"Mr. Song, Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

"Someone's coming, someone's dead!" Seeing this, a man and a woman who came to pick up Song Dajun from the hospital threw themselves beside Song Dajun and screamed in panic.

Since Song Dajun collapsed in the lobby of the inpatient department, several doctors soon ran over with pulleys.

An older doctor took advantage of the fact that others were carrying Song Dajun on the pulley, and accompanied him to ask Mo Feng with a smile on his face, "Dean Mo, who is this person?" ”

When he saw Mo Feng standing here, he thought that he was Mo Feng's acquaintance or friend, if that was the case, the opportunity for himself to perform would come.

"This is a patient who has just been discharged from the respiratory medicine department, you can push him up, hand him over to Director Cao, and tell him to follow the original prescription, double the dose, and he will be cured in three days." Looking at the doctor in front of him, Mo Feng explained with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I'll send it now, Dean Mo, you're busy, you're busy." After that, the middle-aged doctor commanded the other medical staff to push Song Dajun and ran towards the elevator.

"Self-inflicted!" Staring at Song Dajun on the distant pulley, Mo Feng sneered.

The reason why Song Dajun recurred so quickly was purely self-inflicted, he was not grateful for Mo Feng's cure of his illness, and he was depressed for several days because of drinking urine.

After Song Dajun saw Mo Feng today, the fire qi that had been accumulated for a few days erupted like a volcanic eruption, causing the old disease that had not been completely consolidated to recur again, and this time I am afraid that I had to drink urine for another three days to get better, and it was twice the amount last time.

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"The Li family is a bad wolf, it seems that we have made the right bet." Just when Song Dajun was sent back to the Department of Respiratory Medicine to continue drinking urine, in the living room of the large courtyard house of the Ling family in the western suburbs of Bincheng in the south, Ling Jingya said in a deep voice to his eldest son Ling Yue, who was sitting opposite.

"Yes, this Li family is too hidden, if it weren't for Mo Feng sending the video of Bai Shuquan and Li Yunfei that he had taken. By the time we found out, it was estimated that the market in Donghai Province was no longer our business! Speaking of this, Ling Yue was also afraid.

"Mo Feng, this little guy has really helped us a lot this time!" Speaking of Mo Feng, Ling Jingya's face no longer saw the previous coldness, and now Mo Feng is not an exaggeration to say that he is the great benefactor of the Ling family, whether it is Yu Qingshuang or the news that came from today. It can be said that it is very important to the Ling family.

"Dad, then, are you not objecting to Xue Xian and Mo Feng's relationship?" Ling Yue played the railway while it was hot, as the uncle who loved Ling Xuexian the most, Ling Yue had always opposed Ling Xuexian and Li Yunlang, who was not doing his job.

"Alas, I'm old, and I can't take care of the affairs of young people so much!" Ling Jingya waved his hand and said with a wry smile. This is tantamount to acquiescing in the matter of Ling Xuexian and Mo Feng.

"Boss, but there is one thing, Mo Feng must win the first place in this year's Divine Needle Competition, and the rules set by our ancestors cannot be changed." Ling Jingya said to Ling Yue with a serious face.

The Ling family has a family rule, in addition to the marriage designated by the elders, the women of the Ling family must win the first place in the Shen Needle Competition if they want to determine their own marriage.

"Dad, I'll explain this matter to Xue Xian." Ling Yue, the family motto left by the ancestor, could not be changed, so he nodded and agreed.

"Boss. In the past two days, help me contact the old thing of Dongfang for a hundred years, Lao Li is going to make trouble again. We have to be ready! Ling Jingya pointed to the freeze-frame video on the computer, and explained to Ling Yue with a serious face.

When Ling Yue heard this, knowing that the situation was urgent, he stood up suddenly, and said to Ling Jingya, "Okay, Dad, I'll go and contact Dongfang Pharmaceutical." ”

"Go ahead, be careful lately. After two months, as soon as Yuqingshuang is listed, even if our crisis is truly lifted, we will no longer have to be afraid of the old Li family. ”

When he said this, a fierce color flashed in Ling Jingya's half-squinted eyes, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Li Tianyang, when the Ling Group turns over, our accounts will have to be settled

On the night when Mo Feng transmitted the news of Bai Shuquan's secret contact with Li Yunfei to the Ling family in Bincheng, Mo Feng's home, located in the second building of the apartment building of Jianmin Hospital, welcomed another uninvited guest.

The person who came was none other than Paulis Aaron, an old vampire who didn't know Mo Feng!

"Tell me, what's the matter with you running here in the middle of the night?" Mo Feng stood at the door, looking at the sneering old vampire outside the door with an unkind face, and said angrily.

Mo Feng went straight to the point, and didn't even ask the stupid question of how the old vampire found his home.

It is definitely not a very pleasant thing to be woken up in the middle of the night when you are sleeping soundly, especially for people like Mo Feng who sleep for pleasure, not to mention that the person who came was still an old vampire who exuded the smell of a rotten coffin.

Therefore, it is reasonable that Mo Feng does not give the old vampire a good look.

"Hehe, Mr. Mo, look" The old vampire who was standing at the door, holding a hardcover gift box in his hand, didn't want to let himself into the house at all when he saw Mo Feng, and forced an embarrassed smile on his old face, pointing to the door and said.

"Now you can say it!" After reluctantly letting the old vampire into the living room, Mo Feng repeated the question just now with a cold face.

As if he hadn't heard Mo Feng's words, the old vampire carefully took out a bottle of red wine from the wooden box, and said to Mo Feng with a smile: "Mr. Mo, this is Lafite in the mid-seventeenth century, I specially brought it to you to taste!" ”

"You come in the middle of the night to disturb people's dreams just to bring me a bottle of red wine?" After listening to the old vampire's words, Mo Feng's face suddenly turned pale.

To say that the older a person gets, the thicker his skin becomes, the old vampire didn't seem to see that Mo Feng was already on the verge of going berserk, took the red wine and leaned in front of Mo Feng with a shy old face, pointed to the old signature on it and said to Mo Feng:

"Mr. Mo, this is not ordinary red wine, this bottle of red wine comes from the collection of Mr. Jefferson, the third president of country M, and it has a history of more than 200 years, you see, there is also President Jefferson's signature on it!"

"What? This wine turned out to be from President Jefferson's collection? The old vampire's words immediately aroused Mo Feng's interest, and he took the inconspicuous bottle of red wine from the old vampire's hand and asked suspiciously.

This bottle of red wine with Jefferson's signature is indeed old in Mo Feng's eyes, and the slightly rough bottle, the cork that has been eroded by time has turned purple-red, and the yellowed Château Lafite logo all tell that this is a bottle of old red wine.

Looking at Mo Feng, who had already become interested in this bottle of red wine, the old vampire was secretly proud in his heart, even if you don't like red wine, but what about red wine produced two hundred years ago and signed with Jefferson's name?

The smug look on the old vampire's face had just spread, and Mo Feng's next words almost didn't knock the old vampire who loved wine so much directly. (To be continued.) )