He Yonghong was still making rounds in the ward when Vice Dean Liu Changsheng walked into the ward together with Director Zheng Gaofeng and Deputy Director Cheng Zaiming of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
"Mr. Li looks much better."
Liu Changsheng said with a smile: "It seems that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department should be involved in the treatment earlier. Traditional Chinese Medicine is quite unique in some diseases."
Li Wanjiang's changes can now be seen by everyone. His face was sallow and his sclera were yellow a few days ago. Now his face looks much clearer and his energy level is much better.
"Thank you, Dean Liu, for your concern."
Li Wanjiang smiled politely and said, "I also feel much better these past two days."
"Director He, has Mr. Li done a checkup?"
Liu Changsheng asked He Yonghong.
"This is the result of this morning's B-ultrasound."
He Yonghong hurriedly handed over the B-ultrasound sheet: "The ascites on the abdominal side has disappeared, the jaundice has significantly subsided, and Mr. Li's appetite has improved a lot in the past two days."
"That's good, that's good."
Liu Changsheng smiled and nodded, and then said to Zheng Gaofeng and Cheng Zaiming: "Let Director Zheng and Director Cheng do a check-up on Mr. Li."
"Thank you, Dean Liu."
Li Wanjiang thanked him again.
Zheng Gaofeng also walked to the bedside and examined Liu Changsheng.
"Judging from the pulse, Mr. Li is indeed recovering well, and Yuan Fang continues to use it."
Liu Changsheng was still not very clear about Li Wanjiang's situation, and now thought that Cheng Zaiming had written the prescription for Li Wanjiang. But Zheng Gaofeng knew that although Cheng Zaiming had written Li Wanjiang's prescription, someone else had written it.
When he learned about the situation, Zheng Gaofeng couldn't believe it. If He Yonghong hadn't told him, Zheng Gaofeng would have thought Cheng Zaiming was joking with him.
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After treating a big boss and receiving a large sum of medical money, Fang Le's life became smooth in an instant.
At least there is no need to worry about life now. As for the follow-up, we can wait until we talk to Li Wanjiang. Fang Le still has a lot of plans and ideas.
Fang Le was used to living a good life. Now that he is rich, there is meat and eggs for every meal at home. Before meal time, people next door to Fang Le's house and people passing by the door can smell Fang Le's family.
Enjoy the meaty taste at home.
This made Zhang Xiyue a little embarrassed.
"We live so extravagantly every day, and the neighbors all have objections."
"We won't steal or rob. If we have the conditions, we can improve our lives. Why do they have objections?"
Fang Lecai was too lazy to pay attention.
They are all faults.
If you can, go and eat it yourself.
"When you make money, you have to spend it, just to improve your life, so that you can eat better, wear better, and live better."
Fang Le's main principles are the same: "If you don't want to spend the money you make, if you worry about this or that, then why make money? You can't be a miser."
"I think Xiaole is right."
Jiang Qiu'e agreed very much with Fang Le's words. Anyway, she could follow suit now.
In the past few days, Jiang Qiu'e has gained a little weight, while Zhang Xiyue's whole body looks plumper and more beautiful.
There is a lot of wind and sand in the village, the skin on Zhang Xiyue's face is a bit rough, and there are no good skin care products. If she lives in Xijing City for a period of time, Zhang Xiyue will definitely be prettier than Li Wanjiang's female assistant.
“Always be aware of the impact.”
Zhang Xiyue cannot defeat Fang Le.
"It is mediocre who is not envied by others."
Fang Le said with a smile: "The situation needs to be big, and you will be the big boss in the future."
"Come again."
Zhang Xiyue glared at Fang Le. She just said this in private in the room, but she actually said it in front of Jiang Qiu'e.
"Fang Le."
The family was having dinner when a motorcycle stopped at the door. Wang Shengjun came with his son to thank Fang Le and brought a lot of things, both large and small.
"It should have come a long time ago."
Wang Shengjun smiled and said: "Aren't we waiting for my wife's mother-in-law to send me pot helmets? I haven't come yet. I will come over for a wedding banquet then."
In many rural areas in Guanzhong, it is customary to give pot helmets when a child is born. As long as you give pot helmets as a gift, your relatives and friends will know that a child has been born at home. By the way, tell me the date.
Wang Shengjun's daughter-in-law gave birth to a boy, and her natal family gave her a pot helmet once. When she gave birth to a girl, her natal family gave her another pot helmet.
Originally, the boy's full moon party was postponed for a few days to be held together with the girl's, one after the full moon and the other after twenty days.
"Okay, I will definitely go then."
Fang Le let Wang Shengjun and his son in with a smile, and said, "We're having dinner, let's have some together."
"I won't eat anymore."
Wang Shengjun put down his things and said with a smile: "There are still several companies that need to be notified, so I won't stay. Another day, another day."
"Okay, then Brother Wang, walk slowly."
Fang Le smiled and nodded, and together with Zhang Xiyue sent Wang Shengjun and his son out the door.
After Wang Shengjun and his son left, Zhang Xiyue took a look at the things Wang Shengjun and his son had brought back to the house, and found an envelope inside.
"Fang Le."
"open to take a look."
Fang Le didn't answer either.
"Two hundred dollars."
Zhang Xiyue said to Fang Le.
"Then just keep it."
Fang Le smiled, Wang Shengjun was generous in taking action.
