Ye Fan didn't know about Zheng Qiankun's plan. After taking Ye Zhendong back to Jinzhilin, he told Heizi and the others to pay more attention.
Then he found a room for Ye Zhendong to settle down.
Ye Fan originally wanted to send him back to the nursing home, but Ye Zhendong said he wanted to borrow a night in Jin Zhilin.
Ye Fan didn't waste any time and simply took him in.
Early 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 that Ye Zhendong had stood up and was sweeping the yard with a broom.
He was dressed in gray clothes, wearing gloves, and meticulously cleaned every corner, as simple and ordinary as a street cleaner.
"Uncle Dong, what are you doing?"
Ye Fan was first surprised by his restrained edge, and then ran over and held 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, you still need to recuperate, so it's not suitable for you to work."
Ye Fan advised him: "Go to the hall to rest, drink a cup of tea, and have breakfast together later."
"I have been sitting in a wheelchair for twenty years, and I don't want to be idle anymore."
Ye Zhendong made a pun and said with a smile: "Besides, you saved me, so it's normal for me to sweep the floor."
"Uncle Dong, you are out of sight now. It doesn't matter whether you can save me or not, but you and I still have to be so polite."
There was no doubt that Ye Fan wanted to seize the broom: "And you have helped me several times. You really can't do this job."
"Ye Fan, I want to discuss something with you."
Ye Zhendong held Ye Fan's hand, with a gentle look in his eyes: "I want to stay in Jin Zhilin."
"This is not because I want to repay your life-saving grace, but I am too lonely in the nursing home alone."
"I feel that I am very close to you. I want to be your companion and live a few ordinary but happy days with you."
"See if there is anything suitable for me to do."
"If I can't help in the front yard, I can sweep the floor and look after the door."
"Don't worry, I don't want a salary. I just need food and housing."
Ye Zhendong looked at Ye Fan sincerely: "In short, Uncle Dong is planning to stay here for a year and a half."
Ye Zhendong wants to stay in Jinzhilin to work as a handyman?
Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.
This is King Ye Tangdong. Although he does not know Ye Zhendong's past in detail, he can judge from the latter's two actions that he is a first-class big shot.
Ye Zhendong looked at the stunned Ye Fan and smiled: "What, you're not welcome?"
"No, no, it's not."
Ye Fan waved his hands repeatedly: "I just think it's inappropriate. Uncle Dong is considered a big shot, and he condescends to Jin Zhilin..."
Ye Zhendong interrupted Ye Fan:
"I've been away from the world for 20 years, but I'm still a big shot, and I just like to be a little more plain now."
"Just say you are welcome or not."
He also deliberately kept a serious face: "Are you worried that I will cause trouble for you? If so, I will leave later."
"Where, Uncle Dong stays here, I can't ask for more."
Ye Fan stopped talking nonsense, 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 heavily...
After breakfast, Ye Fan introduced Ye Zhendong to Sun Bufan and the others, and arranged for him to be responsible for helping to get medicine from the medicine cabinet.
Ye Zhendong is a person who survived a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He has treated his own wounds and saved others countless times, and has a considerable foundation in medical skills.
In less than half a day, he got started and worked very enthusiastically.
When Ye Fan saw him integrating into the Jin Zhilin collective, his original uneasiness gradually eased, and he was happy to have picked up a treasure.
"Woo——"
It was approaching three o'clock in the afternoon, and Ye Fan saw that there were not many patients, so he left it to Zhuo Fengya and the others. He picked up the book and prepared for the Huatuo Cup competition three days later.
At this moment, an Audi drove over, the door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a woolen coat came out.
He carried a gift box and walked into the hospital with a warm smile on his face.
Ye Fan looked up and was stunned: Zheng Qiankun.
"Dr. Ye, good afternoon. I'm doing the consultation in person. It's true that a doctor is like a parent."
Zheng Qiankun smiled at Ye Fan, as cordial as his neighbor's uncle, and even put the gift box up:
"This is my first visit. I would like to ask Dr. Ye to accept my kindness."
Through the transparent box, you can clearly see several Polygonum multiflorum plants, which are not old and are in excellent condition.
If Ye Fan's mind hadn't cleared up the scene of Granny Ming surrounding him and killing him, as well as the conflict between the two parties at the Nanling Hotel, he would have been confused by Zheng Qiankun.
"Mr. Zheng, we don't seem to know each other very well."
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and said directly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me. Your and my time are precious, there is no need to talk in circles."
"Dr. Ye is just happy."
Zheng Qiankun stopped chatting and looked at Ye Fan and replied enthusiastically:
"I came here today to explain what happened last night. It was all caused by Granny Ming and the others. I have already punished them severely."
"The second is to send three hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum plants to make amends to Dr. Ye, and to say sorry to you and Dongwang at the same time."
"Third, I heard that Dr. Ye has excellent medical skills. I have been having trouble sleeping recently. I would like to ask Dr. Ye to take a look."
It has to be said that Zheng Qiankun's smoothness is not only watertight, but also makes it easier for people to eliminate hostility invisibly.
Ye Fan reminded himself to be careful about this smiling tiger, then he smiled and said:
"Mr. Zheng, there is no need to explain or apologize. I haven't decided whether to forgive you or not."
"After all, if I forgive you casually, wouldn't more people bully me in the future?"
"Besides, it also depends on Uncle Dong's wishes."
"He has been tired for a long time and is taking a lunch break. I guess you won't be able to see him today."
Ye Fan didn't even pour tea for Zheng Qiankun, but pushed Polygonum multiflorum back: "Please take these things back, Mr. Zheng."
"Dr. Ye, it's better to reconcile enemies than to make enemies. I sincerely want to shake hands and make peace."
Zheng Qiankun did not get angry, nor did he take back the things. Instead, he laughed loudly:
"Your Majesty, please give me a chance. After all, Mr. Song and I are also old friends."
"Or if you think I'm not sincere enough, just ask, but what do you need to do to cancel it out?"
His eyes were bright, his face full of sincerity, and he put himself in a very humble position.
"You'd better talk to Uncle Dong tomorrow. He has the final say on this matter."
Ye Fan sat up 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 matter today.
He sat down next to Ye Fan, stretched out his hand and smiled:
"Okay, let's not talk about those things today. Let's just take a look at my illness."
His visit to the doctor was just a pretense. His health was checked every six months and he was in good condition. But Ye Fan wanted to show off his medical skills, and Zheng Qiankun didn't mind giving him face.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand to feel Zheng Qiankun's pulse.
"Mr. Zheng has been unable to sleep recently. It's just because the deficiency fire has increased and he has too many worries. Three doses of tranquilizer can solve it."
"But what's fatal to Mr. Zheng is that you have been stabbed in the abdomen. The wound was caused by a three-edged military thorn, and the muscles and veins were severely damaged."
"Although the wound scarred, it never fully healed."
"The wounds under the skin have been closed and torn, torn and closed over the years."
"I used to be young, my body could handle it, and I could recover quickly. Now that I'm old, no matter how hard the root cause of the wound is left untreated..."
"On this day next year, grass will grow on your grave."
