Ling Feng stood in front of his father's hospital bed.

Xie Tuofeng was examining Ling Hanyu's body in detail.

Hearing that the person who checked his body in front of him was Xie Tuofeng, Ling Hanyu was very excited. Although Ling Hanyu is a retired person in an administrative leadership position, he is more fond of literature, and he often writes novels and scripts at home, and he is also quite famous in Huaihe City, so he has naturally heard of Master Xie's name.

Qin Haiyan stood at the head of the bed and looked at her husband with some concern.

Ling Feng understood his mother's worries, and walked to Qin Haiyan's side to hold her mother's hand. Qin Haiyan glanced at her son with some surprise, her son is not a person who is good at expressing emotions, and he rarely communicates with his parents at home, so he didn't expect to be able to comfort himself at this time.

Suddenly, Qin Haiyan felt that her son Ling Feng had grown up.

Xie Tuofeng carefully checked Ling Hanyu's physical condition, and talked with Ling Hanyu cordially, and the two even talked about literature and art for a while.

Seeing his father's mental state gradually full, Ling Feng secretly admired Xie Tuofeng's ability to communicate with people.

As a successful doctor, in addition to being unique in medical skills, communication with patients is also an important ability. When Xie Tuofeng was talking to Ling Hanyu, he could not only make Ling Hanyu relax, but also inadvertently understand the beginning and end of the illness in detail.

About half an hour later, Xie Tuofeng stood up after the inspection, and said goodbye to Ling Hanyu's family with a smile. "Your physical condition is very good, you should rest well and relax your mind these days, this is just a small operation, don't have any psychological burden."

Master Xie's relaxed expression infected Ling Hanyu, and Ling Hanyu finally let go of the burden in his heart and thanked him repeatedly.

Qin Haiyan sent Xie Tuofeng and his party out of the ward.

Ling Feng followed out.

Xie Tuofeng, Liu Xiao and Ling Feng walked in the front, followed by the heads of various departments and relevant experts in the hospital.

>> Let's go about ourselves. Liu Xiaotou didn't reply to a faint order.

Although some people still want to communicate with Xie Tuofeng more, since the president has already spoken, everyone in the hospital has to disperse according to his words.

& Dean, Ling Feng and I have something to discuss, could you please wait at the door? ”

As soon as the three of them arrived at the door of the dean's office, Xie Tuofeng said to Liu Xiao in a mocking tone, but what was revealed in his words was something that could not be refused.

Liu Xiao knew the character of her old friend, but she didn't care, shrugged her shoulders, and prepared to go to the next office.

Ling Feng suddenly stopped Liu Xiao.

Xie Tuofeng walked into the dean's office first.

Ling Feng simply told Liu Xiao about Chen Ergou, and then walked into the office, he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Senior Brother Seven.

Beijing Railway Station.

Ling Feng looked at the station's huge bell tower.

It's still early, and Aunt Ling Lin's train will not arrive at the station for more than an hour.

The railway station square is still crowded, and no matter what time it is, Beijing Railway Station is such a busy scene.

Ling Feng was a little distracted, and walked towards the waiting hall to the east.

He really didn't expect that "South Zhu and North Xie" would be his senior brother, Zhu Yufeng was the fifth senior brother, and Xie Tuofeng was the seventh senior brother. In the short few months that he had been practicing martial arts with his teacher, Li Zhantian had occasionally mentioned a few senior brothers, but Ling Feng had never thought about the famous "Nanzhu Beixie".

The old five are coarse and rhythmic, the calligraphy is good, the old seven know a little about the hundred schools of thought, the medical skills are acceptable, and the painting skills are OK.

This is Li Zhantian's evaluation of the fifth senior brother and the seventh senior brother.

What a cheat!

Zhu Yufeng is an internationally recognized palace-level music master, Xie Tuofeng is known as "the double masterpiece of medical painting", and his attainments in Chinese culture are even more shocking to the past and the present.

Is this a rough idea?

Ling Feng was a little embarrassed.

He had always felt that his master was very knowledgeable, but until today, he knew that he still underestimated his teacher, what kind of amazing talent can teach such a great disciple?

What about the rest of the brothers?

Ling Feng suddenly remembered that no one should know how the Fifth Senior Brother and the Seventh Senior Brother noticed him when he followed his mentor to learn the arts.

At this time, he somewhat understood why Zhu Yufeng would accept Yao Chen as a disciple.

Could it be that the fifth senior brother had heard of him before that?

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth.

That "director" is probably the eighth senior brother, and only in this way can a qiē explain it.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng's heart suddenly brightened.

Suddenly, a sound of dispute came into Ling Feng's ears.

In the square, a Xinjiang seller of cut cakes and a customer quarreled. Originally, the customer just went to the Xinjiang people to ask for the price, but they didn't expect the Xinjiang people to forcibly ask people to buy cut cakes, and the price was also very high. The man argued a few words, angrily dropped a few hundred-dollar bills and left. The people of Xinjiang began to shout triumphantly again.

Ordinary people know that ethnic minorities are protected by ethnic policies, especially in Xinjiang and Tibet, and when there are disputes, it is always ordinary people who suffer, so when ordinary people have disputes with Tibetans, they can only go to wealth to eliminate disasters, and over time, they have developed the arrogance of Xinjiang people.

First-class foreigners, second-class officials, third-class ethnic minorities, fourth-class Hans.

Although this sentence is biased, there is some truth in it.

Ling Feng glanced at it and found that the Xinjiang people had bulging pockets around their waists, obviously pinning waist knives. However, since the customer had already considered himself unlucky, Ling Feng was too lazy to care, and followed the flow of people into the waiting room.

Casually found a vacant seat to sit down, Ling Feng leaned back in a chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The waiting room is full of people.

After a while, there was a brief commotion at the entrance.

More than a dozen Xinjiang people squeezed into the waiting room and pushed away a few passers-by who were blocking the front.

Passers-by dared not speak angrily, so they could only bow their heads and curse a few words in hatred to get out of the way.

The people of Xinjiang quickly dispersed and blended into the crowd in the waiting room.

Ling Feng glanced at it casually, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Wrong!

Ling Feng opened his eyes violently.

I saw that the Xinjiang people who scattered into the crowd suddenly pulled out their waist knives from their waists and slashed at the passengers around them!