The two hurriedly entered the Chongwen Academy, and Dean Qi didn't seem to see a few other people, so he went straight to Zheng Lao, who was sitting on the recliner, put the medicine box on the ground, and just stood to check Zheng Lao's pulse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, a few people also knew Dean Qi's temper and didn't care, but it was a little strange, could it be that Zheng Lao felt unwell and called Dean Qi over?

"You're drinking again?"

After taking the pulse, Dean Qi breathed a sigh of relief, there was nothing wrong with his body, but his eyes were pricked up, and he looked at Zheng Lao with some complaints.

Zheng Lao laughed, "I knew I wouldn't let you take the pulse, I drank such a small sip last night, you can see it, you deserve to be the first person in Chinese medicine." ”

"Don't interrupt, how many times have I told you, wine is not for you now, it's better not to drink it."

It was rare that Zheng Lao did not refute, and nodded in agreement.

"By the way, you keep calling me over?"

Seeing that Elder Zheng agreed, Dean Qi also took the opportunity to change the topic.

"I want you to go to Guanzhong Province and help me save someone."

Get yourself out and about? Dean Qi frowned, a little hesitant, after all, his current affairs are very important, it is not very convenient to leave, who knows how long he can live, in case he dies, he can't finish this book, it is really the biggest regret, so every second of his current self is very precious, this time he is also afraid that Zheng Lao will have something to do, if he goes to Guanzhong Province, the delay will be too long.

Unlike Dean Qi, several other people were shocked when they heard Elder Zheng's request, and then their hearts beat wildly, if they could let Dean Qi go over to treat that student, maybe there would really be a turnaround.

"I ......"

Dean Qi just wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Zheng Lao raising his hand.

"You guys go out first, and I'll have a few words with Xiao Qi."

Xiao Qi? is called Xiao Qi with Dean Qi in his seventies, and it is estimated that only Zheng Lao has this qualification, although he is unwilling, but a few people still go out and close the door.

"You say, what will Elder Zheng say to Dean Qi?"

"I don't know, but Mr. Zheng really surprised us this time, for the sake of that student, he asked Dean Qi to go out of the mountain for treatment, this is what surprised me the most, you must know that those foreign dignitaries, but Dean Qi has been invited more than once, and even sent a letter to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, asking them to come forward to help, Dean Qi did not agree, this time to save a student, you say, can he go?"

"I think it's suspense, if there is something wrong with Zheng Lao, Dean Qi will definitely do his best to save it, but if it is for a student, I think it is unlikely."

Several other people nodded, all thinking that this analysis was more reasonable.

"It's a pity, it's hard to come up with a talent in ancient literature, but as soon as it emerged, this kind of thing happened."

"Who said no, those people are too disagreeable, for their own selfish interests, they do everything, what do those guys from the Ministry of Public Security eat?"

"Don't talk about the Ministry of Public Security, they have done their best, the murderer has been caught, but he is not 18 years old as before."

"Less than eighteen again? Is it possible to release it after a few years? ”

"No way, that's the hatefulness of those stars."

"What about the guys in the association who support independent innovation, aren't there still some celebrities who also support independent innovation? Why not stand up? ”

"Don't you think they want to, it's just weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean Qi came out.

Several people hurriedly approached.

"Lao Qi, how is it, do you go or not?"

Someone asked.

Dean Qi's eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Something happened to Elder Zheng's closed disciple, can I not go?" ”

After saying that, he threw up his sleeves and left.

Something happened to Zheng Lao's closed disciple?

A few people didn't react, Zheng Lao had accepted two disciples at the beginning, but didn't they all pass away? Where is the foundation.

Wait a minute!

Closed disciples? Could it be......

Several people glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes, if it was really as they guessed, it would be really big news, Zheng Lao's closed disciple, wouldn't that generation be the same as his own group, after more than ten years, when his group of people became ancient, who else in the literary world could compare to this young man?

……

The outside world has been in chaos, the war of words between the buyouts and the innovators has broken out, and the commentators on both sides in the newspapers have come and gone, and I don't know how many times they have clashed.

