Mr. Frost Hurt is recovering well, his heart is slowly normalizing, the damage to the heart muscle caused by the electric shock, and the problems with the blood vessels and nerves in the heart are being repaired, and he feels that his body is slowly becoming much more energetic.

"All right, Mr. Hurt. I'll come back tomorrow! Zhen Fan pulled the silver needle out of Mr. Hurt's body, then cleaned the needle and put it in the needle box, "Your condition is improving, and you will feel that every day will be different in the future." ”

"I can't believe it, I never thought that I would one day use Chinese medicine to treat my own disease, and I never thought that Chinese medicine would bring me such a great help, xiexie you, Zhen!"

This is true by Frister Hurt, and it comes from the fact that he is getting healthier and healthier.

"You have to thank the Chinese medicine doctor!" Zhen Fan smiled, then washed his hands in the bathroom and prepared to go out.

"That's right, Mr. Hurt!"

When Zhen Fan stood at the door, he turned to look at Forester Hurt.

"Anything, though, as long as I can do it." Frister Hurt replied without hesitation.

"You'll have to listen to Julina, it's good for you."

"Aha!" Mr. Frost Hurt smiled, then nodded solemnly, "Yes, Dr. Zhen, I promise that what happened today will never happen again." ”

"It's better to do it!" Zhen Fan pointed at him, then nodded: "Zaijian, Mr. Hurt." ”

"Zaijian, Dr. Zhen, looking forward to your treatment tomorrow. I can't wait! Frister Hurt smiled, and also pointed at Zhen Fan, and then pointed to his chest.

"Caroline. Go and send Dr. Zhen! ”

"Yes, Daddy!" Caroline happily agreed to the doctor.

Julianne walked over at this point, set up a blanket for Mr. Frister Hurt, and brought a glass of water: "This is good for you, Mr. Hurt." ”

“xiexie！” This time, Frister Hurt did not refuse, but looked at Juliene, "What do you think of Dr. Zhen?" ”

"Very nice. Very helpful! He's a young man who is liked! Julianne smiled and replied, "What do you want to ask, sir?" ”

"Nothing. I think so too, don't I? ”

Frist Hurt shook his head and smiled, and then lay down on the bed, feeling speechless all over his body from the treatment he had just received.

Zhen Fan and Caroline walked down the stairs. Caroline had been talking to Zhen Fan. said that she was optimistic about her father's condition and her gratitude to Zhen Fan, and she even said that she missed Claire and missed school.

"You're going back to school, and now that Mr. Hurt's condition is stable, there's no problem if you want to go to school." Zhen Fan suddenly became stunned, looked at Caroline and smiled, "If you really miss Claire, go to her house to see her." I'm sure she'll miss you too. ”

"Really?"

"Of course, weishenme not?" Zhen Fan said to Caroline. "I'll come back tomorrow, Zaijian Caroline."

It turned out that the two of them had unconsciously walked to the gate in front of the villa, and the bodyguards had opened the iron door on the side. Caroline's expression was a little gloomy, but soon a smile appeared on her face.

"Do you have time when it's over tomorrow? I want to treat you to dinner, as my expression of gratitude to you, don't turn me down, okay? Caroline pleaded and said to Zhen Fan, "I don't have many friends, and I want to talk to you too." ”

Zhen Fan thought about it, nodded and smiled: "I'm looking forward to tomorrow's dinner!" Saying that, Zhen Fan stepped out of the door, his car, there was already a bodyguard parked outside the door for him, Zhen Fan got into the car, waved his hand at Caroline, and the car slipped away.

Caroline's heart was full of joy, and when she returned to her room, she even jumped slightly.

"It seems...... Someone is in love, isn't it? When Frister Hurt's voice came in, Caroline, who was in a daze, was startled, and then gave Frost Hurt a strange look.

"Dad, he and I are just ordinary friends."

"Who did I say?" Mr. Hurt smiled, Caroline couldn't hide her feelings.

Daddy - I've got something to do! Caroline quickly escaped from Mr. Hurt's room and hid in her own room, where her father's words made her feel shy.

"Do you think my daughter is in love? Judging by your experience! Mr. Hurt turned to look at Julianne who was busy tidying up the room next to her, and smiled.

"Maybe, maybe not die, Mr. Hurt, I think I'm just a nurse, so...... The experience you mentioned is really a little strange to me. Julianne was a little amused, but she endured it and said her opinion respectfully.

Immediately, Mr. Hurt sensed his abruptness, shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and said no more.

Zhen Fan received a phone call on the way home, which was from Tang Shaoyang.

"Boss, there's a special patient, it's Mr. Barna, the state legislator in California, his son's condition is a little strange, and he asked you to come to his house by name." Tang Shaoyang's voice was a little tight, obviously, he didn't expect the state legislator to come to the clinic, this is a big man, in his eyes.

"Did he make an appointment?"

