Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Chapter 22 National Player Consultation

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan buried his head and lit a cigarette, put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the bus platform. Now that he is reborn, he only wants to improve his cultivation, protect those close to him, and let his mother live a good life. Right and wrong.

"Are you really leaving?" Long Geyue frowned, and pouted her pink lips angrily, thinking that the flattering son Guiwei next to her would be able to line up from the cafeteria to the gate of the West School. A boy has a good face.

This guy is really nice, I took the initiative to talk to him and asked him to go home, don't you appreciate it?

Long Geyue slowly drove the car next to Zhuo Bufan, and snorted: "Don't think that you can attract girls by pretending to be a maverick. This kind of kid's trick is useless to me."

Zhuo Bufan stopped in his tracks, a little funny, in his previous life he fought against demon emperors, saints, and immortals. He fought bravely and conquered the world. Beautiful, compared with those saintesses and fairies, it also lacks the holy aura of otherworldly fireworks.

"Hey, did you hear me talking to you? My grandpa wants to see you." Long Geyue held back her anger. She had never been left alone like this since she was a child.

However, Long Geyue came from a big family, and was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Not to mention the knowledge of ancient times, she is also proficient in etiquette and training. She would never be so angry in normal times. If a boy treated her like this, she would have left long ago. Yes, Grandpa Guan said that he must find a savior.

Only then did Long Geyue find someone to look up the student information on the computer and found Zhuo Bufan's information. He knew that his family was poor, and his mother used to work as a servant for the Chen family in Jinling, but now he didn't know where to work.

"Your grandfather saw me whenever he wanted to. I remember who wouldn't let me get medical treatment." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.

Long Geyue frowned, struggled for a while, and said falteringly: "I'm sorry, who knew you could be both medical and martial arts."

"Seeing how sincere you are, I will reluctantly accompany you for a walk." Zhuo Bufan joked.

Listening to what he said, Long Geyue was really going to be pissed off, if she wasn't curious about Zhuo Bufan, she wouldn't invite Zhuo Bufan back home, Zhuo Bufan looked at Ming Ming's age and her size, but he knew both medical skills and medical skills. Martial arts, the last time I fought with Brother Jun, Brother Jun used five levels of martial arts but failed to gain the upper hand. The opponent's kung fu can even be compared with hers.

The two were speechless all the way. Not long after the car drove, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt something was wrong. The car actually drove into the Jingdu villa complex, but entered from the west gate. Zhuo Bufan had a wry smile on his face. Song Yue is in the same community.

However, the villas of the Long family and Ye Ziqin's villas are obviously not in the same class. Ye Ziqin's villa has only two floors, which is a relatively common type, worth about two to three million yuan, while the Long family villa is built at the foot of the lake by the lake, with a unique terrain, and a jade belt around the waist. Backed by the green hills, the value is at least 30 million, even Zhuo Bufan was taken aback.

Families who can live in this kind of high-end villas are all high-ranking and wealthy families in Jinling. It seems that the Long family's background is very unusual.

In the villa, there are more than a dozen bodyguards patrolling nearby, with headsets on their ears, with strict laws and orderly training.

Zhuo Bufan followed Long Geyue into the villa and walked into the living room. The young man with short hair like a javelin that he had seen that day stood outside, "Miss." But his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan.

"Where's my grandfather?" Long Geyue asked.

"First... the master is in the living room, and several national masters are consulting with the master, and Mayor Jiang is also inside." Brother Jun said aloud.

"Grandpa, I'm back." As soon as Brother Jun finished speaking, Long Geyue couldn't wait to walk into the living room.

Long Aotian was wearing a set of white exercise clothes with centipede buttons, and his whole body exuded the power of a dragon and a tiger. He sat in the first place, with four old men and a middle-aged man sitting on his right, and behind him stood several figures. A tall guard.

"Girl's family is frizzy, how decent is it, your Uncle Jiang is still here!" Long Aotian reprimanded sharply, but couldn't hide the doting in his eyes.