It was at this time that a report in the Longfeng Morning Post sparked a new fuse.

"The new star champion was attacked again, seriously injured and unconscious! 》

Innovation: You can only engage in these small actions, and you have the ability to speak with strength.

Buyout: Who knows if it's true or not, what if it's the guy who played the play himself?

Both sides have their own reasons and have their own fan bases.

But no matter what the outside world is doing, in the Guanzhong Provincial People's Hospital, Zhang Quanshan and his wife looked at the door of the operating room and were worried.

Lin Wanru's tears had dried up, and she was blinded in Zhang Quanshan's arms, repeatedly, "Why do you say this kid is so stupid, such a big matter, no matter how many people can't solve it, tell me what he is fooling in." ”

Patting his wife on the shoulder, Zhang Quanshan didn't know what to say.

When he first saw the reports, he was very relieved, and he always felt that his son had done something amazing, but he never dreamed that his son would be knocked on the head several times with a brick.

At that time, he was at his mother-in-law's house, and he hadn't seen his son come over for a long time, so he couldn't rest assured, and went all the way home, but he didn't find anyone, and then heard from his neighbors that Zhang Ruofan had already left.

After searching back and forth on the road several times, but he didn't find his son, Zhang Quanshan finally realized that something was wrong, and then searched carefully.

As a result, I saw Zhang Ruofan lying in a pool of blood in a corner near the community, his son's body was slightly convulsed, blood flowed all over the ground, and when he picked it up, his head was drooping, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

Hurriedly took out the phone, dialed 120, and then sent it to the city hospital, but the doctor of the city hospital checked it and said that there was no way to treat it, and he was transferred to the provincial people's hospital overnight.

The results of the situation is not optimistic, the doctors discussed for a long time, and persuaded the two not to treat anymore, intracranial hemorrhage, the pupils have no reaction, and the effect is not great if it continues, and the domestic related treatment drugs are incomplete, the cost of imported drugs is very high, and it is also a large cost to invite experts from other places to come for consultation.

Can I give up treatment? Of course not!

Seeing that the family insisted, the doctors could only do their best, paid the fee, and all of a sudden more than 100,000 yuan was gone, and Zhang Ruofan's convulsions stopped with the drug, and the doctors said that this could only be maintained as much as possible, and once the effect of the drug passed, it would continue.

"Then continue to take medicine, my son's life is the most important!"

Zhang Quanshan gave the answer with red eyes.

As a result, as soon as the effect of the medicine passed in the middle of the night, Zhang Ruofan began to have convulsions again, and the doctors took the medicine again, and the little one hundred thousand went in.

So repeatedly, when the experts from other places arrived the next day, tens of thousands of yuan were spent again.

Craniotomy to remove clotted blood clots, and medication, the money in the bank card that Zhang Ruofan handed over to Lin Wanru was about to bottom out.

"Whether you want to continue or not, the cost will be greater, but the result is difficult to say."

"Go on!"

Zhang Quanshan replied affirmatively.

Then I called my brother-in-law, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law separately to ask for help.

Not long after, the brother-in-law and sister-in-law came, and one of them brought 50,000 yuan, but the brother-in-law's family was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing her sister-in-law, Lin Wanru was even more sad.

In the afternoon of the same day, the editor-in-chief called and asked for Zhang Quanshan's bank card number, and called 100,000 yuan.

But even so, by the next morning, the money was gone.

At this time, the effect of the medicine passed, and Zhang Ruofan began to convulse again.

In the end, it was good to say that the doctor gave some medicine to stop the convulsions, but it showed that imported drugs are very expensive, and if you want to continue treatment, you must raise money as soon as possible, but the hope of cure is very slim.

Raising money, where is there a place to raise money, even if the brother-in-law comes, it is not much, compared to the cost of 100,000 yuan for a single medication, it is a drop in the bucket.

Time passed one by one, seeing that it was almost noon, and it was time to take medicine, but before the money had settled, Zhang Quanshan left tears in his hair, and felt useless for the first time.