Fang Zheng nodded slightly and ignored this rough man.
Song Xianhe was much more elegant than the third child. He asked with a bit of respect and humility: "President Fangzheng, what's my father's illness?"
Fang Zheng did not speak, but walked over and carefully observed the old man's appearance. This is an old man with an extremely kind face. The old man has white hair, sallow skin, and his eyes are closed. He seems to be in a coma, but his brows are furrowed, so he should still be conscious.
Although the old man is very thin, he is very clean and does not have any peculiar smell on his body. This is obviously the result of frequent bathing. His personal hygiene must be taken care of by a diligent person.
Looking at the nurse next to him, Fang Zheng knew clearly that these three brothers were quite wealthy.
However, Fang Zheng was very puzzled. The three brothers didn't look much alike. Song Xianhe was the kind of handsome middle-aged man who looked a bit calm at first glance. He had the temperament of a veteran cadre. If Fang Zheng hadn't been able to tell him at a glance, Considering the black evil aura on his body, just by looking at his appearance, it is really easy to think that he is a decent person.
The second child has a flat head and a square face, but his facial features are a bit lower and looks a bit uncoordinated. There is also something wrong with his mouth. With his sharp eyesight, he could tell at a glance that he must have had a harelip before. Later, he had a bad operation and it was cured, but it still left some sequelae.
The second child's eyes are small but sharp, just like a guard, always maintaining a sense of alertness.
The third child is tall and tall, with a bald head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a little thin lips, and ears like two big fans catching the wind. His arms are very thick and his palms are very wide. At first glance, he looks like a big and thick man.
In short, the three brothers are said to be brothers, but just looking at their appearance, there is no similarity at all. Fang Zheng seriously doubted that the three of them were not brothers. What really puzzled Fang Zheng was that the three brothers didn't seem to have anything to do with the old man.
Because the old man has a long and narrow face, his facial features are different from those of the three brothers.
At this moment, Fang Zheng was confused. What on earth is going on
These doubts flashed through my mind...
At this time, the second oldest brother was a little dissatisfied when he saw that Fang Zheng didn't reply to the eldest son Song Xianhe's words, but he didn't stir up trouble. Instead, he repeated: "President Fang Zheng, can you cure my dad's illness?"
Fang Zheng casually felt the old man's pulse, and then said: "A poor monk can cure a vegetative coma caused by a violent impact."
Hearing this, Song Xianhe was obviously a little excited, and the second child grinned. The third child touched his bald head and did not hide it, laughing and said: "Haha, dad is finally saved, what a shame to his grandma. It’s easy!”
After scolding him, Fang Zheng gave him a solemn look. The bald man immediately moved his hand from his head to his mouth, covering it tightly, his eyes as wide as bells, and he did not dare to say anything. Looking at that pitiful look, it's quite cute.
Fang Zheng was a little dumbfounded when he saw this, but he had to admit that although the bald man was a bit careless and unruly, he still cared about and cared about his father.
Song Xianhe immediately stepped forward and said, "President Fang Zheng, then... are you willing to save my dad?"
Song Xianhe knew that when Fang Zheng saved people, he didn't just look at whether he could cure the disease, but also looked at other things, so he had such a problem.
Fang Zheng glanced at Song Xianhe and asked, "What does the donor think?"
Song Xianhe thought for a while and said, "My dad is a good person, a truly good person. If Chairman Fang Zheng takes good people as the standard for treating diseases, my dad definitely meets the standard."
The bald third child shouted directly: "If my dad is a bad person, there will be no good people in the world! Fang Zheng, host, tell me whether you can save me or not!"
The second child said: "President Fang Zheng, as long as you tell us the cost of the treatment, we three brothers will come up with it for you no matter what." When he said this, Fang Zheng saw the evil energy surging on the second child's body, and he obviously felt something in his heart. Bad thoughts. I'm afraid he is not making money by doing normal business by collecting money.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It is not difficult to save this benefactor."
"What do you mean by that? Is it difficult or not difficult?" The third child's mind was spinning the fastest, but he was not very smart, but he was thinking fast and speaking quickly, but he also asked the three people's doubts.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "The difficulty lies not with the poor monk, but with the few donors."
The third child looked at Fang Zheng in bewilderment. His big head was like a light bulb, shining brightly, and his head was covered with question marks.
Song Xianhe frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.
The second child was also a little confused. He didn't know what Fang Zheng was talking about, so he asked: "President Fang Zheng, don't be shy about what you say. We can't understand you because you're so evasive, so just say it directly. Treat my dad." Sickness, what do you need?"
Song Xianhe and Lao San also looked at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng said: "It is not difficult for a poor monk to treat this disease, but the cost of treatment requires the three donors to personally pay for it."
"Fuck, let me tell you, where in the world does a free lunch come from? It really costs money." The third child subconsciously cursed again, and after finishing the curse, he shut up and remained silent.
Song Xianhe glared at him, told him to stop talking, and then asked gently: "President Fang Zheng, just say whatever you want."
Fang Zheng said: "Take this benefactor down the mountain. The poor monk will ask someone to arrange your accommodation. When the matter here is over, the poor monk will naturally come to you and treat the old man. Don't worry, the poor monk will not charge any money. But the three donors want to do something to help the poor monk."
Hearing this, Song Xianhe frowned. He was really not afraid that Fang Zheng would ask for money, but he was afraid that Fang Zheng would make such an inexplicable request and make him completely confused. He doesn't like this feeling. He likes the feeling of knowing everything clearly, keeping it in his heart, and thoroughly studying it, and having complete control.
However, the initiative at hand was not in his hands, and there was nothing he could do.
The second child squinted his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something, his little eyes sparkling.
The third child also frowned, with a bit of displeasure in his big eyes.
Fang Zheng ignored them, waved his hand and said: "Several donors, please go down the mountain. In three days, the poor monk will go down the mountain to find you. Don't cause trouble in these three days, otherwise the treatment will be invalid."
After hearing the previous words, the three of them were just looking forward to three days later. But after hearing what was said behind them, the three of them felt uncomfortable. What's wrong? Are we that much like troublemakers
The three of them wanted to say something else, but when they looked up, they saw that Fang Zheng had already left.
In desperation, the second and third children looked at Song Xianhe at the same time.
Song Xianhe looked at his father lying there, then at Fang Zheng who had left, and said, "Let's go down the mountain. Be honest after you go down the mountain!"
(End of chapter)