Jiang Feng carried a fruit basket and followed Zhang Guanghang into the inpatient department.

The fruit basket he had just bought in a small shop outside the hospital, the flower basket was 288 yuan, and the fruit basket was 268 yuan. The flower basket can be seen or not, and it can be put in two days, and the fruit basket can be seen and eaten, and it can be eaten in one day.

Considering that Xia Muqi is a materialist who is simple and not pretentious, pragmatic and not exaggerated, and loves money only for money, Jiang Feng weighed it for more than ten seconds and picked a fruit basket that seemed to have the most weight.

The two old men were watching from the side, in their opinion, buying these things was empty, and going to the vegetable market to buy two catties of fish belly prawns was more real than anything else.

Xia Muqi's ward is on the 19th floor, Zhang Guanghang has been running to the hospital every day for the past few days, and he is already very familiar with the terrain of the hospital, leading Jiang Feng and the three of them to the elevator door and waiting for the elevator.

A minute later, the elevator doors opened.

A big man with a figure that is very characteristic of the Jiang family and looks almost 1.9 meters at a glance, wearing an oversized white coat, wearing a mask, and sparse hair, looks like an attending physician, carrying a 1.8-meter-tall strong man and carrying a chick out of the elevator door.

Jiang Feng and the four of them, including Zhang Guanghang, were stunned at the elevator entrance.

The doctors of this year... It's all this style of painting?

The big man put the little chicken down, and the chicken panted as if he had escaped death, while not forgetting the hard mouth of the dead chicken and his voice trembled and threatened without confidence: "I tell you, you are breaking the law, I am going to complain to you, I am going to call the police, you are violently abusing the patient's family, I want to find a reporter, I want to expose your black-hearted hospital!"

"Violent, illegal?" the big man slapped his hand against the wall, and the wall made a muffled sound, "This patient's family, you just made a lot of noise in the ward, which seriously affected the recovery and rest of other patients, and I just politely invited you out." You can go and monitor or complain about me, but-"

The big man "gently" patted the left shoulder of the little chick, and the little chick trembled.

"Please go and pay your father's hospitalization fee first. The big man slapped the chick on the left shoulder again.

The little chick endured the unbearable pain of two slaps and almost fell to the ground, but he was strong because he had more important to do.

"What does the old man's hospitalization fee have to do with me, you quacks know every day that they want money, and the hard-earned money of our people has been squeezed out by you vampires. My dad was sent in by one person and was treated like this by you, and he still asked me to pay for it, I'm sorry!" The little chick jumped over the wall in a hurry, completely ignoring the cowardice just now, filled with righteous indignation and anger.

"Second brother?" After watching the scene at the elevator entrance for a long time, Jiang Feng cried out uncertainly.

"This - little brother, third grandfather, grandfather!!" Jiang Shoucheng was flattered, ignoring a chicken on the spot to support a little chicken in an episode of a medical drama, "You actually came to see me!"

Jiang Shoucheng selectively couldn't see the flower basket in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Let's come to see Mr. Xia. Jiang Feng said, sighing in his heart that his second cousin has not been stronger for a few months, and it is really not easy to be an intern in the hospital and still have time to exercise.

"You guys go quickly, I'll go to you when I'm done dealing with this, which ward is Mr. Xia in? Let's go to dinner together, grandpa, I can take you around Beiping City tonight." "Actually, Jiang Shoucheng doesn't even know who Mr. Xia is, but no matter how much it is, just lick it.

“1901。 "Zhang Guang Channel.

Seeing the two old men, Jiang Shoucheng didn't have so much patience with the little chicken, and it was as easy as dragging him away and dragging the suitcase: "I'm just reminding you about the payment, I see that you have been talking for so long, and your mouth must be dry, I'll take you to tea." ”

What a warm doctor-patient relationship!

Jiang Weiguo glanced at the little chicken who was dragged away, walked into the elevator, and muttered, "Another unworthy descendant." ”

Jiang Feng: ?

Again?

Xia Muqi's ward is a double room, and in the same ward is a 67-year-old old gentleman surnamed Zhao, whose daughter accompanies the bed and is peeling apples for him, and Xia Muqi is sitting next to the bed, and a nurse is also peeling apples.

The facilities in the ward are quite complete, and the two old men are watching TV.

"Master. "Zhang Guang Channel.

Shamuli looked at them.

Jiang Feng was behind Zhang Guanghang, and was startled when he saw Xia Muqi's appearance, but he didn't show it, and said, "Grandpa Xia is good." ”

Xia Muqi's whole person is so thin that he is not human-shaped, his skin is loose, his hands are full of age spots, there are countless furrows on his face, his cheeks are sunken, and his eyes are sharp, like a tiger in the twilight.

He really entered the ghost gate with most of his body.

"You go make them tea. Xia Muqi said to the escort.

The escort put down the half-peeled apple in his hand to make tea, and Zhang Guanghang skillfully took the apple and continued to peel it.

Jiang Feng silently put the fruit basket aside and made room for the two old men.