"Huh? It seems like...... It doesn't seem to be! Tang Shaoyang was stunned by Zhen Fan's words.

"Let him make an appointment, Old Tang, if you don't make an appointment, leave him alone!" After Zhen Fan said this, he hung up the phone and drove towards home.

Tang Shaoyang put down the phone in amazement, of course, he quickly figured it out, privilege is of little use here.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barna, I just had a phone call with Dr. Zhen, and he asked you to make an appointment, you know, we have a bit of a lot of patients right now, and it's easy to be complained." Tang Shaoyang said apologetically to Emile Barna.

"Okay, I'll make an appointment!"

Emile Barna wanted to get angry, but he knew that it wouldn't help solve the problem, so he endured it and nodded at Tang Shaoyang: "Xiexie, Doctor Tang!" ”

"I'll call you if it's your time!" Tang Shaoyang politely sent Emile Barna out. This is often a sigh of emptiness in my heart. To be honest, when he saw those big man bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses, he felt a little bottomless.

I thought about it. He still made a call to Zhen Fan.

"Boss, that Bana Councilor has left just now, you have to be careful, I'm afraid he'll be in trouble!"

"It's okay, I can handle it, don't worry!" Zhen Fan smiled, the old Tang people are good. It is a little timid, a little afraid of officials, the typical thinking of Chinese since ancient times. The people do not fight with the officials. Of course, in the United States, those politicians play shady tricks and play the same shocking way.

"And ...... Old Don. How many times have I told you. Don't call me boss, just call me Dr. Zhen or Xiao Zhen. ”

"I know, but you better be careful, and the patient, I'll hang up first!"

"You're busy!" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. Zhen, do you need me to prepare dinner for you?" Mia came out of her room wearing an apron tied up that stretched her breasts high. It's a bit of a uniform temptation.

"Okay, there you go. Maybe we'll have guests later! Zhen Fan smiled.

"Need me to prepare dinner for them?" Mia didn't ask what kind of guest it was, she only did what she thought she should do and never asked more. This made Zhen Fan very satisfied.

"No, not because they're not welcome guests."

"Yes, I see!" Mia's eyes flashed with a gleam.

Zhen Fan watched Mia enter the kitchen, nested on the sofa, turned on the TV, watched the news, watched it for a while, and actually saw the report about Christine, saying that her new drama had finished filming and was about to return to the United States from New Zealand, and this new drama embodies the hard work of the great director Bit Jackson, and it will definitely attract people and the like.

The reporter's camera caught Christine, who was talking to her assistant Sibella in the dressing room, saw the camera pointed at her, and waved her hand mischievously at the camera.

A smile hung on the corner of Zhen Fan's mouth. To be honest, he still enjoys spending time with Christine.

"Tuk-tuk."

Someone is knocking on the door, not in a hurry, not slow, very rhythmic.

"Mia, the guest is here!"

Zhen Fan sat still, and shouted into the kitchen, he found that he was becoming more and more lazy, as long as he lay down, he didn't move.

"Haode, Mr. Zhen!" Mia hurriedly came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands, trotted to the door, opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, and behind him there were four big men in black suits and sunglasses, who seemed to be bodyguards. I couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Zhen?" She glanced back at Zhen Fan.

"The living room is too small, only one person is allowed in!" Zhen Fan slowly sat up straight, and responded lightly.

Mia looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Zhen said, you can only come in alone, sir!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, then nodded, turned back to the back and said, "You go back to the car and wait." The four bodyguards turned around and left, and Mia unfolded and let the middle-aged man in.

"Excuse me...... Doctor Zhen is ......" The middle-aged man saw Zhen Fan sitting on the sofa, hurriedly walked over a few steps, smiled at Zhen Fan and stretched out his hand, "I'm Emile Barna, and I'm a California State Councilor." ”

"I've heard your name!" Zhen Fan reluctantly stood up, shook Bana's hand, and then waved his hand casually, motioning for him to sit on the sofa next to him.

"Dr. Tang called you, and I'm right next to you!" Emile Barna nodded and smiled.

"So...... Mr. Barna is here for healing? Zhen Fan frowned, "Didn't I say that?" If you want to make an appointment, I can't give people an unfair impression. ”

Emile Barna smiled a little embarrassedly: "That's the case, it's my son's illness, his condition is a bit serious, I'm afraid I can't wait too long, I have to come, I beg your forgiveness!" ”

"Oh? Not Mr. Barna's illness? So...... Pls is ...... your son?"

"Mark Barna, he's a bit of a special condition and needs Dr. Zhen to come home. If there is a way to treat it, money is not an issue. Emile Barna was forced to say this.

"Mark Barna?" Zhen Fan's face suddenly changed, and he shook his head and said to Emile Bana, "If it's him, I'm sorry, I can't cure it." ”

“weishenme？” Emile Barna's face did not change.

"I'll have to ask your son about this, he knows mine!" Zhen Fan smiled slightly, shook his head and sighed. (To be continued......)