Jiangzhou First Hospital is the largest and most authoritative medical institution in Jiangzhou City, with many patients and a large flow of people.
Dad has always refused to take off his blue-black robe. Coupled with his tall figure and full head of silver hair, he is particularly eye-catching when walking among the crowd. Many people turn to look at him.
Fortunately, Professor He is not attending a clinic this morning, so we made an appointment with him to meet in his independent office.
After arriving at the hospital, Hao Jingde and Qian Zhiqi accompanied Xu Wenying directly to the obstetrics and gynecology building. Dongzi Lian Ruowei and I accompanied my father to the administration building directly to find Professor He.
Dad was always reluctant and claimed that he was not sick. I tried hard to tell him that it was just a physical check-up, so he did not give up the idea of sneaking away.
Professor He is in an office at the back of the 13th floor of the administration building.
The door was ajar, and I was about to raise my hand to knock on the door when my father suddenly pulled my arm again and said, "Girl, you don't need an injection to check your body, right?"
"No injections!" I was stunned by my father's words and answered him with a smile.
I didn't expect that my father would be afraid of injections.
Dad obviously misunderstood my confusion as hesitation, turned around to leave, and muttered: "When you look like this, you are lying to me, I will definitely get an injection."
"I really don't want injections. If you don't believe me, you can just ask the doctor later." I pulled my dad funny.
The door creaked open behind us, and a crisp voice said: "Uncle, my grandpa never gives injections!"
The voice was very friendly and familiar, and my father and I turned around at the same time.
The speaker was a girl with neat shoulder-length short hair, very fair skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, delicate facial features, and a small square face, which made her look less sweet and more heroic.
"Wan Hong?" I recognized her at a glance, the girl who gave me warmth the night before I dropped out of high school in my second year of high school.
"Hu Ling? It's really you!" Wan Hong also called my name in surprise, holding one of my hands tightly and said: "I listened to my grandpa talking on the phone yesterday when I was eating, and when I heard him calling your name, I
I was wondering if it could be you, so I came to the office with him today, but I didn’t expect it to be you!"
Wan Hong looked very excited.
"Professor He is your grandfather?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes! Come in quickly, my grandpa is waiting for you inside."
As she said this, Wan Hong stretched out her hand to help my father and said with a smile: "You are just bringing this grandpa who is afraid of injections to see a doctor, right?"
"This is my dad." I said with a smile.
Wan Hong was stunned when he heard this, looked at my father, his face became a little gloomy, and he retracted his hand.
When my father saw me talking to Wan Hong affectionately, he stopped making trouble and whispered in my ear: "Girl, is this your friend?"
"Yeah." I nodded and said with a smile, "My best friend in high school."
"Then I can't embarrass you, this girl is a good child." Dad whispered, no longer thinking about running away, and his expression became more serious.
He smiled friendly at Wan Hong and said: "Little girl, I am not grandpa, I am Hu Ling's father. You can call me uncle."
Wan Hong glanced at her father expressionlessly, without calling her uncle. She turned to me with a forced smile and said, "Come in, grandpa is inside."
Wan Hong's character has not changed much from before, and she still has a clear distinction between love and hate.
It's obvious that she doesn't like my dad.
And this dislike only started after I learned that Xiao Han was my father.
"Grandpa, Hu Ling is here!" Wan Hong opened the door and shouted.
An elderly doctor with gray hair on his temples and a white coat was sitting at his desk, opening a medical record with his head down. He raised his head at the sound of Wan Hong's voice.
It should be Professor He.
Professor He looks to be in his sixties. He is energetic, has bright eyes, and has a convincing bookish air about him, like an ancient book. The heavy weight is reassuring.
"It seems that this is Master Xiao. Thank you for meeting me!" Professor He stood up, his eyes fell on my father, and he walked out and extended his hand to him.
Dad glanced at me subconsciously, stretched out his hand to shake Professor He's hand, and said with a smile: "Nice to meet you!"
His expression was forced to be calm, and his eyes wandered around the room, finally landing on a gray-white skull placed in the corner of the desk.
A real human skull.
Dad quickly took his hand out of Professor He's and wiped it hard on his robe.
"Girl, let's go. This old guy is not a good person. He likes to play with everything." Dad pulled my arm and said.
Dad thought his quiet voice could be heard by everyone in the relatively empty office.
Professor He was stunned, but he was not angry. Instead, he burst into laughter.
Wan Hong, on the other hand, turned away with some contempt.
I was a little embarrassed. Just when I was about to say sorry to Professor He, Professor He waved his hand towards me with a smile, looked at my father with a smile and said: "The legendary Xiao Tianshi is actually afraid of me, a bad old man!"
"Who said I'm afraid of you!"
What my father hated the most was other people's provocations. He straightened his back, glared at Professor He and retorted.
"Then do you dare to cooperate with me for an examination? Of course, if you are afraid that I will turn you into this thing, then forget it." Professor He blinked at me and raised his hand to pat me lightly as if unintentionally.
That skull.
"What are you afraid of? You can't beat me!" Dad glanced at Professor He and snorted coldly.
"Then come with me!" Professor He hooked his fingers at my father and walked toward a door at the other end of the office.
Professor He raised his hand and pushed open the door. We saw a blue medical bed and some instruments inside, which should be a consulting room.
Dad swallowed and looked at Professor He hesitantly: "Will you give me an injection?"
"No injection!" Professor He stood at the door of the clinic and shook his head with a smile, "Do you dare?"
Dad glanced at me with a brave expression and snorted coldly: "What are you afraid of!"
As he spoke, he raised his feet and followed Professor He into the consulting room.
The door closed softly behind them, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I was going to coax my father for a while, but I didn't expect that Professor He was done with it in just a few words.
"Hu Ling, how are you doing now?" Wan Hong came over, took my hand and asked softly.
"It's good. My dad will have to worry about your grandpa in the future," I said.
I didn’t tell Wan Hong about the Scholling Pavilion. I remembered that she was an atheist when she was in school. If I told her that I opened the Scholling Pavilion, she might think that I was cheating.
"Your father..." Wan Hong frowned and hesitated to speak.
I looked at Wan Hong in confusion, not knowing what she wanted to say, let alone why she was somewhat hostile to my father.
Is it because she knows that her father is a heavenly master?
But Tianshi is different from ordinary psychics and belongs to an official organization. Since Wan Hong's grandfather is Professor He, it should be impossible for her to be so repulsive. This chapter has been completed!