Zuo Han held up the frame and said politely: "I'm sorry, I don't remember seeing you."
"My name is Zheng Wufeng." Zheng Wufeng stretched out his hand to Zuo Han, his eyes flashing.
Zuo Han lowered his head and glanced at Zheng Wufeng's thick-jointed right hand, and also stretched out his hand:
"My name is Zuo Han."
With a bang, Zheng Wufeng grasped Zuo Han's hand tightly, causing veins to pop out on the back of his hand.
Hu Xia gloated at Zuo Han from behind, unable to hide the smile on his face.
You brat, you're going to suffer a lot now.
Those big hands are not simple. It takes no more effort to squeeze a brick than to squeeze a watermelon.
Hu Xia seemed to hear the sound of bones squeezing in his ears.
More than ten seconds passed, and Zuo Han and Zheng Wufeng were still holding hands, their postures and expressions unchanged.
Hu Xia couldn't help but feel a little worried.
This silly boy, Zheng Tou is no better than me. If you insist on holding on, your hand may really be destroyed.
Half a minute passed, a minute passed...
Zuo Han still had a smile on his face and didn't even break out in sweat. But Zheng Wufeng's face became increasingly ugly.
"You are very good." Zheng Wufeng withdrew his hand: "Don't leave in a hurry. Let's have a good chat."
Zuo Han understood what Zheng Wufeng wanted to "talk", so he smiled and said nothing.
At this moment, a slightly balding middle-aged man walked out of the building and scolded: "Zheng Wufeng, what are you doing? Why don't you bring someone up quickly? Director Zuo is waiting to question you."
"Old Zhao, didn't you take him directly to Mr. Zuo?" Zheng Wufeng turned around and asked.
"Is Mr. Zuo just here to meet you casually?" The man called Lao Zhao rolled his eyes at Zuo Han and said, "Follow me, hurry up."
Zheng Wufeng turned to Zuo Han and said, "Go, I'll wait for you behind the building."
Zuo Han shrugged and followed Lao Zhao into the building.
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"Director Zuo, here comes Zuo Han." Old Zhao led Zuo Han into a ward, where only Zuo Shiji was.
Zuo Shiji looked Zuo Han up and down, secretly amazed in his heart.
It's so similar. Except for the color of his hair and the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he is the same person as in the photo.
Zuo Shiji looked at Lao Zhao with an inquiring look.
Lao Zhao raised the metal detector in his hand and shook it to indicate that he had been searched. Then he exited the room and closed the door.
"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Zuo Shiji asked in a majestic tone.
"You won't just take away my belt." Zuo Han tightened his pants.
There was a metal buckle on Zuo Han's belt. As soon as the detector went off, Lao Zhao took it away and gave him a rope.
Zuo Shiji raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Zuo wants to see you."
"I don't know." Zuo Han looked at Zuo Shiji without blinking.
Zuo Shiji felt very uncomfortable being looked at by Zuo Han. He felt as if he was looking at a junior, and he became increasingly unhappy.
"Young man, I want to give you a kind reminder. No matter who is standing behind you, the Zuo family is not something he can touch. After meeting Mr. Zuo, I hope you won't talk nonsense. Especially the relatives who don't have any
, please don’t misidentify them.”
"I don't quite understand what you are saying." Zuo Han said calmly: "I am an orphan. I don't even know where my parents are. I don't even know if I have any relatives."
"Very good." Zuo Shiji nodded: "You said the same when you met Mr. Zuo."
"I only say what I think should be said." Zuo Han seemed a little disappointed in his eyes as he said, "If someone wants to see me, please take me there quickly. If it takes too long, my friends will be anxious.
"
Zuo Shiji snorted coldly and called Lao Zhao.
The bald man came in from the door and took Zuo Han away.
Looking at Zuo Han's back, Zuo Shiji's eyes flickered.
This person is soft on the outside but tough on the inside, with a maturity that belies his age and the usual arrogance of young people. Judging from the simple contact, he is very similar to the material handed over to Zheng Wufeng. Maybe it is really a coincidence.
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Old Zhao led Zuo Han to the door of a ward and knocked gently.
Zuo Han stood back with a calm expression. But there were waves in his heart.
It has been more than seventy years, I never expected to see you again...
With a creak, the door was opened.
Zuo Han, who was still immersed in excitement, suddenly tightened his nerves and his eyes stood up.
Level 6 strong man!!!
It's just that power, something seems a little strange.
The person who opened the door was a young nurse in her late twenties, with a slim figure, a beautiful and cold appearance.
The nurse said a few words to Lao Zhao, turned her eyes, glanced at Zuo Han, and said, "Come in."
Zuo Han calmed down and walked into the room.
As soon as he entered the room, Zuo Han's eyes fell on the hospital bed.
An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face was leaning on the bedside, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he happened to make eye contact with Zuo Han.
