Although Zhu Bing's self-esteem was greatly hurt, soon another topic made them talk harmoniously.
Liu Muqiao and Zhu Bing chatted about college life.
One is very poor and the other is very rich. Logically speaking, they should not be able to talk to each other.
However, they chatted happily because they had a common hobby, they liked ancient poetry and Dream of Red Mansions.
They talked from ancient poems to Dream of Red Mansions, and then to modern poets - are there any poets in modern times?
They unanimously came to the conclusion that this man has passed away. In recent decades, there are no poets anymore, only psychopaths.
Whether it's right or wrong, that's what they both think.
One of them laughed while chatting, and the other giggled.
"Perhaps, modern poets will say that we are the ones who are crazy." Zhu Bing said.
Liu Muqiao nodded and said: "Yes, if you offend the majority of poets, you will be scolded to death."
While they were chatting happily, Zhu Bing's cell phone rang. It was his father calling.
Zhu Bing's father, Zhu Shengxi, is a well-known entrepreneur in this province. Qingjiang Heavy Industry, which he runs, has become world-renowned and has become one of the top three companies in the world.
He asked on the phone, have you made an appointment with Liu Muqiao?
"The appointment has arrived. Let's have coffee in the administration building now."
"I won't come up. I'm in room 1808. After you finish drinking, please come to the room. You can discuss the cost with him. Don't treat others badly."
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Liu Muqiao has already heard it.
He said: "Don't keep your father waiting, let's go down."
Zhu Bing was a little reluctant to give up, but still stood up and said to the waiter: "The account will be recorded in room 1808."
Arriving at room 1808, Liu Maqiao was slightly shocked as soon as he entered the door.
This man has such a great aura!
Liu Muqiao has not met many big names, and Professor Hao is probably the biggest celebrity he has had close contact with. However, compared with Zhu Shengxi, his aura is not on the same level.
"Classmate Liu Muqiao? Please come in, please sit down."
Liu Muqiao said "Hi" and then bowed slightly. Zhu Shengxi did not take the initiative to shake hands with him, so Liu Muqiao naturally did not dare to extend his hand.
Liu Muqiao cursed himself secretly, why did his greeting just now sound a bit like that translator?
"I heard that you are quite accomplished in neurology." Zhu Shengxi sat down first, and then motioned for Liu Miqiao to sit on the sofa opposite.
"I can't talk about my attainments. I'm actually a layman in neurology, but I'm quite experienced in pediatrics." Liu Maqiao wanted to be humble, but being modest was tantamount to telling lies.
What I said just now is probably very harsh.
Sure enough, Zhu Shengxi laughed a few times.
Crazy, who hasn’t been crazy?
Zhu Shengxi smiled knowingly.
He was crazy once.
"Professor Hao said that you have made great achievements in the treatment of neurological diseases. I heard that the International Conference on Neurology will be held in Beijing next month, and Professor Hao is planning to use your hospital's advanced experience in treating cerebral hemorrhage as a model for the conference. It seems that
, you will be famous soon."
Liu Muqiao was surprised, how come he hadn't heard of it? I am an intern, how should I go on stage to introduce my experience?
Well, by the way, it's not me, it's Zhao Yilin. I'm just the operator. The real expert is Zhao Yilin. I'm just a member of Zhao Yilin's team. Making reports is Zhao Yilin's business.
"Mr. Zhu, I'm just an intern."
"Well, I know. Professor Hao has already told me the inside story. Of course, in this meeting, you should be working as a team. Director Zhao is the leader. He is the famous one. However, as the main force in the team, you
, will also be commended by the conference."
Zhu Shengxi took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Last time, you corrected Sima Linyi's diagnosis, which was very impressive. You don't know, Professor Hao, if you hadn't reminded him, he would have been wrong too."
"It's just a coincidence." Liu Maqiao said.
"How can medicine happen by chance? Okay, let's not talk anymore. I have to meet a foreigner later. Time is tight. I have a problem like this. Let's see if you can do anything about it."
"You said."
"I feel a lot of pressure, can't sleep well, have many dreams, feel depressed, anxious, and sometimes have some inexplicable fear. Is this depression?"
Liu Miqiao briefly reviewed the massage method to reduce fever, and said with a smile: "You are Professor Hao's good friend, he should give you an accurate answer. I am relatively amateur on this disease, but the treatment should not be a big problem."
"Ah, no big problem?" Zhu Shengxi asked eagerly.
"Yes, no big problem."
"Then please give me a prescription."
"No prescription required, come here, you lie on the bed and I will give you a massage."
"Is massage okay?"
"You've never heard of it, right? Professor Hao studied Western medicine and is very knowledgeable about massage."
"You also study Western medicine. You are Professor Hao's student."
"I'm lucky. I've met experts. Come on, give it a try and you'll know." Liu Maqiao looked back at Zhu Bing and said, "You can avoid it."
Zhu Bing made a face, went into another room, and closed the door.
"I need you to take off all your clothes, just leave one piece on. There is no glycerin or alcohol gel, so I will use shower gel to massage you." Liu Miqiao went into the bathroom to get the shower gel.
"Is it useful? I've done a lot of massage in the past, but it didn't work." Zhu Shengxi was highly doubtful. How can massage treat neurosis?
"Don't worry, massage girl, what kind of massage is that? That's random touching. You can see what I'm like!"
After saying that, Liu Muqiao had already taken action.
He started from the waist and pushed upward until he reached the occipital tuberosity.
"Ah!"
At the beginning, Zhu Shengxi let out a long scream.
Zhu Bing was startled and quickly opened the door and came out to see.
"Ah!"
"Oh!"
"Hiss!"
Zhu Shengxi made various sounds.
Zhu Bing walked in, looked at him suspiciously, and asked softly, "Is everything going to be okay?"
"Ahhh!"
Zhu Shengxi screamed even more miserably.
Liu Miqiao put his hands on Zhu Shengxi's back, moving up and down. The whole back was as red as blood, and a layer of water mist emerged.
"Ah!"
"Oh!"
"Yeah!"
"Hiss!"
"Okay!"
With a "Okay", the stone in Zhu Bing's heart fell. Only then did he understand clearly what category his cry should fall into.
This is a happy cry, this is a very refreshing cry.
"How was it?"
Liu Muqiao stopped and asked.
"It's great! It's so great! This is the real massage!"
"I'm asking you about your specific feelings." Liu Maqiao wiped his hands with a tissue.
"My eyes are brighter, yes, that's right. It used to be gloomy, but now it's much brighter. It seems like it's suddenly dawn. My head is also clear and I'm no longer dizzy. My mood, yes, I'm very happy. This is mine.
Feeling." Zhu Shengxi said excitedly.
"Well, this should be the effect. Your neurosis has achieved preliminary results, but it still needs to be consolidated. From now on, you should keep a light diet, keep exercising, and listen to more music, and your problems should be cured. You go
Take a bath."
After Liu Muqiao finished speaking, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
"Ding!"
"Reward an intermediate treasure box."
A shining silver treasure box appeared in front of him.
How could Liu Muqiao endure it?
Open!
A book.
This chapter has been completed!