Urban Cultivation Medical Saint

Chapter 313 Another person is going to Jiangnan

And just outside the room filled with the bitter smell of Chinese medicine, a half-white-haired middle-aged man in a suit was staring at the skinny young man in a coma with a frightening appearance in the room. She didn't say a word, but her eyes were slightly flushed, and her curled fingers were still trembling subconsciously.

Beside him was a middle-aged woman about his age, holding his sleeve tightly with one hand and holding his mouth with the other, her eyes were dull, her body trembling slightly, and there was a line of tears in her eyes from time to time. slide.

"Mr. Chen, Mrs. Chen, the visiting time has passed. How about you go out first?" But at this moment, an old man dressed as a medical staff appeared from the side, looking at the two of them and sighed softly , opened the mouth slowly.

"Ah, oh...has the time come?" The half-white haired middle-aged man in a suit trembled slightly, and his tone sounded complicated and low.

Immediately afterwards, he patted the woman beside him in fear, and whispered: "Zhenru, the time is up, let's go."

"Ah, it's time? So soon? Wait a little longer, let me take another look at Xiaolin." Maybe it was because she felt a middle-aged man with half-white hair patting her, that kind of woman just woke up like a dream, and opened her mouth in a daze. , but then the reaction suddenly became a little fierce, and he said loudly.

"Shh, really, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, the half-white-haired middle-aged man frowned slightly, but he still sighed and took the woman away forcibly, leaving behind a sentence: "Doctor Mo, Xiaolin will be handed over to you... we Come see him in a few days."

"Well, go slowly, Minister Chen."

Hearing that the old medical staff member nodded slightly, then suddenly shook his head and sighed, with a complex expression on his face, and remained silent.

...

On the other side, when the middle-aged man forcibly took the middle-aged woman out of the courtyard, the latter suddenly broke free from his big hand with strength from nowhere, and said out of control: "Chen Zhenjun! You Is it over? Now that my son has become like this, is it possible that I, as a mother, can't stay here to see him more? Is it too much for your Chen family!?"

At this time, if there are people in the political circle here, they will be shocked immediately when they hear that they actually call that middle-aged man Chen Zhenjun! Because of this name, Chen Zhenjun. But I didn't expect that now...

"Zhenru, I don't want Xiaolin to become like this, but... I was wrong, okay, don't be angry. If you fall ill again, what do you want me to do?" Complicated and depressed, he took the other person's hand and said gently, with an indescribable sense of powerlessness in his tone.

"Hey, I..."

Hearing that the delicate body of the middle-aged woman called Zhenru trembled, a look of exhaustion appeared on her face in the end, and she was a little weak even to speak: "I don't want to get angry with you, it's just..."

"Don't worry, it's the old couple's fault, I understand." Chen Zhenjun squeezed out a smile and said.

"What nonsense."

The middle-aged woman who was called Zhenru shook her head, and suddenly said in a concentrated voice: "Is there any news about the little genius doctor Mr. Xun said?" When she said this, her expression and tone were obvious. It's a little strange, even Chen Zhenjun heard the same thing.

"You mean...not yet. It is said that the old man has sent someone there, but it seems that it is not going well. It seems that Mr. Ming does not want our Chen family to get in touch with that family." Chen Zhenjun followed with a complicated expression.

"After all, they were kicked out of the capital at the beginning, of course... But if you can't invite that little genius doctor to come to the capital to treat Xiaolin, wouldn't it be?" The middle-aged woman's expression suddenly changed when she said this, I don't want to go any further.

"Really, what do you think...that little genius doctor can really cure Xiaolin's disease?" Hearing this, Chen Zhenjun was silent for a while, then asked suddenly.

"Why are you asking this?"

The middle-aged woman named Zhenru was startled slightly, and then whispered with some uncertainty: "After all, it was personally recommended by the person from the Medical Hall. As Mr. Xun, you shouldn't talk nonsense, right?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhenjun's reddish eyes flickered, and suddenly he seemed to have made some kind of decision, and said, "In that case, I'll go to Jiangnan to meet that...nephew in person."

"What did you say? Zhenjun, are you serious?" The middle-aged woman paused when she heard this, and said in surprise.

"Of course it's true. Xiaolin is already like this, and Dr. Mo and the others are obviously helpless. If this continues, Xiaolin's situation is very likely to be bad." Chen Zhenjun nodded, and frowned again. road.

