Send the little niece over to be a classmate with the little monster, and seize the opportunity to meet the two kings of the Zhang family when picking up the little niece, and they will catch the line after coming and going.

But this kind of curved way of saving the country seems to be a little conservative for a proud woman like Su Qingcheng.

"What's the problem?"

"It's ADHD and anxiety. There is also anorexia and school phobia, and I love sleepwalking......

I instinctively glanced at Su Qingcheng: "How old are you?"

Su Qingcheng was a little embarrassed, and said after a few seconds, "Twelve years old."

After a pause, Su Qingcheng lowered his voice and spoke again: "It seems that there is still soul loss......

I didn't have a cold at all about those hyperactivity, anxiety, anorexia, sleepwalking, but the last loss of soul made me a little interested, and I asked Su Qingcheng a few words in a simple and scribbling way, and I silently lit a cigarette and drank tea.

"Assistant Tong, please don't worry about the cost. There is also the problem of hardware facilities, we definitely send the best. Our Su family's hometown is in Jiangnan, and there is half of Zeng Guobao's Haihuang circle chair in our hometown, as well as a Haihuang book case by Shen Wansan in the Ming Dynasty."

I felt a little speechless at Su Qingcheng's words.

It can be seen that Su Qingcheng definitely did a good job of intelligence work before looking for me.

Not only did I know the origin of the chair in the middle of the hall, but I also knew that I brought my own bookcase, and even the cost was clear.

"Assistant Su is so sure that I can cure your little niece?"

Su Qingcheng looked at me and said with a smile, "Don't dare to say anything else. When it comes to healing children's psyche, you are an absolute master."

"I don't have a medical license."

Su Qingcheng's thin cherry lips pursed out the most tempting red line, and his voice was crisp and straightforward: "If you want to practice medical certificates, I will send you home in the afternoon."

Now that I've said that, I'm no longer pretentious.

It's just that I didn't say it to death: "After the New Year, if I am still in Yandu, Assistant Su will send your little niece over, and I will observe first."

Su Qingcheng's long black eyelashes blinked: "If it's convenient for Assistant Tong, I'll send your student's desk over in the afternoon?" Occupy a booth first?"

Su Qingcheng's words were a little anxious, which made me inexplicably look forward to the soul loss that I had never met.

As soon as the conversation changed, I asked Su Qingcheng rhetorically: "Assistant Su is not afraid that half of the chair will be hit by a car and burned?" When the time comes, I won't be able to afford it."

Hearing this, Su Qingcheng's eyebrows revealed a hint of comfort that he knew I would say this, and his plump red lips pursed a perfect and moving arc: "Assistant Tong, don't worry. We have insurance."

"Shenzhou, there is more than one divine protection."

After a pause, Su Qingcheng added: "There are not three insurance companies as big as Shenbao, but also four. Assistant Tong can rest assured that all the insurance from your laboratory will be transferred to us."

"At that time, if there is one less tile in your appraisal center, we will all pay for it."

This is to reassure me, and it is also to give me the truth.

I know.

I thought for two seconds and whispered, "The booth is fine. But I won't be able to teach your niece."

Su Qingcheng's jade face changed slightly, flickering endlessly in the vast deep sea smoke waves, and his expression slowly condensed: "Assistant Tong, are you afraid of ......?"

Before the rest of the sentence was finished, there was a sound of slamming the door outside in the twilight, followed by a rush and panic that blew up people's eardrums and pierced people's ears.

"Hurry up, put it flat, put it flat first......

"Don't touch Lu Lao, don't touch Lu Lao ...... anyone"

"Oxygen, oxygen!"

"Why hasn't the chief doctor's doctor come here yet? Hurry up and hurry!"

The mutated howl made me and Su Qingcheng look at each other, and quickly got up and rushed out.

In an instant, Su Qingcheng lost his face and screamed, "Old Lu!"

"What's wrong with Lu Lao?"

On the carpet at the entrance of Hall 8, there was a skinny old man lying impressively.

The old man was lying flat in the sky, and in the dense old age spots, there was no trace of blood in sight, and his whole face was gone

It's black and blue.

Although he was still wearing an oxygen mask, not even the slightest white mist could be seen on the oxygen mask.

No white fog means no breathing!

The old man who was about to die closed his eyes tightly, his pale lips were slightly open, his hands were weakly on the carpet, and his palms were facing the sky, as if he had passed away!

A middle-aged female nurse in her forties knelt beside the old man, clasped her fingers and kept pressing the old man's chest, desperately resuscitating the old man's heart.

It's just that the old man didn't react at all.

"Lu Lao—"

A terrible cry rushed out of the mouth of the living secretary next to Lu Lao, tearing the liver and intestines.

"Lu Lao !!"

Su Qingcheng's delicate body trembled violently, and he screamed, "What's the matter? Where are the doctors at our headquarters? Oh people!"

The life secretary yelled angrily, "A bunch of garbage in your headquarters. All fucking bunch of shit! There is no equipment and equipment that should be equipped, and there are no drugs and drugs that should be equipped!"

"What does Tang Anjun eat? Xie Youyan, Liu Yifan, Lu Linxi, you all fucking rice bucket!"

"A bunch of rice buckets!"

"If something goes wrong with Lu Lao, you are all murderers!"

Su Qingcheng was so frightened that he shook his way and shouted urgently, "What do you want me to do? What can I do? Say it quickly. I'll contact you right away. Don't worry."

The life secretary's eyes were blood-red and he roared: "Your security waste has destroyed Lu Lao's first-aid medicine."

Su Qingcheng gasped, his delicate body kept shaking, and he shouted incoherently: "I'll go get the medicine, what kind of medicine did Lu Lao take?" I'll call someone to deliver it right away."

"Your headquarters—"

"All!"

When the life secretary was angry, a panicked footsteps came, Zhuang Chihua was the first to rush into the No. 8 hall, and at first glance, the scene changed color, and called Lu Lao in a trembling voice.

Desperate, he knelt beside the old man: "Old Lu. How's it going?"

The few people who followed Zhuang Chihua were all so frightened that they were all scared, and they screamed wildly when they exploded the walkie-talkie.

"Send Lu Lao to the hospital immediately."

"What a hospital! Can't go to the hospital!"

The life secretary got up angrily and pushed the people around him away: "You know a fart. Can't move Lu Lao. As soon as you move, Lu Lao will be finished."

"Get the fuck out of here."