Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Meng Fu is now considered a little red, her Weibo followers are growing towards two million, and she is wearing sunglasses.

Su Cheng next to him had been accosted by many scouts, and he would wear a black mask whenever he went in and out of entertainment venues. Only the gray-haired Doctor Luo was wearing a plain dress with a medicine box.

Steward Jiang took a look, then took the three of them into the old man's ward.

Of these three people, apart from Meng Fu, the most eye-catching one was Su Cheng. Although he was wearing a mask, he always had an air of air-conditioning that no one else should approach, and even his exposed eyes were cold.

People dare not look directly.

As soon as he entered, Mr. Jiang noticed Su Cheng: "This is..."

There were still 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, without rushing, "I'm an assistant."

When she said this, Dr. Luo, who was following behind her, seemed to pause.

"Assistant?" Mr. Jiang looked at Su Cheng, said "Oh", and then talked to Meng Fu, expressing his understanding: "Where is your manager, she is not bad, your manager in the super chat area is popular."

He was talking about Zhao Fan's anger at Jiang Ran's big fan on Weibo.

When the two talked, Su Cheng pressed the mask with his hand, stood behind Meng Fu and reminded, "Let Dr. Luo examine your grandfather's body."

Meng Fu stood up and made room for Dr. Luo to see Mr. Jiang.

Dr. Luo has already put the medicine box on the table and opened it. He should be a 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 ten years.

When Meng Fu saw the set of silver needles, he put his arms around his chest and gave Dr. Luo an extra look.

Yu Zhenling, who was standing beside her, frowned slightly, but didn't speak, but Butler Jiang, looking at Dr. Luo's equipment, couldn't help shaking her head.

On the contrary, Mr. Jiang was very cooperative. He looked at Dr. Luo's equipment and couldn't help being curious, "Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"

Old doctor Luo was feeling the pulse of old man Jiang, and smiled gently: "My family has generations of Chinese medicine."

"No wonder." Mr. Jiang nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I know my illness myself, so you don't have to stress too much."

"Grandpa, it's over if you ask him to see a doctor. He has already seen your case, so don't disturb the doctor." Meng Fu leaned back in his chair, telling old man Jiang not to talk so much.

Mr. Jiang will not bother Dr. Luo anymore.

I just met Meng Fu himself, and told her about the autograph, "The girl who takes care of me is your fan, you can give her an autograph."

Meng Fu remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave her a gift.

She tilted her head and glanced at Su Cheng, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Su Cheng lowered his head, and took out a notebook and a black pen in his pocket.

Meng Fu took it and signed it smoothly.

She has never specially practiced signatures, nor has she designed any artistic fonts. She just writes wildly and sharply, which was praised by the teachers in 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, so he just put it under the bed.

Only Su Cheng behind her saw what she wrote and glanced at Meng Fu.

"You're going to the finals." Mr. Jiang remembered this again, and sat up slightly. "Are there any internal tickets? The doctor said that my condition has stabilized recently, and I can go there to cheer you on."

Meng Fu didn't quite understand this matter, so he looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng put away the rest of the sticky notes, and politely replied to Mr. Jiang: "You need a few for the 27th final, and I'll send someone to deliver them to you when the time comes."

"Five," Mr. Jiang calculated, then turned to Yu Zhenling who was not far away, "You and Jiang Quan will come and see."

Yu Zhenling was sitting with her lips pursed. When she heard Mr. Jiang's words, she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled, "Dad, Xinran has a national math competition on the 27th. I want to accompany her to the province to participate in it." Contest."

Jiang Xinran's competition is in the morning, and Meng Fu's final is in the evening. If he is determined, he can catch up.

"After Xinran's competition, there may be an interview with the TV station in the province." Yu Zhenling glanced at Meng Fu indifferently, and continued to reply, "I probably won't be able to come back in time."

Her meaning was obvious. Mr. Jiang knew that Yu Zhenling didn't want to, so he didn't waste any time, and directly changed the subject, "Doctor Luo, has my health recovered recently?"

Meng Fu is also very indifferent towards Zhen Ling.

Su Cheng, on the other hand, glanced at Zhenling, only coldness remained in his dark eyes.

"Mr. Jiang's Qi and blood loss," Dr. Luo let go of Mr. Jiang's pulse, his eyes glowing brightly, "It stands to reason that this kind of loss should be bedridden and sluggish. I think you are still in good spirits and your pulse is relatively stable. You should be in bed recently. There are adjustments."

Mr. Jiang nodded again and again: "That's right, the doctor said so, and he allowed me to leave the hospital two days ago."

"However, there is still a lot of stasis in the veins." Dr. Luo unfolded his acupuncture bag, "I will clear the meridians for the old man."

While talking inside, Jiang Xinchen just came over outside.

The door of the ward was ajar, and Jiang Xinchen could see Old Man Jiang and others on the hospital bed from outside, especially Meng Fu.

He just leaned against the door and didn't go in.

"What's going on inside?" He asked the butler who just came out.

Steward Jiang came out to wait for the vice-principal who was going to check Mr. Jiang's ward. Hearing this, he took a look inside and shook his head: "That's the Chinese medicine lady Ms. Meng found for Mr. Jiang. She said she wanted to see Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xinchen also rolled his eyes when he heard the words, "She has a lot of things to do, and she can come up with this superb operation when she asks a doctor to come to the hospital to see grandpa."

Steward Jiang smiled when he heard Jiang Xinchen's words, but didn't say anything.

The moment the two were talking, a group of doctors in white coats at the end of the corridor was rushing towards this side.

Steward Jiang quickly corrected his attitude and greeted the headed vice president respectfully.

The vice-principal hung the stethoscope on the large front pocket, and walked this way: "How is Mr. Jiang's energy and diet at home recently?"

"Everything is fine." Jiang Butler reported one by one.

Jiang Xinchen opened the half-open door, and when he looked up, he happened to see that Dr. Luo was holding a silver needle in his hand and was about to prick Mr. Jiang's arm.

Jiang Xinchen's mind was buzzing, "What are you doing?"

He walked over directly, trying to push Dr. Luo's hand away.

Outside, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Xinchen passing by, and explained to Vice President Lin with a sigh: "This is a Chinese medicine doctor that Ms. Meng found. No matter how much the old man tries to train her, he can't hide his pettiness. If you let other doctors come to your place at will and let him give the old man an injection, her vision is still narrow after all. Vice president, don't worry about her .”

The deputy dean had just received the medical record card handed over by the nurse, and when he heard Steward Jiang's words, he just glanced at the ward without paying attention, and continued to look down at the case.

After flipping through a case, he seemed to have remembered something.

Leng Leng raised his head and looked towards the ward.

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See you tomorrow~~