Nowadays, young people are becoming less and less polite... , Qian Zhengqing put away the kind expression on his face and said in a deep voice.

"Courtesy?"

Murong Xian's face also sank, and he looked at him: "Old Mr. Qian, please advise, where am I rude?"

Qian Zhengqing put on a thin and earnest appearance: "There is nothing to say to people, if the elders ask, you should answer respectfully, this is etiquette, haven't your elders taught you?" "Che can't say anything to people?" Murong Xianxian looked up and down: "If you ask me what my measurements are, should I answer?"

"Hah...... cough~" The young man next to him couldn't hold back his laughter, so he had to cough to cover up.

Song Yuanzhe and Su Zhiqiang looked at each other in amazement.

"You, you......

I wouldn't ask such a boring question!

"I won't answer boring questions either!"

Murong Xian said coldly: "Mr. Qian, I'm afraid it's you who is really rude." I traded with Mr. Song, what does it have to do with your surname Qian, calling you "Qian Lao" is the age of respect for you, but in what capacity do you talk to me, why do I have to answer you?" "Mu Shen, miss, there is some misunderstanding here..."Song Yuanzhe saw that Qian Zhengqing was already hairy and about to burst his blood vessels, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"Misunderstanding? maybe. ”

Murong Xianxian shook his head: "Mr. Song, the transaction is over, and I am not interested in playing a game of intrigue with others."

"Please wait a minute, I agree to all of your requests. Song Yuanzhe saw that she insisted on leaving, and he was also a little anxious, and hurriedly cast a look at Su Zhiqiang for help.

"Miss Mu, please stay. Su Zhiqiang couldn't help but make a move at this time, he stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Miss Mu, the patient's family can understand their feelings, since they have already admitted their mistake, why don't they take it as an example?" Murong Xianxian is really not short of the three million now, even if she doesn't have this money, she still has more than 10 million in her hand, and she really can't just cut a few more stones. However, Su Zhiqiang's words made her heart soften, the patient always has doubts, and always wants to have a perfect result, she has also had this kind of mood, since the other party has softened, she will not care about herself, turn around and go back to her seat and sit down.

"Old Qian, don't sit down with young people first. Song Yuanzhe was helpless, and after asking Qian Zhengqing to sit down, he beckoned to the young man: "Xiaolong, come here." The young man immediately walked over and put the lockbox in his hand on the coffee table and opened a lot of money!

Although Murong Xianxian is also a rich person now, he has not really seen so much money, and the above pages are not very pleasing in comparison.

"This is what you said, this is three million yuan in cash, please check it. Song Yuanzhe said politely.

Murong Xianxian didn't look at the money, but looked at the Wen Jiàn, "Very good, please sign the Wen Jiàn, oh......

Please show me your ID. ”

Song Yuanzhe shook his head, and his psychology was also funny, it seemed that no one had come to check his ID card for many years, he took out his ID card and handed it to Murong Xianxian, and then signed his name on it.

"Thank you for your cooperation. ”

After comparing the ID card, himself and signature, Murong Xianxian folded a few copies of the document and put it away, and then handed the ID card back to Song Yuanzhe: "Where is the patient?" "It's in the suite inside, please follow me." ”

Song Yuanzhe led the way in front, opened the door of the suite, and Su Zhiqiang didn't move, sitting outside with the young man named Xiaolong, Qian Zhengqing, who was sitting on the sofa and angry, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but follow.

Murong Xianxian paused, and wanted to drive this old man out, wasn't she rude, but he was too noisy?

"Qian Lao and his father have a good relationship, didn't they say that two people can come in?"

Song Yuanzhe's eyes were not ordinary, and he explained before she spoke.

Murong Xianxian wanted to tell him that another place was for his wife or nephew, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything and began to look at the room.

The decoration of the room is completely the equipment of the hospital's intensive care room, a middle-aged nurse is sitting next to the bed, and a skinny old man is lying on the bed, with his eyes closed, like a corpse that has exhausted the essence of life...... The pain of struggling on the edge of life and death.

"Dad, how do you feel?" Song Yuanzhe hurriedly grabbed a few steps and asked in a low voice of concern.

"I'm fine. The old man said three words, as if he had already made a lot of effort, and his eyes turned to Qian Zhengqing's face again: "Old man...... Worried you won't see me anymore?"

"Of course I'm worried. ”

Qian Zhengqing was a little angry, but it was not good to have a seizure in front of an old friend who was seriously ill and dying, and after saying four words, he was worried that Murong Xianxian would be unhappy and leave, then he was really a big fruit person, so he hurriedly looked at Murong Xianxian's expression The old man was so depressed, how could he be so old and old that he actually looked at other people's faces?

Murong Xianxian didn't bother to be stingy with a person who was several times older than herself, so she turned to Song Yuanzhe and said lightly: "Can the nurse leave first?,...

"Yes. Song Yuanzhe nodded, it has come to this time, what is inappropriate?

After the nurse left, Murong Xianxian sat in her place, smiled and said to the patient, "Grandpa Song, can I give you a number and pulse?"

"Are you a doctor?" Although Old Man Song was sick, he was not in a coma, and when he heard this, he stretched out his arm very cooperatively, and a little smile appeared on his face.

Murong Xianxian began to call his pulse: "Strictly speaking, I'm not a doctor, just a wild medicine seller. "Selling wild medicine? What kind of wild medicine?" When people are old, their temperament is a little like that of a child, and Old Man Song is a little interested when he hears this.

This old man has been suffering from Song illness for a long time, and then he has received a purely devastating treatment in the hospital, and his energy has been squeezed to the ground, even if Murong Xianxian is treated with needles, it is only to treat the disease and not to make up for its origin is not that there is no way, but she did not have the time to stab an old man with a golden needle.

But "saving people must be saved, but the sense of responsibility is something she can't avoid, so she hurriedly took out the grass spirit pill...... The raw materials and refining of this elixir are relatively simple, but the medicinal effect is suitable for most patients.

Seeing the emerald green pills in the bottle, Old Man Song showed a childlike curiosity on his face: "Can this thing be eaten?"

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