60s: Petite Wife

Kong Fuzhi couldn't help nodding when reading the direct access to the mobile phone, "No, I could only eat meat once a month, my mother could eat a small piece at most, and save it for me and my brother and sister, now I don't need a ticket to buy meat. , My family can eat meat for three days and both ends, and my mother seems to have gained a lot of weight, so I have to ask my mother to cook less meat in the future, otherwise our family will also become fat."

Fu Shenghua smiled and compared his leaner body, and said proudly: "I don't have such worries, even if I eat meat every day, I still can't gain weight, look at how standard my body is, old master, you really need to lose weight. Now, look at your general's belly, it's almost the same as Mr. Dong!"

People really didn't talk about it until they mentioned Dong Fangzheng. The fat old man ran over and shouted at Shen Jiao at the door: "Jiaojiao, have you brought the gold needle that your uncle gave you?"

"Take it, I take it every day."

"That's good, go to the doctor with me with the medicine box on your back, hurry up."

Dong Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief, but Shen Jiao didn't dare to neglect, she hurriedly took out the medicine box from the cabinet, and took out the gold needle from the treasure bowl while others were not paying attention. in the medicine cabinet.

"Master, why do you need a golden needle? What kind of disease does the patient have?"

When Shen Jiao left the office, she inquired in a low voice. When the golden needles of Huichuntang were less than life-threatening, they seldom used them, because only the thirteen needles of Qi Family's unique skill and soul-chasing need to be used. The needle method only needs ordinary silver needles.

Dong Fang's face was very dignified, different from his usual hippie smile, and he didn't answer Shen Jiao's questions.

"Jiaojiao, do you have Yangrong Pills on you? It's not yours, it's from your ancestors." Dong Fangzheng suddenly said.

Shen Jiao nodded hurriedly, "Yes, how much do you want, Master?"

"Three, don't take too many, too much is a waste."

Dong Fangzheng frowned tightly, and took the pills from Shen Jiao's hands. He only hoped that these pills would be effective. No matter what, he couldn't let the Buddha die in his hands. If he wanted to die, he had to go back and die.

Seeing that Dong Fangzheng was different from the previous solemnity, Shen Jiao raised her heart, it seemed that the big Buddha's illness was very troublesome!

The patient is not in Dong Fangzheng's office, but in the VIP room of the hospital. It is very quiet and quiet, and most people are not qualified to go there.

Dean Yang was at the door of the VIP room, and when he saw Dong Fangzheng hurriedly approaching him, he asked anxiously, "Dong Xidan, can you save me if you tell me exactly?"

"What's the hurry? I'm not the Lord of Hell, how can I determine life and death for someone? Save it first, I don't know how long I can live."

Dong Fangzheng replied angrily, and pushed the door behind his back to enter the room. Dean Yang suddenly had a bitter face and wanted to cry without tears. This Buddha is going to die in his hospital, what can he do?

Oh hey, I had known that this Great Buddha's illness was difficult to deal with, and he had to refuse anything he said!

Shen Jiao looked at Dean Yang who was swarming like ants on a hot pot. She couldn't bear it, and comforted, "Don't worry, my master can definitely save the patient."

Dean Yang shook his head sadly. He had already examined the patient. Although his medical skills were not as good as Dong Fangzheng's, there were a lot of them. The patient was terminally ill, and he was powerless anyway. Able to rejuvenate well, but...

"Forget it, life and death depend on fate, let's see if God can't open his eyes." Dean Yang sighed, suddenly getting much older.

Shen Jiao was puzzled and asked, "Uncle Shi, since you know that the patient is difficult, why did you bring it over? You're not making trouble for yourself!"

Dean Yang smiled bitterly and sighed: "People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. Sitting in my position, how can your master do whatever he wants!"

He sighed deeply, pushed the door into the room, and Shen Jiao followed, and the golden needle was still in her medicine cabinet!

"Stop, idle people are not allowed to enter."

Shen Jiao blocked the two young men with awe-inspiring expressions. Although the two were wearing casual clothes, Shen Jiao could see their identities at a glance, and they were definitely from the army.

Dean Yang smiled and said, "She is Doctor Dong's apprentice, not an idler."

Dong Fang was shouting from inside, "Let my apprentice come in, she has to help me with my work."

The young man frowned, but agreed with Shen Jiao to enter the room. Shen Jiao looked around with the medicine box on her back. Outside was the living room, and Dong Fang was in the back room. It didn't look like a ward, but a hotel.

She followed Director Yang into the back room. Dong Fang was sitting beside the bed to diagnose and treat the patient. On the other side of the bed stood a middle-aged and elegant man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a slender figure and a dignified expression. , completely inconsistent with his refined appearance.

Lying on the hospital bed was an old man with a sallow complexion, with gray hair and closed eyes, so thin that he was out of shape.

The middle-aged elegant man was surprised when he saw Shen Jiao. He was very knowledgeable, but he had rarely seen such a beautiful woman.

"Master, I'll give you the golden needle."

Shen Jiao nodded at the middle-aged man~www.wuxiaspot.com~ walked over to Dong Fangzheng, took out the gold needles from the medicine box, Dong Fangzheng put the needle bag on the bedside table, and rushed to the middle-aged man in no hurry to puncture the needles. He said, "I just took the pills for Ling Zun, and I'll wake up in a quarter of an hour without any accident. I'll puncture him after he wakes up."

The middle-aged man had a happy expression on his face, and said with both hands, "I'll leave everything to Divine Doctor Dong!"

Dong Fangzheng waved his hand and said sternly: "It's your duty to be a doctor to save people, you don't have to thank me, I'll tell you my nasty things first, Ling Zun's illness is really troublesome, and I'm not too sure, then you don't blame me. ."

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and sighed: "Dong Shenyi only cares about the diagnosis and treatment, my father's illness has been affected by countless famous doctors, they are all helpless, and only Dong Shenyi dares to take care of you, even if there is an accident, I will never Blame Doctor Dong."

Dong Fangzheng nodded happily and gave the middle-aged man a reassurance, "I feel at ease with your words, and don't worry too much, although I'm not 100% sure of curing Lingzun, it can make Lingzun live an extra year and a half. It can still be done.”

The middle-aged man was instantly overjoyed. In the past few months, he traveled all over the country to seek medical treatment for his father. Those famous doctors did not dare to take over, but he gently advised him to prepare for the funeral. He did not have much hope for this trip to the sea market. , but luck is not bad, the famous Dong Shenyi in Kyoto actually sat in the sea market, which gave him hope.

Now it seems that Doctor Dong is indeed worthy of being a world-renowned doctor. As long as his father can drag on for another year and a half, he will be at ease. Such a long time is enough for him to arrange family affairs.

"Many thanks to Doctor Dong, my father will ask you!" The middle-aged man was very grateful.

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I recommend Xianke's "Rebirth of the Queen's Wife of the Army": Rebirth of the Queen's Wife of the Army, she has good skills in slacking off scumbags, raises a loyal dog and a good husband, and breaks my waist.