Zhang Jing shook his head: "My daughter wants to eat steamed buns, I came to buy them on purpose, and the buns will be cold after a while." ”

"Okay then."

Mu Hai's face was a little disappointed: "That little friend will go and get busy first, and I will invite you next time I have a chance." ”

"Little friend, leave a contact information."

Zhang Jing told Mu Xiaolan his mobile phone number.

Then he staggered to his bike.

Mu Hai strode over.

"Little friend, you just ride a bicycle?"

"How does this work?"

"You've become so weak to save me."

"Xiaolan, you go and send off Xiaoyou."

Mu Xiaolan looked at Mu Hai and stopped talking.

She really wanted to say that the most important thing now was to send Mu Hai over, after all, the person she was going to meet was very important.

But looking at Mu Hai's attitude, she had to give it away.

"Then grandpa, you wait here, I'll ask Fu Bo to pick you up."

Mu Hai waved his hand and snatched the bicycle directly.

"What else to pick up?"

"I'm feeling really good now, I couldn't ride before, but now I'm back, I'll just ride there."

"Uncle, you can't exercise vigorously now." Zhang Jing said immediately.

"It's not far, it's a few minutes by bike." Mu Hai waved his hand: "Riding a bike, can you still exercise vigorously?" ”

"Okay then." Zhang Jing didn't persuade again.

Looking at Mu Hai's appearance, he should know the proportions.

Mu Xiaolan took Zhang Jing and walked towards the underground parking lot.

The reason why she and Mu Hai appeared here was that they were going to buy some tea and bring them over.

But now that this happened, neither of them had the idea of buying tea.

In the past, they didn't need to bring gifts.

In the car, Mu Xiaolan looked at Zhang Jing: "Hospital? Is your wife sick? ”

"My daughter." Zhang Jing replied, "She just woke up from surgery. ”

"I see." Mu Xiaolan asked a few more questions.

They all knocked on the side and wanted to inquire about Zhang Jing's identity and background.

But these questions were all prevaricated by Zhang Jing.

Soon Mu Xiaolan sent Zhang Jing to the place.

Then he drove away, not even saying hello.

Zhang Jing knew that this woman was still holding grudges.

But you can't blame him for those two falls, right?

After all, he was here to save Mu Hai, and if the woman hadn't been so close, he wouldn't have fallen on top of him.

But soon he put the matter behind him and walked into the hospital.

Seeing Zhang Jing coming back, Xiao Yu'er's eyes lit up directly.

"Daddy!"

Xiao Yu'er flew over and took a sip on Zhang Jing's face.

Then he took the bun and nibbled on it.

"It's my favorite shiitake mushroom filling."

The little fish ate with a mouthful of oil.

Zhang Jing looked at Xiao Yu'er with a doting face.

Moments later, the phone rang.

"Is it Mr. Zhang Jingzhang?"

"Who are you?" The voice was unfamiliar, and he went over it in his head.

He didn't seem to know each other at all.

So what is this guy calling for?

"I'm from the Yuncheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and the members of our association saw your deeds of saving people on the street, and we found you after our investigation......"

Zhang Jing interrupted him directly.

"Getting to the point."

"We would like to invite you to join the Chinese Medicine Association." The other party was also disrupted by this sudden interruption, but he still directly stated his purpose.

"Not interested."

Zhang Jing didn't want to refuse directly.

In the next time, he has to take good care of Xiao Yuer, how can he have time to participate in any Chinese medicine association?

Mr. Zhang, we are all like-minded people in the Chinese Medicine Association, and we take it as our responsibility to save people. The other person continued to speak.

Zhang Jing's brows furrowed deeply.

"I want to save people, can't I save myself? Why do you have to go to the TCM Association? ”

"Can you hand over the stitch you used?" The other party paused for a moment and then said: "If you don't want to come to our association, we don't force it, but that set of acupuncture has a vital role in traditional Chinese medicine, and it is better for you to hand it over." ”

Zhang Jing smiled.

"Hehe, what's the truth? Do I have to go to the TCM Association, or do I have to hand over my own things? I want to ask you, why? ”

Hearing Zhang Jing's words as if he was angry, the other party didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, what he's saying now is a bit excessive.

But this is the task above, and he can't help it.