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Qi Ming nodded, and the idea of ​​friendship with Wang Ce rose in his heart.

Wang Ce was born in a wealthy family, and he can take over the family property without having to fight. Instead of eating and waiting to die, he is a idle boy, but fights harder than anyone else. He is also a rare filial son in the world.

The rich have no affection, but when it comes to Wang's side, the situation is quite the opposite.

There is no other family where you fight against me, father and son are against each other, and some are just fathers who are kind and filial.

Even if it wasn't for Yang Xiajiao, Qi Ming would do his best to help Wang Ce cure Wang Henian's heart disease.

In the ward, Wang Henian squinted his eyes slightly, and there was an old-fashioned record player next to him. Inside, there was a frustrating Peking opera singing.

Qi Ming went in and said, "This is Master Mei's original record."

Upon hearing this, Wang Henian opened his eyes and saw Qi Ming and his son come in together. He smiled and said, "Mr. Qi, the situation was urgent last time, and the old man didn't have time to thank you. I must thank you very much today."

After all, Wang Henian lifted the quilt, put on slippers, and bowed to Ming when he got out of bed.

Qi Ming hurriedly supported Wang Henian and said, "Master, your age is enough for my grandfather, how can I receive such a gift from you? Go back to bed and lie down, let’s talk slowly about your physical condition. , You are not allowed to be so excited."

"Father, Mr. Qi is benevolent and benevolent. It is not a mere politeness to compare these trivialities."

Wang Ce helped Qi Ming persuade his father to go back to bed and lie down.

Wang Henian smiled and shook his head, sat on the hospital bed, covered the quilt to his legs, and said: "Mr. Qi, the old man just heard you say that this is the original song of Master Mei, are you also a member of my generation?"

"Exactly."

Qi Ming shook his head and said, "If I heard you right, here should be Wu Jiapo, which was played by Master Mei in the 1940s and co-starred with the famous Peking Opera master Yang, right?"

Wang Henian is a senior fancier, but he did not expect Qi Ming to have such a deep Peking Opera attainments at a young age.

Regardless of whether the record player is old, it is an old thing decades ago, and the records played are out of print.

"This kid is very good at medicine, but the skill of inserting needles is really amazing."

Xie Guangkun stared at Qi Ming with a smile, thinking that he had seen through this person's careful thoughts.

Qi Ming Qu's flattery is nothing more than to leave a way out for himself, so as not to be resented by Wang Henian for being embarrassed.

Wujiapo is a famous piece in the traditional repertoire of Peking opera. Many masters have sung it, but no one has ever been able to draw people into the streets like Master Mei.

Qi Ming talked endlessly about the historical background of this record, Wang Henian nodded his head repeatedly, interjecting to echo from time to time.

The old and the young are not like doctors and patients, but more like two experienced fans.

Among the people present, only Wang Ce could understand the content of the two chatting. Xie Guangkun and several senior group leaders were confused.

There are still a few people listening to Peking opera these days. How can Qi Ming look like an old antique at a young age?

Not only knows Chinese medicine, but also understands the doorways in Peking opera so clearly.

Xie Guangkun sneered constantly at the corners of his mouth, and said in a strange way: "Mr. Qi, are you here to treat the disease today, or are you here to pat on the horse?"

As soon as he said this, a harmonious atmosphere disappeared without a trace.

Wang Henian said angrily: "Professor Xie, how can you talk to Mr. Qi like this? Mr. Qi is willing to discuss the history of Peking opera with the old man. The old man can't ask for it. How can he be a horse?"

"Mr. Wang, you like Peking opera. Everyone in Kyoto knows that Qi Ming knows your hobby almost out of ten. He has done his homework before coming, and wants to win your favor with this Yang style and leave a post for himself. road."

"Stay behind?"

Wang Henian listened more and more strangely, and said blankly: "It's a good idea, how can I start the future."

Qi Ming looked at Xie Guangkun without saying a word, intending to see how far the professor with the same name as the star can do.

Xie Guangkun self-righteously said: "Qi Ming once boasted that he wanted to use Chinese medicine to treat your heart disease. I used my nearly 20 years of experience to assure that his sentence was a boast. If it can really cure you. Terminally ill, Xie someone volunteered to be a doctor all his life."

The time went back a few days ago. At that time, Wang Henian was rescued from a coma by Qi Ming's Yang Shi who used acupuncture and moxibustion. His brain was in a state of chaos. Only the name of the person who saved him was known as Qi Ming, and he didn't know anything else.

In the past few days, his son Wang Ce has been busy receiving celebrities sent by various families to visit him, and he has no time to explain in detail with Wang Henian.

Now that Xie Guangkun said that, Wang Henian was also a little silly.

Knowing his own situation, Wang Henian has had a heart attack for more than 30 years.

In the beginning, his first choice was not Western medicine, but Chinese medicine.

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