This guy occasionally gets a little bit artistic, but he quickly corrects it and nothing big happens.
After Director Miao's incident, he went to Haicheng for a tour and had a 24-hour operation. He didn't feel depressed or pessimistic when he came back.
He is such a rough guy, a surgical dog who only knows how to work! Su Yun cursed a few times in his heart.
"At that time, under the starry sky, I felt the boundless vastness of the universe. Compared with the universe, the Milky Way is very small. Compared with the Milky Way, the earth is not worth mentioning. And we will sigh with emotion at the vicissitudes of the earth, which is even less worth mentioning. carry."
"What happened next?" Su Yun continued to ask.
"Uncle Ning said he hoped Yiren would grow up happily and grow old."
"Isn't that great?" Su Yun was surprised.
"But then I thought about it, why do I have to go to work, see a doctor, perform surgery, treat diseases and save people? Take the time to sleep, what are you talking about?" Zheng Ren chuckled.
"..." Su Yun almost spit out his drink.
This guy has absolutely no romantic cells in his body, and his guess was absolutely correct.
"Boss Zheng, you are right." Qin Tang maintained an elegant manner, nodded slightly, and said: "We are small individuals, for the whole..."
"Qin Tang, don't talk nonsense, he is just complaining." Su Yun laughed loudly, "Ask him to do scientific research. He can't hear the sound of the emergency department's train. It's only one week. It's really just one week. I'm lying. Thief Sun! This guy went to the emergency department."
"..." Qin Tang really didn't understand why the assistant would undermine the boss like this.
At this time, shouldn't you just chime in and say a few words that suit the situation, so that you can have fun and deepen your mutual understanding
But seeing that Boss Zheng Renzheng had a smile on his face and seemed to be unconcerned, Qin Tang felt that these two people were both wonderful people.
As for the strong man, he was full of murderous intent. Even though he tried his best to appear docile, Qin Tang could still easily sense it.
These people are very interesting. I hope they are equally capable and can extend my grandfather's life by a few years.
Qin Tang looked at the three people in the car and thought silently in his heart.
…
…
Xiangjiang, the Qin family's mansion on the mountainside.
Song Moqi was wearing a long, loose black dress with a swollen abdomen. She looked pregnant, probably between 34 and 35 weeks.
It's just that she seems very weak and has shortness of breath. Even walking slowly, there are still signs of physical exhaustion.
"Master Song, would you like to take a rest?" The old housekeeper of the Qin family was very polite to Song Moji. Although there was at least a 40-year age difference, he still followed the etiquette of a subordinate.
Every generation of head of the Song family is respectfully called Master Song.
Although Song Moji was young and still a woman, she did not take her husband's surname after she got married. She was still the third generation Master Song.
This is inheritance.
"You're welcome." Song Moqian struggled to take a few breaths and said, "There are still a few steps to go. Let's wait until we finish. Mr. Qin is so impatient that we can't delay this matter."
When she heard her talk about Mr. Qin, the old housekeeper stopped talking and looked sad.
After walking for another quarter of an hour, the old housekeeper returned to the mansion with Song Mo Ai and a female disciple behind her.
"Master Song, do you think there is anything wrong?"
"From the perspective of Feng Shui, there is no problem at all." Song Moqi was also confused, "The few tricks my father set up for Mr. Qin in the past have not changed at all. Hiding the wind and gathering Qi, the Qi veins have not changed, it is not a matter of Feng Shui. .”
There was nothing he could do, and the old housekeeper felt desperate.
"I'll tell Mr. Qin a divination, maybe he's destined to have this calamity. After the calamity, the clouds will clear and the sun will disperse, and maybe the good fortune will continue for another ten years." Song Moji coughed a few times, his voice was hoarse, and his airway was spasming. The signs are extremely obvious.
Pregnancy seemed to be an extremely heavy burden for her, and even breathing became difficult.
Maybe it's because the activity is too strenuous, or maybe it's because of lack of oxygen. Song Moji's exposed hands suddenly developed several red spots, the size of copper coins, with bright colors.
Seeing that something was wrong, the old housekeeper immediately said, "Master Song, don't worry."
"It doesn't matter." Song Moqi slowly closed his eyes and breathed hard.
It seemed that even normal breathing had become extremely luxurious. At the same time, the red spots on her hands became more and more obvious, and even bulged slightly, as if there were several copper coins about to emerge from her body.
"Master." The female disciple behind Song Moqi called softly.
Song Mo Ai shook his head, and finally gritted his teeth and held on.
The living room of the mansion was extremely empty. It was quiet in the dead of night, and only Song Mo Ai's heavy breathing could be heard in the living room.
The sound was uneven, as if her airway had made seventeen or eight turns, and something weird was about to burst out of her body.
The old housekeeper was a little worried, but he hesitated for a moment, and his hand, which was like a dead tree root, shook slightly, but did not move.
After more than ten minutes, Song Moqi gradually got better.
Breathing smoothly, her whole body recovered quickly, as if the strangeness in her body had been suppressed.
"Master Song, I didn't expect your illness to be so serious." The old housekeeper sighed.
"If it weren't for my illness, I should have come to deal with Mr. Qin's affairs long ago." Song Mo Ai sighed and said softly.
After that period of time passed, her condition improved a little. At least the symptoms of airway spasm were relieved a lot, and the red mark of the copper coins on her hand became lighter.
"There is no other way. Please help Master Song no matter what." The old housekeeper stood up tremblingly and bowed deeply.
Song Mo Ai did not avoid or be polite, as if all this was as it should be.
Then, Song Moji raised her hand, and the disciple behind her took out a simple box, placed it solemnly on the table, and then withdrew.
The empty living room became increasingly empty.
"Those who are greedy will use Bo as the general aid. Those who are greedy will use the difficulty of entering as Ning Qing. My father predicted that I would have a calamity in the near future, so the way was revealed to resolve the disaster." Song Moyan sighed, Reach out.
The copper coin-like red spots on her hands faded slightly, but her hands were still trembling.
…
After about a stick of incense, Song Mo's hands were shaking more and more violently, but she just looked at a few Holy Song Tongbao on the table, took a long breath and said: "It's natural for the old gentleman to turn disaster into good fortune. should."
Hearing what Song Mo Ai said, the old housekeeper's tense body relaxed. In an instant, I became much older.
"It's just that the hexagram is vaguely related to me. It's strange."
"Master Song, you have solved the problem of life and death, and you have..."
Song Moqi waved his hand and said: "Go to the hospital, I want to guard Mr. Qin."
"You?" The old housekeeper was stunned, "Your body?"
"No problem." Song Mo said: "Who can figure out life or death? This matter is of great importance and cannot be ignored."
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right now." The old housekeeper said immediately and obediently.
Song Mo Ai looked at the Holy Song Tong Bao on the table, hesitated slightly, and kept calculating with his hand hidden in his left sleeve.
It did have something to do with her, but she couldn't figure out why.