even say hello to all these medical experts."
Song Yang looked at him, frowned and said, "What do you care about?"
The young man's face changed and he said angrily, "How dare you say that to me! I am the master of medicine, the last disciple of Chang Wenqing, Zheng Duxiu!"
Song Yang said disdainfully: "I don't care what kind of show you are. If you want to pretend, you can find someone else. Why are you putting on airs in front of me? Damn!"