After Chu Yunxiao left the office with Zhang Yang's recipe satisfied, Zhong Ningning walked in with a stack of Wen Jiàn.

Although Zhang Yang handed over the management of the hospital to her, Zhong Ningning knew his identity very well, and even after dealing with it, he would report to Zhang Yang on time.

Originally, Zhang Yang thought that there was no need for this at all, since he chose to let Zhong Ningning be in charge of managing the Fuyi Gate, then he would use people without suspicion, and fully believe in her ability and loyalty.

Because only in this way can he devote himself to the work of treating patients and bringing the gospel to more patients.

When Zhang Yang read all the texts at a glance and signed them, Zhong Ningning handed him a big red invitation letter sandwiched in the text folder.

Staring at the payment under the invitation, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.

It turned out that this was a special activity organized by the Southeast Medical Association to send medicine to the countryside in response to the call of the Chinese government.

This time, a rather backward village in the depths of the 100,000 Mountains was selected for this time, and it is said to be an old revolutionary area.

It is inaccessible, so it is extremely underdeveloped, and it is the poorest and most backward area.

There are even places where there is no electricity, as if it were in rural China in the seventies and eighties.

Although Fuyimen is a private hospital, it has gained a high reputation due to the recent long reports in major media.

The Southeast Medical Association is not an organization of government actions, so not only does it not mind the head of a private hospital joining, but also aspires to use this to connect with Zhang Yang, a rising star in the medical field.

Zhang Yang roughly inquired about the target area of this activity and the time of the event, and immediately agreed.

Not only that, Zhang Yang also expressed his willingness to undertake medical tasks in the most remote mountainous areas.

Zhang Yang made a decision and immediately asked Zhong Ningning to draw up a list.

After the latter received the order, he left happily.

Seeing Zhong Ningning's disappearing back, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Of course, he knew why Zhong Ningning seemed so excited.

Every time Xiao Nizi sees herself, her heart beats faster and her breath is short, obviously secretly liking herself.

Needless to say, she will definitely participate in this activity of sending medicine to the countryside.

It's me, I have to spend some time with her for a while, and it's probably another painful and happy time.

The only good thing is that when Xiao Nizi chooses personnel, she will especially filter out those wild bees and butterflies, which can finally save her a lot of worry.

Otherwise, this trip to the mountains may completely change the taste.

Let him face the pretty nurses in the hospital every day who think about him and have the opportunity to recommend themselves all the time, then you still have time to complete this medical task!

However, there is one more thing that Zhang Yang must do before he goes to this medical event.

Meng Qiaoer's uncle, that is, Meng Hanyu's father, insisted on coming from the northern capital to meet Zhang Yang, the little miracle doctor who saved his son's life, and personally thanked him for his righteous act that day.

Because Meng Qiaoer personally called to make an appointment, Zhang Yang couldn't postpone it, so he set it for the afternoon of the same day.

Somehow, the meeting place happened to be at the San Carlo Style Hotel where I met Lu Mengxuan's grandfather last time.

Originally, Zhang Yang thought it was just a coincidence.

However, when Lu Mengxuan and Meng Qiaoer appeared outside the door to wait together, Zhang Yang felt that they must have something to hide from him.

"What are you?" Zhang Yang looked at the second daughter who was like Chunlan Qiuju, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Meng Qiao'er was just that, and Lu Mengxuan, who didn't like makeup very much, also made up carefully.

Originally, one Lu Mengxuan was enough to attract the attention of passers-by, but now with the addition of Meng Qiaoer, it is even more difficult to look away.

Fortunately, the makeup skills that Meng Qiaoer learned from Zhang Yang were not satisfactory, but they did not arouse onlookers.

Otherwise, once those crazy fans know that she is waiting for Zhang Yang at the door of the hotel, I am afraid that tomorrow's headlines will be her.

"What, is it a surprise?"

Zhang Yang smiled, just staring at them, hoping that they would give the answers they wanted.

The two girls looked at each other for a moment, and actually made a move that stunned the visitors, holding Zhang Yang from left to right.

"What kind of trouble are you two doing?" Feeling the warm fragrant nephrite on the chest of the second daughter, Zhang Yang naturally did not shirk, and with a slight force, the second daughter leaned tighter.

Meng Qiao'er gave him a fierce look, and then said with a smile: "Cousin, let's come with me!" ”

"Wait, when did you become cousins again?" Zhang Yang stopped, which was really surprising to him.

Speaking of which, everyone has known each other for so long, and the two are actually relatives!

In the future, the relationship will be even more chaotic.

Seeing Zhang Yang's reaction, Meng Qiao'er burst out laughing: "Hehe, I shouted with Sister Susu." ”

"You're making me more and more confused." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly.

"It's very simple," Meng Qiao'er immediately explained, "My sister-in-law is Aunt Mengxuan's niece. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This world is really small, I didn't expect the two to have this relationship.

But it's right to think about it, although the Hu family is not the top wealthy family in China, it also has deep roots.

I don't know how many people are firmly connected by this bond.

