Yan Murong thought about it, most of his brain cells wanted to die, and he didn't want to offend the person in front of him, but admitting his mistakes is a must, no matter whether he thinks about it or not, it's always right to admit his mistakes first.

"See for yourself." Teng Zhan snorted coldly, walked to the side of the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a large pile of newspapers from it and threw it in front of Yan Murong.

Seeing the contents of the newspaper, Yan Murong smiled bitterly. Feelings: This old man thought that he had deceived the feelings of other people's daughters.

"Uncle, do you also believe what is written in this newspaper?" Yan Murong said defensively.

"I don't believe it." Teng Zhan shook his head and said.

"Then what's there to be angry about." Yan Murong grinned, and he was relieved.

"I don't believe what the newspapers say, but you never told me you were married." Teng Zhan looked at Yan Murong with a torch in his eyes and said. "Now that you're married and have such a rich wife, what are you still provoking Xiaoling?"

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless, this matter is not good to say, do you want to tell him that your daughter herself said that she wanted to be my lover? Damn, if he believes it or not, he won't be able to run away after being beaten--of course, Teng Zhan won't believe it at all. If they all use this excuse, then don't men all over the world have an excuse to have lovers?

"What? Guilty? Teng Zhan sneered. I know that your family has a very good background, but I Teng Zhan told you today that even if I fight for this old life, I can't let Xiao Ling be such a disgraceful person. ”

Guilty? Yan Murong didn't feel guilty, and similarly, he didn't admit that Teng Xiangling was his lover, but a woman.

The difference between one word and one word is huge. The former is fresh, and the latter is feelings, Yan Murong thought about it seriously, there is indeed a relationship between him and Teng Xiangling.

"Uncle, can you listen to my explanation?" Yan Murong asked with a wry smile.

"What else is there to explain?" Teng Zhan said with a snort. "Since Xiaoling is working in your hospital now, I won't ask her to come back, but you won't harass her in the future."

"Uncle, things are really not what you think." Yan Murong said defensively. "Listen to me."

Teng Zhan didn't speak, don't look around, grabbed the book and continued to read, but he didn't let Yan Murong go again, which was a tacit acquiescence.

So, Yan Murong paused for a moment, and after organizing the language, he explained everything about how to get to know Teng Xiangling and how she was pulled as a shield.

A car crash on a viaduct, an ambush in a cornfield, a kidnapping in Hong Kong, he didn't hide everything, he told it all.

Although Teng Zhan was holding a book in his hand, his eyes were not on the book, and after listening to Yan Murong's words, his head was raised.

"Uncle, he's my woman, not my lover." Yan Murong said with a serious face.

Teng Zhan didn't speak, stared at him expressionlessly for a long time, and looked at Yan Murong in the heart for a long time before he sighed softly.

"Old, old, I can't understand the feelings of you young people."

Hearing this, Yan Murong knew that he was relieved, but he was also a little surprised, thinking, it seems that Teng Xiangling and her father are still very open, otherwise it doesn't matter if you want to die or live, how much love is going to be reversed.

"Uncle, eat it while it's hot." Yan Murong hurriedly handed over the chopsticks and smiled flatteringly.

Teng Zhan no longer refused, took the chopsticks polished by Yan Murong and ate them alone, halfway through eating, he suddenly said. "I heard that you became the president of the Chinese Medical Union?"

"yes." Yan Murong nodded in response, and asked strangely. "Uncle, it stands to reason that you should also go, why haven't I seen you for two years in a row?"

"Me?" Teng Zhan laughed self-deprecatingly. "How can I go?"

"How do you say that?" Yan Murong was confused. "In Suzhou and Hangzhou, Tengjiatang's sign is very loud, you don't have this qualification, who else has?"

Teng Zhan's face, which was still smiling just now, became bitter, and he lowered his head to eat supper, and kept his mouth shut.

Yan Murong was so shrewd, he knew that there must be something in the middle, and asked. "Uncle, if you are unhappy, say it and let me open it-oh no, let me help you analyze it."

"It's over, don't say it." Teng Zhan said softly.

"It's gone, you haven't passed." Yan Murong also became serious, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively. "Is it because of the patient?"

"You know?" Teng Zhan raised his head suddenly, his face full of surprise. "Xiao Ling told you?"

"No, I guess." Yan Murong shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself, you have been a Chinese medicine practitioner for most of your life, apart from this, what else can make you like this? I don't know what to do.

"It's all my fault." Teng Zhan shook his head with a look of remorse, walked to the side of the bed, took out an unusually flat but yellowed newspaper from under the thin mattress and handed it to Yan Murong.

"Chinese Medicine, what do we use to believe you? It was the headline on the front page of the newspaper, and I looked at the date, it was twelve years ago.

Yan Murong read the entire article and fell silent.

"I know what you've done, it's amazing." Teng Zhan broke the silence and spoke. "Everyone said that Chinese medicine can't do surgery, but you did it - you don't know, I used to think the same thing as you."

"What happened to the patient?" Yan Murong asked in a low voice, the newspaper only wrote that the Chinese medicine did not succeed in the operation, resulting in the disability of the patient, but did not write the extent of the disability.

"Half-paralyzed." Teng Zhan said. "He was already in a coma when he was hit by a car, and his spine was seriously injured, and he couldn't save anyone even if he was sent to the hospital, and I was young and vigorous, and I always remembered my duty as a doctor, so I used a silver needle to help him stop the bleeding, and then straighten his bones - but who knows, I thought I had succeeded, but he was half paralyzed and could no longer stand up."

Teng Zhan's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, a cheek seemed to suddenly age by more than ten years, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

Yan Murong knows this feeling, it's uncomfortable, it's very uncomfortable, as a doctor, it's very difficult to accept this situation in the patient you treat with your own hands, and it's also a question about your medical skills. He had experienced such feelings, so he understood the uncomfortable feeling in Teng Zhan's heart.

"Uncle, it's not your fault." Yan Murong said comfortingly. "You save, he is paralyzed. If you don't save him, he dies - paralyzed and dead, and I think he will choose the former. ”

"For twelve years, I didn't dare to see his family." Teng Zhan shook his head with a sigh. "Every time I see him in a wheelchair, my heart is uncomfortably tight."

"Do you want him to get back on his feet?" Yan Murong said suddenly.

"What?" Teng Zhan looked confused and didn't hear Yan Murong's words clearly.

"I said, do you want him to get back on his feet?" Yan Murong said repeatedly.

"Do you have a way?" Teng Zhan's eyes lit up and asked urgently.

"Yes." Yan Murong said with confidence on his face.