He has been in the army for many years, the manager has been washed by war, and when he is old, he wants to enjoy some leisure time, but the children around him are busy with work, and several grandchildren hang around outside all day long. Only Long Geyue is the most obedient to accompany him, and he is the most worthy of him. happy.

Long Geyue stuck out her tongue playfully, and smiled at the middle-aged man: "Uncle Jiang won't laugh at me, Grandpa, guess who I found?"

Needless to say, Long Aotian saw Zhuo Bufan who was following behind at a glance, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up and said: "Could this be the boy who rescued me that day?"

"Hi, Mr. Long, my name is Zhuo Bufan." Zhuo Bufan nodded lightly, showing neither humble nor overbearing.

Long Geyue took Long Aotian's arm, and said coquettishly: "Grandpa, you can't think of it, he and I are in the same school, and it took me a lot of effort to find him."

"Okay, I will credit you." Long Aotian said helplessly, then looked at Zhuo Bufan and said: "Bufan, you sit first, I still have something to do here."

"No problem." Zhuo Bufan nodded, and found an empty chair to sit down beside the middle-aged man without any haste.

Zhuo Bufan saw that the other person's face was familiar, but he remembered that this middle-aged man is the current mayor of Jinling City, the top leader in charge of economy, education, agriculture, and production, and he often appeared on TV news.

The other party didn't know his relationship with Long Aotian, thought it was Long Geyue's classmate, just nodded slightly, then ignored him, and said:

"Teacher, these masters of traditional Chinese medicine are all masters of medical skills. It was with great difficulty that I invited them to consult with you. I wonder what conclusions these seniors have come to?" Jiang Beiya said aloud.

Long Aotian smiled and said: "You are the most caring among my students." It turned out that Jiang Beiya was a student of Long Aotian. He stepped into the political arena after retiring from the army. Soaring upwards and rising steadily, a commoner became the mayor of a city, a living legend of the grassroots.

"We have checked Mr. Long's body, and we have also read his diagnostic reports over the years. Now we can confirm that Mr. Long is a little heaven and man with five bad things."

"Furthermore, Mr. Long's heart and lungs are failing. I recommend heart bypass surgery. Now this surgery has begun to be widely promoted in China, which can guarantee sufficient safety measures."

"You mean to ask me to perform surgery?" Long Aotian frowned, showing the aura of a superior, "Our Huaxia Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, has it not fallen to the point where Western medicine should be used for surgery for any disease?"

The four national practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine looked at each other, feeling a little helpless, and the old man sitting first on the left cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Long, your illness is a chronic disease, and it is a disease accumulated over many years. The only way now is surgery. In a few years, I could use traditional Chinese medicine to slowly recuperate my body, but now I can't delay it."

"Yeah, this disease has dragged on for too long, even if it is treated with traditional Chinese medicine, it will not work."

"Mr. Long, it's better to prepare for the operation. We will be fine with a few old bones in person."

Long Aotian sighed deeply, he was dressed in a military horse, gold and iron horse, how could he be willing to live in a wheelchair when he was old.

Jiang Beiya frowned and persuaded, "Teacher, Dr. Zuo is one of the most famous national players in the southwest region. Even he suggested that you have an operation. I'm afraid there is no other way. You should think carefully about it."

The first person on the left is Zuo Qianchan, the vice president of Jinling Medical University, the director of the Affiliated Hospital of Jinling Medical University, and the hospital of the military region. He enjoys subsidies from the State Council and holds several positions. The distinguished guest of the Prince's Mansion can be said to be an authoritative representative in the medical industry.

"Hey." Suddenly a soft sigh sounded, which was extremely ear-piercing in the quiet and solemn hall, and everyone's eyes fell on the person who made the sound, none other than Zhuo Bufan.

Zuo Qianchan had been noticing that Zhuo Bufan was shaking his head and sighing just now, as if he dismissed their words, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "This little classmate sighed and booed, don't you agree with our statement? , Are you a college student in the medical school, why not tell me your opinion."

These words are obviously meant to question, you are young, even if you are a college student in a medical university, you dare to play tricks in front of our national experts in Chinese medicine?