Ye Fan didn't know about Zheng Qiankun's plan. After taking Ye Zhendong back to Jinzhilin with him, he told Heizi and the others to pay more attention.
Then he found a room for Ye Zhendong to settle.
Ye Fan originally wanted to send him back to the sanatorium, but Ye Zhendong said he wanted to borrow a night in Jinzhilin.
Ye Fan didn't say nonsense, so he took him in neatly.
The next morning, Ye Fan practiced the "Tai Chi Sutra" in his room, then washed up and prepared for breakfast.
When he came outside, he saw Ye Zhendong having gotten up and was sweeping the yard with a broom.
He was dressed in gray clothes and gloves, meticulously cleaning every corner, just like a street cleaner.
"Uncle Dong, what are you doing?"
Ye Fan was first surprised that his introverted sharpness was then run over to hold Ye Zhendong's hand:
"We can do this rough work. You are an elder and a guest. Working in Jinzhilin is a slap in the face."
"Besides, your body needs to be recuperated, and it is not appropriate to work."
Ye Fan advised him: "You go to the hall to rest, have a cup of tea, and have breakfast together later."
"I have been sitting in a wheelchair for twenty years and don't want to be idle anymore."
Ye Zhendong smiled and said with a pun: "Besides, it's normal for you to save me, it's normal for me to sweep the floor."
"Uncle Dong, you're just seeing each other now. What can you save or not? You and I have to be so polite."
Ye Fan had no doubt about taking the broom: "And you helped me several times, you really can't do this job."
"Ye Fan, I'll discuss something with you."
Ye Zhendong held Ye Fan's hand and looked gentle: "I want to stay in Jin Zhilin."
"This is not that I want to repay you for saving your life, but that I am too lonely in the nursing home alone."
"I feel that I am quite close to you. I want to be a companion with you and live a few ordinary but happy days."
"See if there is anything that suits me."
"If I can't help with the front yard, I can also sweep the floor and watch the door."
"Don't worry, I don't want a salary, just include food and accommodation."
Ye Zhendong looked at Ye Fan sincerely: "Anyway, Uncle Dong has been here for a year or two."
Ye Zhendong wants to stay in Jinzhilin for chores?
Ye Fan couldn't stop hearing this.
This is the King Ye Tang Dong. Although he did not know Ye Zhendong's past in detail, it can be judged from the latter's two moves that this is a first-class big shot.
Ye Zhendong looked at Ye Fan in a daze and smiled: "Why, isn't you welcome?"
"No, no, no."
Ye Fan waved his hands repeatedly: "I just think it's not suitable. Uncle Dong is also a big shot, condescending to Jin Zhilin..."
Ye Zhendong interrupted Ye Fan:
"I have been away from the world for twenty years, so I am still a big shot, and I like to be a little more plain now."
"You just say welcome or not."
He also deliberately put on a stern face: "Are you worried that I will cause you trouble? If so, I will leave later."
"Where, Uncle Dong stays here, I still can't ask for anything."
Ye Fan didn't say anything nonsense, and stretched out his hand and smiled: "Uncle Dong, welcome to join Jin Zhilin."
"This is a good boy."
Ye Zhendong laughed loudly and shook hands with Ye Fan...
After breakfast, Ye Fan introduced Ye Zhendong to Sun Bufan and the others, and arranged for him to help get medicine in the medicine cabinet.
Ye Zhendong is a person who survived from the sea of corpses and blood. He has a considerable foundation for medical skills by dealing with wounds and saving others countless times.
In less than half a day, he got started and was very busy.
When Ye Fan saw him joining the Jin Zhilin group, his originally uneasy heart gradually calmed down and he was happy to pick up a treasure.
"Woo--"
As it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan saw that there were not many patients, so he left it to Zhuo Fengya and the others to handle it. He picked up the book and prepared to face the Huatuo Cup Market Competition three days later.
At this moment, an Audi drove over, the door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a tweed coat came out.
He walked into the clinic with a gift box, with a gentle smile on his face.
Ye Fan looked up and was stunned: Zheng Qiankun.
"Doctor Ye, good afternoon, I'm here to take the consultation in person. It turns out that the doctor's parents are in love."
Zheng Qiankun raised a smile to Ye Fan, and like his neighbor, he put the gift box on it:
"For the first visit, I have some thoughts, please accept Dr. Ye."
Through the transparent box, it is clearly visible that there are several Polygonum multiflorum plants, which are of good age and have excellent quality.
If Ye Fan's mind had not yet dissipated the scene of Grandma Ming surrounding and killing him, and the conflict between the two sides at the Nanling Hotel, he would be confused by Zheng Qiankun.
"Mr. Zheng, we don't seem to be familiar with each other."
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and said directly: "If you have anything to do, just say it. Time is precious, and there is no need to go around in circles."
"Doctor Ye is happy."
Zheng Qiankun was no longer idle, and looked at Ye Fan and replied enthusiastically:
"I came here today to explain what happened last night. It was all the troubles of Grandma Ming and the others. I have punished them severely."
"The second is to send three hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum plants to make up for Dr. Ye, and at the same time say sorry to you and the King of Dong."
"Things to say, I heard that Dr. Ye has a great medical skills. I have been unable to sleep recently. I want to ask Dr. Ye to take a look."
I have to say that Zheng Qiankun is smooth and not only makes people unable to escape water, but also makes people invisibly eliminate hostility.
Ye Fan reminded himself to be careful of this smiling tiger, and then smiled and spoke:
"Mr. Zheng, there is no need to explain and apologize. I have not yet decided whether to forgive you."
"After all, I will forgive you casually, so will more people bully me in the future?"
"Besides, it depends on Uncle Dong's meaning."
"He has been tired for a long time and is taking a lunch break. I guess you won't see you today."
Ye Fan didn't even pour tea for Zheng Qiankun, and pushed Polygonum multiflorum back: "Please take these things back by Mr. Zheng."
"Doctor Ye, it is better to resolve enemies than to get married. I really want to shake hands and make peace."
Zheng Qiankun did not get angry or get the things back, but instead laughed:
"You are giving me a lot of opportunities. Why do you say that Mr. Song and I are old friends too?"
"Or do you think I am not sincere enough, and you just need to write it off?"
He had a bright look and a sincere face, and he put himself in a humble manner.
"You'd better find Uncle Dong tomorrow. He has the final say in this matter."
Ye Fan sat upright slightly: "But if Mr. Zheng wants to see a doctor, I can make the decision."
Although Zheng Qiankun was eager to see Ye Zhendong, he could see that Ye Fan was going to make things difficult, so he no longer insisted on solving the problem today.
He sat down at Ye Fan and reached out to smile:
"Okay, if you don't talk about those things today, just take a look at my illness."
His medical treatment was just a cover. His health check-up was very good every six months, but Ye Fan wanted to show his medical skills, so Zheng Qiankun didn't mind giving this face.
Ye Fan reached out to take Zheng Qiankun's pulse.
"Mr. Zheng has been unable to sleep recently, but the weak fire has increased and he has too many worries. Three doses of calming the mind can solve it."
"But what is fatal to Mr. Zheng is that you once had a knife in the abdomen. The wound was caused by a triangular military stabbing, and the tendons and veins were severely damaged."
"Although the wound is scarred, it has never been able to heal completely."
"The wounds under the skin have been torn and torn and tied over the years."
"I used to be young, my body could withstand it and recover quickly. Now I am old, and the roots of the wound will be cut off if I can't cure it..."