Under the leadership of his children, Zhang Yang walked into the luxurious suite where Mr. Hu received him before.

The furnishings here have not changed, but in addition to Meng Hanyu and his wife, there are a few unfamiliar faces sitting in the room.

The two people sitting on the sofa in the middle and talking in a low voice, about twenty-five or sixteen, were somewhat similar to Old Man Hu between their eyebrows, with a faint arrogance in their eyes.

Looking at Zhang Yang's eyes, there was more suspicion.

The other is a middle-aged man in his early fifties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a hint of scholarly demeanor.

At a glance, it was clear that this person was definitely Meng Hanyu's father, Meng Jianxiong, and the eyebrows of the two were quite similar.

He looked at Zhang Yang with a look in his eyes that was obviously different from the previous two, in addition to gratitude, there was also a trace of appreciation.

However, the three of them seem to have one thing in common, that is, they have a faint iron and blood on their bodies, and they should be from military backgrounds.

In addition to these three unfamiliar faces, there is also an elegant old man in a Tang costume.

This man has white hair, but his face is ruddy, his breathing is steady, and he obviously knows how to maintain it.

Zhang Yang even felt that this duke must have practiced the art of tuning.

Moreover, Zhang Yang faintly smelled a hint of medicine on him, so he guessed that it might be a Chinese doctor with some means.

"You are the little doctor Zhang Yang who established the Fuyimen Hospital?"

After Zhang Yang entered the door, without waiting for the second daughter to be introduced, it was none other than this old gentleman who was in good spirits and had a bit of a childish appearance.

"Yes, the kid is Zhang Yang. It's just that he can't be called an old gentleman and a little miracle doctor. Zhang Yang replied respectfully.

Although the old man in front of him is not very clever, but after all, the age is there, even if it seems a little unreasonable, Zhang Yang doesn't care.

But any such character will inevitably have a strange temper.

"Yes, I finally know modesty." The old man touched his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

Zhang Yang heard the old man's old-fashioned words, although he was a little unhappy in his heart, but finally for the sake of Meng Qiaoer and Lu Mengxuan's face, he could only laugh at it.

He guessed that the person in front of him was probably a big player-level figure.

Although the momentum that comes out of his bones is a little inferior to Old Man Hu, he doesn't know how much stronger it is than Luo Wenhui.

It's just that it's not clear what he means by appearing here.

At this moment, an old man with gloomy eyes and gray hair walked out slowly, supported by a young girl.

He was wearing the same style of Tang costume as the old man just now, except that the former was white, but this person was black.

If the two stand together, it looks like a pair of black and white impermanence.

As soon as this person appeared, Zhang Yang couldn't help frowning.

For no other reason, Zhang Yang felt that there was obviously a trace of corpse aura on this person's body!

However, he is still alive.

This situation is quite possible.

Use secret techniques to forcibly seal the soul in the body, and then use medicine to maintain the body that should have died.

It's a bit like the living dead, but with normal thinking.

In other words, this person used secret techniques to seize the destiny of heaven and survived in a way that defied the laws of nature.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at the old man with white hair before, just because these two people had a slightly different color of their beards, and their faces were almost portrayed in the same mold.

It seems likely that the two are twin brothers.

"Guys, I don't know if I can avoid it, I have a few words to ask him." The gray-haired old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it had a hint of irresistible momentum.

The two young men with arrogant expressions before stood up respectfully the moment he appeared, and Zhang Yang could even see a trace of fear in their eyes.

As for Meng Qiao'er's uncle, Meng Jianxiong, although he also stood up, he didn't have any special expression on his face.

However, as soon as the gray-haired old man's voice fell, several people rushed out without any objections.

Even Lu Mengxuan and Meng Qiaoer seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and after glancing at Zhang Yang, they left directly.

There was no doubt that they all knew the gray-haired old man, and had already discussed something.

However, the white-haired old man remained unmoved, drinking tea by himself.

"Housheng, who are you learning from?"

The gray-haired old man asked.

Zhang Yang only hesitated slightly, and the girl with a pretty face beside him had already scolded: "Don't answer my master's question quickly, who are you teaching." ”

"Little sister, whose disciple am I, what do I have to do with your master and apprentice? Besides, why should I answer you! Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Originally, the white-haired old man's old-fashioned words made Zhang Yang slightly disgusted, but because of Meng Qiao'er and Lu Mengxuan's face, he chose to laugh it off and not care about it.

It was the gray-haired old man who used secret techniques to change his life against the sky and force him to stay in the world, and he decided to treat it as if he didn't see it.

But now, this pair of masters and apprentices are so arrogant and ask him to tell him about his master's inheritance, of course he will not back down.

"Hee-hee, don't think I can't guess. Look at the moves! ”

Before the girl's words fell, she had already turned into a phantom, and she kicked Zhang Yang's chest.

This kick is impeccable in terms of strength and angle, fortunately Zhang Yang has been prepared, otherwise once the kick is solid, it will inevitably hurt the muscles and bones.