Wang Shengjun's two hundred is naturally incomparable to Li Wanjiang's five thousand, but they are not of the same magnitude. Today, even Wang Shengjun brought fifty yuan, which is actually not too small.
Jiang Qiu'e next to her was even more envious.
Fang Le's money came too easily.
Several times in a row, and having been left in the cold by Fang Le for so long before, Jiang Qiu'e really didn't dare to have any evil thoughts anymore.
As long as she holds Fang Le's thigh, she will definitely not suffer, and her life will definitely be better than that of most people in Murakami.
After dinner, Fang Le and Zhang Xiyue were sitting in the yard basking in the sun. There was another sound of motorcycles at the door. Feng Fei stopped the car at the door and strode in.
"Brother Fang."
"Here you go, sit down."
Fang Le greeted with a smile, and Zhang Xiyue got up and went inside to get a kettle to make tea for Feng Fei.
Fang Fei was called by Fang Le. He went to the town to go to the market yesterday. Fang Le and Zhang Xiyue went to the town to buy things and bought clothes for Zhang Xiyue. When they met Feng Fei, Fang Le asked Feng Fei to come over when he was free.
"Brother Fang, do you have a problem with me?"
Feng Fei took a small stool, sat down opposite Fang Le, and asked hurriedly.
"It's something."
Fang Le smiled and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"
"Intend?"
Feng Fei was stunned: "Brother Fang, what you mean is that if you have something to give you directly, I will do my best."
"What do you mean I'm in trouble?"
Fang Le said with a smile: "You're not young anymore. You can't just wander around the town like this all your life, right? You don't have any plans?"
"this......"
Feng Fei chuckled: "To be honest, I really don't know what to do. My dad wants to arrange for me to be a soldier. I feel like I can't be restrained. I just want to work in a factory outside. I'm not used to it...
..”
As he spoke, Feng Fei asked Fang Le tentatively: "Brother Fang, are you up to something good? I, Feng Fei, may have shortcomings, but one thing is that I am absolutely upright. As long as it is something you tell me, Brother Fang, I will go through fire and water."
"There is a good thing."
Fang Le said with a smile: "As long as you listen to me and work hard, I will ensure that you will be rich and powerful in the future. If nothing else, making millions a year will definitely not be a problem."
"millions?"
Feng Fei opened his mouth slightly.
He felt that he heard wrongly.
millions?
Is that what a person can earn, or is it a year?
These days, every village has a number of households with ten thousand yuan, and some villages may not have any. Feng Fei’s family is well off, but at best it is only a household with ten thousand yuan. Feng Fei’s father has a small brick and tile factory in their village.
, if you can make an income of one thousand or two thousand a year, that’s very impressive.
How many million a year?
If Feng Fei hadn't known that Fang Le had seen a doctor for a big boss not long ago, and luxury cars kept coming in front of Fang Le's house in those days, Feng Fei would have thought that Fang Le was ill again.
Although Feng Fei didn't know whether tuberculosis would cause insanity and hysteria.
"Drink tea."
Zhang Xiyue came out with a kettle, moved a small table in front of Fang Le and Feng Fei, and made a pot of tea for them.
In these days, tea is a very luxurious thing. Before Li Wanjiang gave Fang Le five thousand yuan, when guests came to the house, Fang Le could only serve them with boiled water.
"Yueyue, go get the piece of paper from my drawer, as well as the pen and ink pad, and bring out three thousand yuan."
Fang Le said to Zhang Xiyue.
Zhang Xiyue entered the house without asking any questions. After a while, she came out with a piece of paper and three thousand yuan, placed them on the small table in front of Fang Le, and then planned to enter the house.
In the 1990s, in rural areas, families were poor, but many families had many rules. When men spoke, women generally avoided them and could not get along, otherwise there were no rules.
"Just sit here."
Fang Le grabbed Zhang Xiyue.
After being in contact with Zhang Xiyue for so long, Fang Le knew that this girl actually had great ambitions, but her family was poor and she could not get into college, so Fang Le was determined to help Zhang Xiyue with some things.
No matter how ambitious Zhang Xiyue was, after all, she was born in a rural area and had never seen the world. Five thousand yuan made Zhang Xiyue's voice tremble, let alone other things. Therefore, Fang Le wanted Zhang Xiyue to listen when talking to Feng Fei.
"Um!"
Zhang Xiyue was obedient to Fang Le. When Fang Le asked her to sit down, she did so.
"Come."
Fang Le pushed the paper in front of Feng Fei: "Sign it and put your thumbprint on it, and I will give you a fortune."
"Thank you, Brother Fang."
Feng Fei didn't look at it, picked up the pen and signed, then pressed his fingerprint and pushed the paper in front of Fang Le.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you without even taking a look?"
Fang Le was very satisfied with Feng Fei's performance. This guy is indeed courageous.
"Look at what you said, Brother Fang. If I can really make money, I will sell myself. Brother Fang, if you come to me, you are looking down on me. How can I not be wise?"
Feng Fei laughed.
"You still have to be cautious in the future. You have to take a look at it, but you can't really be sold."
Fang Le smiled and pushed the three thousand yuan in front of Feng Fei and said: "It's only more than two months before the Spring Festival. You take the money and go to Xijing City. You don't have to do anything else. Just look for the construction site and enter the construction site."
Find the person in charge of the construction site, the project manager, etc., and invite them to eat and drink."