There were two high-nosed, blue-eyed foreigners sitting on the sofa, and after seeing each other's appearances clearly, Xu Xiangbei almost tripped over the threshold under his feet.

The two saw Xu Xiangbei for the first time, and glanced at Xu Xiangbei lightly, they didn't know that Xu Xiangbei had seen them countless times.

They were the foreign guests in the 219 private room of the Crown Nightclub last night.

There is a slight difference between the people you watch in the video and the people you see in reality.

Foreigners look the same in the eyes of Xu Xiangbei, who has a bit of face blindness syndrome, but he still recognizes Tom at a glance.

The older, silver-haired, middle-aged man in a silver Armani suit is Toms, the boss of Three Lions Pictures, and another strong young man is his bodyguard.

Foreigners can't tell their age, and although Thomas has silver hair, his skin is white and red, and he is full of energy, and he is forty or fifty years old at most.

On the hospital bed sat a scrawny old man, a white man, with skin as white as white paper, and tiny tendons like tree whiskers could be seen everywhere under his skin.

The old man is like a zombie skeleton, as long as he inserts a pair of wings, he does not need to wear makeup like a medieval vampire.

In front of the old man's bed, there was also a strong man, bald, fat as a hill, with a large gold chain like a Buddha bead hanging from his thick neck, and a thick chest hair under the low-necked shirt.

Xu Xiangbei has seen more than 200 Cui fat people in Xicheng Martial Arts School, and Cui Fat is already half old, but compared with this fat man, he has lost a lot of weight.

Dahan was holding a mobile phone in his hand, playing a game intently, and when he saw Xu Xiangbei coming in, he glanced at it coldly.

He was going to ask Xu Xiangbei who he was, but when he saw Xu Xiangbei followed by a bunch of doctors in white coats, he understood Xu Xiangbei's identity and continued to bow his head and play his game.

Seeing that the doctor came in, Toms got up from the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and bowed respectfully to the old man: "Mr. Kalia, I hope you recover soon, we have other things to do, so we will leave." ”

An imperceptible smile appeared on Mr. Kalia's face, and he nodded, and watched as Toms left the room.

Xu Xiangbei became curious about this old man named Kalia, who could be the old man who could make Toms so respectful?

This ward is really big, and Dean Sun led a group of doctors to walk in, and it still seemed to be open.

Dean Sun introduced Xu Xiangbei to Kalia: "Mr. Kalia, this is Dr. Xu Xiangbei from Jiangcheng, and he came to see you. ”

Only then did Xu Xiangbei notice that Mr. Kalia's eyes were amber, although his expression was weak and a little cloudy, but he was very deep, containing something special, as if he could see through people's minds.

Xu Xiangbeizheng didn't know what to say, whether he wanted to find a translator, Kalia looked kind and said with a smile: "Hello, Dr. Xu, thank you for seeing me, do I need to lie on the bed? I want to go and sit on the sofa, can I?"

I didn't expect this foreign old man to speak Huaxia so fluently, and what made Xu Xiangbei's heart even more moved was that he didn't look down on Xu Xiangbei because he was young, and his expression and tone were very polite.

Xu Xiangbei said with a hippie smile: "I see a doctor very casually, you don't have to lie in bed, you can go wherever you want." Mr. Kalia, you can speak Huaxia, yo, and the Dihai dialect, you have been in Huaxia for many years, haven't you?"

Mr. Kalia felt that Xu Xiangbei was different from other doctors, who were cautious and cautious when they saw him, afraid of saying the wrong thing, and were not as easy-going as this little doctor.

This little doctor is actually very much less like a doctor, more like a young man on the road, parking for him.

His expression was a little emotional: "Since I was young, just like your age, I often come to Huaxia to do business, almost every year, and now I am seventy-five years old, almost eighty, do you say I have been in Huaxia for a long time?"

"It's long enough, no wonder your Chinese language is so standard. ”

Mr. Kalia got down from the hospital bed, took the crutches handed by the big man, and walked to the sofa with great difficulty with the help of the big man.

As he had taken a few steps from the back to the drawing-room, Mr. Kalia looked pained, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Xu Xiangbei sat down next to Mr. Kalia, touched the sofa casually, and felt that the sofa was soft and comfortable, and it was a high-end cowhide product.

He was amazed and said, "The sofa is made of leather, Dean Sun, your hospital is really willing to invest, are all the special wards so luxurious?"

Dean Sun smiled: "Special wards are also graded, just like standard rooms and luxury suites, there is a difference, not all are the same. ”

Hearing what Dean Sun said, Xu Xiangbei understood a little.

Director Zhou, who was standing behind Dean Sun, looked contemptuous, and thought to himself, Tu Baozi, he has never seen the world at a glance, and he doesn't know how Jiangcheng Hospital would hire him as a consultant, where does this kid look like a miracle doctor, but like a gangster.

Xu Xiangbei saw a pack of foreign cigarettes on the coffee table, which was very rare, took a cigarette from the middle, and said with a smile: "Mr. Kalia, can you smoke here?"

Kalia looked at Xu Xiangbei curiously, he was still the first person to smoke in his hospital room, Kalia smiled politely: "It's okay, if you want to smoke, you can smoke." ”

Xu Xiangbei actually took a cigarette from the patient's coffee table and smoked, Dean Sun and Director Zhou looked at each other, and the contempt in Director Zhou's eyes became even stronger.

Zhang Xuesong knew that Xu Xiangbei had a strange temper, so he didn't feel inappropriate, but he just felt that it was not good to smoke in the ward.

Xu Xiangbei lit a cigarette, and while smoking, he looked at the room with interest, like a doctor who came to see people, and more like a neighbor who came to visit the door.

Director Zhou saw that his group of people were all thrown there by Xu Xiangbei, standing dryly, and he was not polite at all: "Doctor Xu, will you see a doctor, if you can see a doctor, hurry up to treat Mr. Kalia, don't rub it off, our time is very precious." ”

Xu Xiangbei ignored Director Zhou, but asked Kalia with a hippie smile: "Mr. Kalia, do you smoke?"

"I don't smoke. ”

Director Zhou continued: "Doctor Xu, if you can't be cured, just explain it directly, no matter how much you rub it off, please don't delay us to treat Mr. Kalia." ”

Xu Xiangbei was annoyed by his staring, and sneered at him: "Director Zhou, don't be anxious, as long as you prescribe the right medicine, no matter how serious the illness will be, it will be cured in a while, if the medicine is not right, you will see Mr. Kalia every day, and you can't cure it." ”

Director Zhou was annoyed and angry: "What do you mean, you mean that I didn't cure Mr. Kalia? I didn't prescribe the right medicine? He is acute myelitis, his left leg is atrophied, if I don't treat him in time, he can't get out of bed now, and his life is in danger." ”

(End of chapter)