"Haha, if you have anything to say, I should be pretty good at Shenyang," Li Qiming said grandly.
"Then you see, I will definitely not be polite when I call you." Xiang Que thought about it and said, "Something happened at home and my family was plotted against me. I have to go out in the next two days, but I'm afraid After I leave, the scheming people will come back. Brother Ming, please find me some people to stay near my house. They don’t have to do anything. They just play a role of guard and vigilance. As for the people who are on guard, I have arrangements for them. If there is any trouble, they will be there. You don’t need to worry about it”
Li Qiming frowned and asked: "My family has been plotted? What's going on? Tell me, I'm still in Chengdu and haven't gone back, but I have two brothers over there in Shenyang. If there's anything that can't be solved, you can tell them."
"That's fine, I don't need to trouble you too much."
Li Qiming said reluctantly: "You said why don't you go to more trouble? I always want to find opportunities for you to owe me a favor or something. Now the opportunity has come, but I am not very satisfied."
Xiang Que bared his teeth and said with a smile: "In my case, this time is considered a favor."
That night, after Xiang Que flew to Nanjing, twelve cars came to Xiangjiatun and surrounded Xiang Laoshi's house. No one got out of the car, but you could see from the car window that there were figures in each car. There were dozens of people sitting there, and a dozen vehicles contained at least thirty people. In addition to these people, two Songhuajiang minivans from two township police stations near Xiangjiatun actually came out to carry out fixed-point patrols.
Li Qiming was very considerate to Xiang Que and dispatched more than a dozen cars from Shenyang to help him look after his home. This way, with cars surrounding him, at least strangers would not be able to get close to Xiang Que's home.
At 9:30 in the evening, Xiang Que arrived in Nanjing. He called Tang Xinhe beforehand and he came to pick him up in person.
"You're here so suddenly. Your sister-in-law's due date is about two months away. Why are you back? She probably didn't come all the way to see us," Tang Xinhe asked while driving.
"I'm here to invite someone. He's in Nanjing," Xiang Que said, leaning on his seat and rubbing his head.
"You don't look good. Is something wrong?"
"Well, something happened at home, which is a bit annoying," Xiang Que said with a sigh.
That night, since it was already too late after returning to the city, Xiang Que followed Tang Xinhe back to Purple Mountain Villa and moved into the Tang family's house. Shen Jia's belly was already bulging.
Seeing Cao Qingdao who was about to be born, Xiang Que's mood improved slightly. In two months, his brother who had been dead for more than half a year would be reborn.
Early the next morning, at the foot of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
Tang Xinhe sent Xiang Que to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum: "When you go back, give me a call to book a flight for you and take you to the airport."
"Well, let's go, brother"
Xiang Que bid farewell to Tang Xinhe and walked alone along the path to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
Naturally, Xiang Que came to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum to find the old man who guarded the mausoleum for Mr. Sun. There are very few people born in the medical lineage, and it is rare to see them. But it happened that the last time Xiang Que shared his share of the destiny for Cao Qingdao The old man learned about it when he was young, and he also knew that there was an old man who was a medical doctor living in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
In fact, Xiang Que didn't want to disturb the old man at first. Once he had a deep entanglement with him and owed favors to him, he was really afraid that the other party would make that request again. He had no right to make a promise about Cao Qingdao's life path, so it was naturally impossible. Ask the old man to take him back to the mountains and forests. At least you have to let Tang Xin and Liang Kouzi know about it, or wait until Lao Cao becomes sensible.
But this time there was obviously no other way. He wanted to help his family recuperate and recuperate, but ordinary methods were simply not possible. Only someone with a medical pulse could take action, so he had to come even if he didn't come.
After walking along the path for more than an hour, the courtyard next to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum was not far away. In the quiet courtyard, an old man was plowing the ground casually with a hoe. When he heard footsteps approaching, he looked up and saw Xiang Que.
, seemed a little surprised.
"Hello, old sir," he said as he entered the courtyard and bowed to Que.
"It's you, come sit here." The old man put down his hoe and wiped the sweat on his body with the towel around his neck. He sat opposite Xiang Que and poured him a cup of tea.
"Are you looking for me for something?" The old man put down the teapot and asked straight to the point.
"My family is ill, and I would like to ask a pulse doctor to come out." Xiang Que looked at the old man sincerely and said.
The old man slowly drank a cup of tea, put down the cup, looked at Xiang Cong with an expectant look on his face, and said, "Okay, I'll let Qi'an accompany you."
"Ah?" Xiang Que suddenly looked confused. Countless question marks floated on his head, and he didn't react for a moment. He had prepared at least dozens of words, but he was still hot here and couldn't even say a word.
Not used.
"Oh, let's go. I've prepared a long lecture. I plan to talk to him in a simple and in-depth manner from many aspects such as understanding with reason, moving with emotion, compassion, bodhisattva heart, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, etc.
"As a doctor, you should be compassionate and merciful, but how could you have imagined that someone would agree to it even if you didn't use a line?" Xiang Que was confused and stunned.
Indeed, before going to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Xiang Que was well prepared. Except for Cao Qingdao, no matter what conditions the old man put forward, he would accept them as long as they were within the scope of his strength.
But who would have thought that as soon as the request was made, the other party would agree without hesitation.
This is not a surprise, but a bit surprising!
"Haha, old sir, you caught me off guard by being so mean. It's so unbelievable." Xiang Que rubbed his hands and asked uncertainly, "Do you really want someone to accompany me?"
"Well, Qi'an hasn't left Nanjing yet. Let him go there."
Xiang Que blinked with blank eyes and asked: "Just agree like this? Old sir, help for nothing? Look, you don't have any requirements, I think it might be a bit inappropriate."
The old man filled the tea cups in front of the two of them and said slowly: "A doctor has the heart of a parent. If you ask for something, I will never refuse. Although we, the medical people, no longer go out to help the world, the heart of a doctor is still there.
, Qi'an has opened a small clinic in Nanjing in recent years to provide people with medical advice. If you have patients coming to your home for help, then how can we refuse?"
Xiang Que scratched his head and drank slowly while holding the tea cup. What the old man said was quite sincere, but if Xiang Que really believed it, he would be a ghost. There is no selfless person in the world, even a saint must be more or less.
He had some selfish motives, and the old man looked quite pitiful, but Xiang Que really didn't believe that the other party had such a broad mind, not to mention that the other party wanted something from him, and he definitely hadn't given up completely yet.
Therefore, as soon as he made a request, the old man agreed, which made Xiang Que feel a little unsure.
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