"Bah! Bah... What nonsense are you talking about. But aren't you in a critical period now? Will your family let you leave the capital?" The middle-aged woman hesitated.

"Xiao Lin is my son, I must fulfill my responsibilities as a father." Chen Zhenjun said lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman called Zhenru was startled slightly, and looked at Chen Zhenjun again with a softer look in her eyes, and she said slowly: "Zhenjun, don't be too tired. How about I go with you Bar."

"No."

But Chen Zhenjun shook his head when he heard the words, and said: "What happened back then is always a thorn, but now, Mr. Ming has conflicts with his grandfather, and he doesn't want our Chen family to contact that family again. So I will go alone Well, if there are too many people, it will be troublesome."

"That's it, okay... When are you going to leave?" Wen Yan, the middle-aged woman paused, but finally gave up, and asked again.

"Early tomorrow morning. After all, I have to go back to have a showdown with Dad tonight." Chen Zhenjun shook his head, feeling a little headache.

...

At nightfall, in a study in an unremarkable courtyard house in a certain alley in Beijing.

Chen Zhenjun was sitting opposite an old man, both of them were brewing two bowls of tea with smoke curling up from the cooking stove.

The old man was wearing a gray shirt, his face was wrinkled, and he looked old. Even his eyes were cloudy, but the aura revealed between his brows and eyes could make people's heart skip a beat, knowing that this old man was not What a simple character.

"Dad, I'm going to leave the capital for a while." Chen Zhenjun glanced at the other party and said slowly.

And he called dad, which naturally showed the identity of the other party.

This senile old man is none other than Chen Bingzhang, the second generation leader of the Chen family in the capital, Mr. Chen.

However, even if such a big man has stepped back, his influence is still extremely astonishing. In the Chen family, Mr. Chen Bingzhang's influence was second only to the old man.

As for the relationship between Chen Zhenjun and him, there was no doubt that they were father and son.

"Leaving the capital? What about work?" Mr. Chen Bingzhang was startled slightly, and asked.

Hearing this, Chen Zhenjun shook his head, and slowly said, "It's not about work, it's about personal matters. I want to go to Jiangnan."

"Personal affairs? Nonsense! Just watch this period...Wait, where do you want to go?" Chen Bingzhang subconsciously said angrily when he heard the words, and slapped the table hard or hard, but while talking, he Suddenly stunned.

"Dad, I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River." Chen Zhenjun said with a blank expression when he heard the words.

"Jiangnan... is it because of Xiaolin?" The old man hesitated for a while when he heard the words, and then asked with a complicated expression.

"Well. Today, Zhenru and I went to see Xiaolin again. I feel that if I don't take any action, I'm afraid I will have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person." Chen Zhenjun sighed.

"White-haired people send black-haired people?"

Chen Bingzhang, Mr. Chen's rough fingers trembled slightly, and he became silent for a long time before hesitating: "But there is Zhen Guo on your grandfather's side..."

"It's the grievances and grievances between them. It has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to care about it. I just want to ask him to see a doctor for my son as the father of the patient." However, the old man didn't finish speaking, It was interrupted by Chen Zhenjun stiffly. He said lightly.

Hearing this, Mr. Chen Bingzhang Chen was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly and fell silent again. After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "Your grandfather has been getting worse and worse recently, and most likely... he can't hold it anymore. If he really collapses, the future situation of our Chen family may be very serious. Some trouble."

"That's why for so many years, we have been listening to his old man so much and accommodating him everywhere. Of course, this is what we should. But, after all, Xiaolin is my own son, and I can't let him go." Chen Zhenjun's tone remained the same, road.

"...Well, you're right. After all, Xiaolin is also my own grandson, and I can't bear to let someone take his life just for fun."

Chen Bingzhang, Mr. Chen suddenly changed the subject, grinning and said: "Since you want to go, then go, but remember it's best not to be caught by others, otherwise your election will become troublesome. After all, apart from you In addition, many others are also fighting for it.”

"Dad, don't worry, I know what to do." Chen Zhenjun heaved a sigh of relief and forced a smile.

However, Mr. Chen Bingzhang did not answer his words anymore. Instead, while stroking his reading glasses, he got up and walked to the landline, and found a tattered phone book in a small wooden cabinet. He muttered to himself: "I remember that there should be Mr. Ming's phone number on it. Since you are going to go there, let him know first, so as to avoid any misunderstanding."

Afterwards, he dialed someone's phone number and went outside to whisper.