Zuo Han was well prepared mentally before coming in, and was trying hard to restrain himself. After seeing the old man's face, his body still trembled, and his nose felt a little sore. He took a deep breath and managed to clear out the things in his eyes.
Press it back.
Seeing Zuo Han, the old man visibly trembled and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout something.
The young nurse noticed the old man's strange behavior and ran over quickly, saying softly: "Mr. Zuo, are you okay?"
"It's okay..." Zuo Lao's hands were still trembling a little, and he stared at Zuo Han and said without turning his head: "Xiao Song, please go out first. I want to talk to him alone."
"Mr. Zuo, this..." the young nurse hesitated.
Mr. Zuo turned his head, looked at the nurse and said, "This is my request."
"Don't say that..." The nurse seemed a little helpless and compromised: "I'm right outside the door."
The young nurse gave Zuo Laozheng a pillow, then turned and walked towards the door. When passing by Zuo Han, she suddenly said softly: "I will keep an eye on you..."
Zuo Han smiled back, and after the nurse closed the door, he turned his eyes to Mr. Zuo.
An old man and a young man looked at each other, and for five or six minutes, no one spoke.
If Zuo Yuan was still dubious before, now he is 99% convinced. The young man in front of him must be related to his second brother Zuo Han.
Everything else can be faked, and the true feelings shown when you walk in the door are something even an Oscar-winning actor cannot portray.
"Your name is Zuo Han?" Mr. Zuo broke the silence.
"Yes." Zuo Han replied softly.
"Who gave you your name?" Mr. Zuo asked again.
"My father." Zuo Han replied.
"Where are the others?" Zuo Lao's voice became urgent.
"It has been many years since the immortal passed away." Zuo Han's calm tone contained a little more emotion.
Zuo Laoping calmed down and asked, "What are your grandfather and great-grandfather called?"
Zuo Han shook his head gently: "I don't know..."
Zuo Lao asked and Zuo Han answered. The questions and answers were very simple, but what Zuo Lao wanted to know was not asked at all. However, Zuo Han hinted that his grandfather died very early and Nainai arrived with his young father.
In the United States, my father only had himself when he was very old.
Zuo Lao looked at Zuo Han, sighed, picked up the photo next to him, and said, "Come here, I'll show you something."
The young nurse standing outside the door suddenly became nervous. Her slender hand was on the door handle and her body was slightly bowed.
Zuo Han glanced at the door subconsciously and walked slowly to Mr. Zuo's bed.
"The one in the middle is me, Zuo Yuan. The one on the right is my third brother, Zuo Yan. The one on the left is my second brother..." Zuo Laodian pointed at the photo and slowly raised his head:
"His name is Zuo Han."
"What a coincidence." Zuo Han smiled.
"Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's not." Zuo Lao sighed: "It's hard to believe that there are two people in the world who are so similar and have a common name."
Zuo Han smiled again and said, "Do you think we are the same person?"
"Of course not." Mr. Zuo said in a serious tone: "But, I think you will be my second brother's descendant."
Zuo Han was silent for a moment and then said: "I know your identity is very unusual. This statement is very attractive."
"But you won't just accept it, right?" Zuo Lao suddenly laughed and sighed: "You are very similar to my second brother, not just in appearance and name. You are less impulsive and more impulsive than him.
A bit steady. But you have the same pride.
I could have tested your DNA first, which would have saved me a lot of trouble. But I don't want to force you, I want to ask for your opinion. If you are willing, this is the hospital."
Zuo Han lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked: "You also have doubts about my identity, right?"
"This..." Mr. Zuo hesitated for a moment.
"You have already answered me." Zuo Han said leisurely: "In this case, instead of pursuing ambiguous answers, it is better to take good care of the hope in your heart. This may be a bit painful, but it is better than the loneliness after the hope is shattered."
Looking at Zuo Han's face, Mr. Zuo also fell silent. After a long time, he sighed sadly: "Now, I don't have much time to look forward to."
"Not necessarily." Zuo Han gently pressed Zuo Lao's hand and said, "You will get better, I promise."
A faint white light flowed down Zuo Han's palm into Zuo Lao's body.
At this moment, there was a bang, the door opened, and the young nurse strode in and said: "Mr. Zuo, it's time for you to take medicine."
As he said this, the young nurse stared at Zuo Han with unkind eyes.
Zuo Han smiled helplessly, withdrew his hand, bowed slightly to Mr. Zuo, and said, "Please have a good rest."
Zuo Lao glanced at the young nurse with some displeasure and helplessness, and said to Zuo Han: "Young man, will you still come to visit this old man?"
"It's an honor..." Zuo Han glanced at the young nurse and said, "As long as your nurse allows it."
"Get him a pass, category A." Mr. Zuo said in a tone that left no doubt: "The sooner, the better."
"Okay..." The young nurse glared at Zuo Han, walked to the door and said a few words to the people guarding outside.
Before long, a red pass with Zuo Han's photo and stamp was delivered to Zuo Han.