After Chu Heng came out of the courtyard, he rushed directly to the Tang family.
After the Spring Festival, the temperature in Sijiu City has begun to warm up, and it has begun to smell like spring. The most obvious manifestation is that the clothes on pedestrians have changed. They have lost their scarves and hats, and their cotton-padded jackets have been replaced by lighter and thicker coats. They are also willing to go shopping.
There are more people than before.
Therefore, Volga walked very slowly in this bustling street.
It took almost forty minutes for the car to arrive outside the Tang family courtyard.
"bump!"
Chu Heng got out of the car, carrying a few things in his hand, walked straight to the door, and patted the courtyard door a few times.
A few moments.
The door opened, and a big head wearing thick bottle-bottomed glasses poked out of the door. It was his friend Tang Pingliu.
"Hengzi? Come in quickly, come in quickly."
Tang Pingliu opened the door with a smile and quickly invited him in. With strong enthusiasm on his face and piercing eyes, he said: "Just in time, I just made a pot of Dihuang Frog Soup, you should try it too."
"No need! I came here after eating."
Chu Heng looked at him warily. The grandson didn't know what had happened recently, so he suddenly started studying medicinal foods. When he came over to pay New Year's greetings a few days ago, he was tricked into drinking a bowl of black-bone chicken soup, and then added half of it.
The farts were louder and smellier than the last, almost driving his wife crazy. In the end, she kicked him to the east room, leaving him alone in the empty room.
"Oh, don't be polite with me. Let's go." Tang Pingliu couldn't help but pulled him and ran to the kitchen.
"We'll talk about it later, I have something to do with the old man."
Chu Heng quickly broke away from him and ran towards the study room.
At this time, three generations of the Tang family were present in the study.
Mr. Tang sat upright on the Grand Master's chair, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, drinking with a smile.
Diagonally opposite, Tang Pingliu's father, Tang Quan, was sitting calmly on a chair, holding a bowl of frog soup that his son had just cooked in one hand and drinking it, while the other hand was casually placed on the square table next to it.
There are several silver needles stuck in it. If you look closely, you can see there are some tiny pinholes next to the silver needles.
Tang Pinglu, the little prodigy of the Tang family, held a silver needle with a hesitant look on his face, staring at his arm and hesitant to take the needle.
Needless to say, Father Tang is quite dedicated to the studies of his younger generation...
At the door of the study, Chu Heng looked at Father Tang, whose nose had begun to bleed. He grinned, then stepped in and yelled: "How's your practice going?"
"ah!"
Tang Pinglu, who was preparing to inject the acupuncture, trembled with fright, and his hands shook. The falling silver needle naturally deviated from the acupuncture point and penetrated deeply into the skin.
"Oh, what are you shouting for? It made me miss the mark!" Tang Pinglu looked back angrily and threw the pot happily.
"There are no rules, how can I talk to your brother Chu?" Father Tang put down the soup bowl with a calm expression, casually pulled out the misplaced silver needle, and used his fingertips to press a wisp of flying out of the eye of the needle.
A small column of blood raised his chin at Chu Heng and said with a smile: "Here comes Hengzi, find a place to sit on."
"Alas." Chu Heng walked away from Mr. Tang and gently placed the things he brought on the table.
Mr. Tang looked at the Wuliangye brother and Zhonghua cigarettes in his net bag, rolled his eyelids and glanced at him: "Tell me, which relative of your family is sick this time?"
The old man has already figured it out. As long as it's not a festival, if this guy comes here with something valuable, he's bound to see a doctor.
"Hey, we're not relatives this time, that's what it is..." Chu Heng handed over a cigarette in a polite manner, and after telling them what happened to him, he said with a flattering smile: "So, I will
I want you to come over and have a look. It would be best if you can cure it, but if you can't, you have to pretend that you can cure Mrs. Jia, so as to force those people to mess up and expose their flaws. You
What do you think?"
"Go, go, go! You kid really drank me out!"
Mr. Tang blew his beard and glared: "Old man, I have been practicing medicine all my life and I have never seen anyone wrong. This is a golden sign that I have spent most of my life building. How can I ruin my reputation because of your sabotage?"
Chu Heng really didn't know about this, and he was immediately disappointed when he heard this. He only came because of the old man's reputation, but now that everyone has said so, he really can't force others to do anything.
However, this is a bit difficult to do.
Without Mr. Tang's help, he really couldn't think of anyone to turn to for a while.
Someone with a big reputation might not be able to agree, and someone with a small reputation might not be able to scare the other party.
When Mr. Tang saw this guy's frown, he felt a little unbearable. Then he thought of this guy's background, so after weighing it, he said again: "Okay, don't worry, I won't go, and no one else can go."
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"Who?"
Chu Heng asked subconsciously, and then with a thought in his heart, he turned his gaze to Father Tang, who was still working as a tool for his nephew, and his eyes became bright again.
"Yes, that's your Uncle Tang. He is also my biological son. Although his ability is a bit lacking, his reputation is good enough." Mr. Tang looked at the toolman's son with a smile, feeling that the deal was worthwhile.
Using the reputation of a loser and a little bit of the Tang family's reputation to pave the way for future generations is a huge profit!
Father Tang, who was clearly arranged, said speechlessly: "No, dad, you want fame, don't I want fame?"
"You have a shitty reputation! You just go when you are told. Where do you get all this nonsense?" Mr. Tang glared and said: "Moreover, Hengzi is in trouble, how can we just stand by and watch! Hurry up, pack your things and leave.
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"Hey, Uncle Tang, please help me, and I will repay you generously in the future!" Chu Heng quickly begged.
"Oh, you kid, you can really trouble people." Father Tang gave him a helpless look, stood up reluctantly, and pulled out the silver needles on his hands and arms one by one, without even looking at the needles.
The bloody arrow shot out, and he walked out of the study, swinging his arms.
"Pooh!"
Chu Heng wiped the blood beads on his face, cupped his hands with Mr. Tang, said goodbye, and prepared to follow.
"Come on, Hengzi, drink this soup, it will be a great tonic!"
At this moment, Tang Pingliu walked in with a bowl of soup, and with an irresistible warm smile on his face, he brought the soup bowl to Chu Heng.
In a hurry to leave, he subconsciously took it and finished it with Gu Dongdong. He then wiped his mouth and handed the bowl back, turned around and left the study.
A few moments.
He and Father Tang boarded the Volga and rushed towards the hospital where Mrs. Jia was staying.
After walking for a while, Chu Heng, who was driving, felt his nose was a little warm, and there was a wet patch on his chin. When he wiped it casually, he saw a patch of blood on the back of his hand.
"What a fool!"
Chu Heng braked to a stop, raised his head and stretched out his hand to Father Tang on the passenger seat: "Uncle Tang, Uncle Tang, quickly open the button and get me some paper, I have a nosebleed!"
"It's okay. Why panic? It's just a nosebleed. It'll be fine in a while." Tang Fudan smiled and handed him a piece of tissue paper, and then wiped the blood stains under his nose, with no trace of emotion on his face.