The bedside table next to Shamu's bedside was empty, except for a clear glass bowl with only a black jar.

The two old men walked up to Xia Muqi, everyone was silent and did not speak, and the atmosphere was a little solemn for a while.

"Third Young Master, Seventh Young Master, I'm really sorry, I can't pick you up when you go back to Beiping, but I have to trouble you to come and see me. Xia Muqi said, his voice hoarse.

The father and daughter in the next bed couldn't help but look this way, the title of young master was too dramatic.

"Xia Sheng, what are you talking about. Jiang Weiming smiled, "We are all old." ”

Xia Sheng was the original name of Xia Muqi, who was bought by Chen Qiusheng from human traffickers, and Xia Muqi was the name that Chen Qiusheng later gave him. At first, Xia Muqi was not used to the name of three words, and he couldn't remember it, and when others asked him what his name was, he said that his name was Xia Sheng.

Xia Muqi was sold to traffickers by her biological parents when she was 7 years old, and she already remembered when she was sold. Xia Muqi remembered that he had 5 sisters, and he was the son of his parents who burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, and named him Xia Sheng in the hope that he could grow vigorously like grass and trees and live a healthy life.

He now remembers that his parents knelt down and kowtowed to beg the traffickers to accept it, and they didn't want money, but could only give him a bite to eat so that he could live. When he was sold, all the five sisters above who were not married were starved to death, and those who were married did not know whether they were alive or dead, and his grandmother hanged himself with a rope in order to leave him a bite to eat, and his mother was about to starve to death.

He didn't know where his hometown was, before he was bought by Chen Qiusheng, he just walked with everyone every day, kept walking, one cake a day, he couldn't fall behind, and if he fell behind, he would be left behind, and he could only starve to death without even a cake.

Before he was bought by Chen Qiusheng, his life was only black.

Chen Qiusheng originally bought Xia Musheng, just to find an older boy for his only son to accompany him to study, Xia Muqi is called Chen Qiusheng's only son young master, also called Jiang Chengde's seventh son young master. Even if Chen Qiusheng raised Xia Muqi later, and discovered his culinary talent and adopted him as an adopted son and apprentice, Xia Muqi's name for Jiang Weiguo still did not change.

Xia Muqi thought that he had forgotten many things, and Taifeng Mansion only existed in the first twenty years of his life. Those times were too good, one of the few colorful moments in his life, so beautiful that they were even a little blurry.

But when he saw Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming, those memories that he thought were vague became clear again.

The people of his time, what he loved, what he hated, were basically buried in the ground, and the king of Hades had already begun to send imps to arrest him, and he could still stay in this yang world, and he could still see his old man before he died.

It's worth it!

"You're old. Jiang Weiguo sighed.

"Of course I'm old, I'm going to become a monster if I don't get old or die. Xia Muqi said, looking at Jiang Feng, "That's your little grandson?"

"Yes, my four grandchildren are still a little angry. "Jiang Wei National Road.

"I watched him play, good boy, good boy. "Xia Muqi is not at all like the weird-tempered old man Zhang Guanghang said at this time, but more like an amiable elder.

"Tai Fung House... When will it open?" asked Xia Muqi, her eyes shining.

"It's this time, you have to hold on not to die, my third brother and I are still waiting for you to cut the ribbon with us. "Jiang Wei National Road.

Jiang Weiming smiled helplessly.

"I must hold on, don't try to drag me away when Lord Yama comes!"

The escort came back with a pot of hot water, and after making a cup of tea for everyone, he said to Xia Muqi: "Mr. Xia, I won't bother you and your friends to catch up, I'll go sit outside." ”

Xia Muqi nodded.

Zhang Guanghang put the peeled apples in a glass bowl, went to the cabinet to get a toothpick, and said, "Master, I'll wash the fruit." ”

"Go ahead, put this jar in there, or you'll come across it later." Xia Muqi said.

"I'll do it. Jiang Feng went to get the jar.

"Ding, get [a memory of Xia Muqi]. ”

Hey?

Jiang Feng subconsciously glanced at the jar in his hand, and for a moment he thought of the ash tube that Liu Xiuzhen saw in his arms in his memory.

Putting the jar on the cabinet and pushing it inside to make sure there was no risk of falling down, Jiang Feng said, "I'll also wash the fruit." ”

The three old men want to catch up, and they juniors should not bother.

As soon as Zhang Guanghang went out with the apple, an enthusiastic nurse came up and asked him if he wanted to help wash the fruit, and directly ignored Jiang Feng behind him.

"No, I'll just go wash with my friend. "Zhang Guang Channel.

The nurse said sweetly: "Mr. Zhang is so caring, even the fruit is washed himself!"

Jiang Feng: ???

I can still eat it myself!

"By the way, what was in that black jar just now?" Jiang Feng asked as if unintentionally.

"Ashes. ”

Jiang Feng was stunned, and sure enough, he didn't guess wrong, and asked, "Who's?"

"I don't know, Master has been putting that jar of ashes at the head of the bed all these years, it should be a very important old person. ”