Regarding Zheng Zhiliang's rules, He Chengyan and the others didn't think there was much wrong with him. After all, it would be good to have him.
He Chengyan led Zheng Zhiliang into his and Mo Jing's bedroom.
Zheng Zhiliang sat on the bench beside the bed and checked Mo Jing's pulse.
After about ten minutes, he got up, took out a bottle of pills from the medicine box, and handed them to He Chengyan.
"Take it with warm water after meals. Take one pill with each meal three times a day for three days. After three days, pick me up at my house at six o'clock in the morning to diagnose the patient's pulse. Farewell."
He Rongye wanted to ask a few more questions, but He Chengyan stopped him.
Since you have chosen Zheng Zhiliang to treat grandma, you must trust him.
He Rongye thought that it would be right not to talk too much and pay for the consultation, right?
As a result, he was rejected by Zheng Zhiliang.
He Chengyan carried the medicine box for Zheng Zhiliang, walked him out, asked him to get in the car, and then drove him home.
Xie Yu stayed to accompany Rongye and Mo Jing.
He Rongye was a little helpless, "Thank you, boy, why do you think this old Chinese doctor Zheng has such a personality? Why doesn't he even ask for consultation fees?"
Xie Yu explained with a smile, "Old Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor Zheng is telling us that his consultation fee is priceless. From now on, Chengyan and I will inquire about his hobbies and then give him some gifts according to what he likes. I think he will accept them."
Down."
"That's all it can do."
More than twenty minutes later, He Chengyan returned home.
He Rongye stepped forward and asked, "Chengyan, did Mr. Zheng, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, say anything when you sent him home?"
He Chengyan responded, "I didn't say anything. He fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. When he arrived at the door of his house, he woke up immediately. This old man is interesting. Grandpa, did you give my grandma the pills?"
"After eating, take it with warm water."
"That's good. I want to thank Xie Yu for being able to invite Zheng Zhiliang today. Grandpa, I'll treat him to roast duck."
"Go ahead."
"By the way, Dali got the certificate from Mu Lan today."
Hearing this, He Rongye's eyes were filled with tears, "Just get the certificate! When will the wedding banquet be held?"
"On the twentieth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, there is still more than a month left."
"Alas! Looking at your grandma's situation, I can't participate. There must be some regrets in life, otherwise what is life? Chengyan, you and Xie Xiaozi go out to eat."
"good."
He Chengyan and Xie Yu left.
He Rongye walked up to Mo Qing and said, "Jing, our youngest son and Xiaolan have received their certificates. We are having a wedding on the twentieth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar. If you feel better, we can go to the wedding banquet, okay?"
Mo Jing blinked as a response.
Although she couldn't move, she could hear and knew that the person who was treating her was Zheng Zhiliang. Zheng Zhiliang was willing to prescribe medicine and treatment, which meant that she could still be saved.
She can't give up.
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At around seven o'clock the next morning, Chen Nianlai and Jiang Kun were sent to the inpatient department of the hospital.
Chen Nianlai and Jiang Kun stayed at home last night, and they had to rush back early this morning to get intravenous injections.
Dali borrowed a tricycle. Chen Nianlai and Jiang Kun each brought a horse and sat in the tricycle bucket.
Ten minutes later, Dali had just placed Chen Nianlai and Jiang Kun in the hospital ward and was about to leave when he saw an annoying figure.
Jiang Dalcong was standing in the corridor looking over here.
I originally wanted to wait until Dali left before entering the ward to see my eldest son, but I didn't expect to be discovered by Dali.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Dali, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just miss my eldest son. Come and see him."
Just when Dali was about to drive him away, Jiang Kun's voice came, "Dali, let my father come in."
Jiang Dalcong walked into the ward empty-handed, "Dakun, Dakun's wife, I didn't bring you anything, so don't blame me. Your mother didn't give me money just because I said a few nice words to you.
I was ostracized everywhere at home. Even good food and rice were not given to me.
Just thinking about those two days in the hospital, you fed me steamed buns every day, and before leaving the hospital, you even asked me to bring a big bag of steamed buns. I was so touched! Your brother is not as good as you at all! Now I know who treats me well and who
You're not being nice to me, I came here to see you, and I wanted to ask you when you will be discharged from the hospital."
Come on, come on. After talking a lot, Jiang Kun still didn't understand the purpose of his father's visit.
"Dad, Nianlai will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I will be discharged in a week."
Jiang Dalcong rubbed his clothes with both hands, "That's it. Where will you live after you are discharged from the hospital? Are you still going home? I want you to go home and support me."
Jiang Kun sighed, "Dad, I will never go back to that home. After I am discharged from the hospital, I..."
I was about to say I would stay over there from Xinxin’s shop, but I was afraid of causing trouble for Xinxin.
So he changed his mind and said, "I don't know. Dad, can you help me find a place?"
Jiang Dalcong looked embarrassed, "With my temper, I can't help you find a house."
Seeing that Jiang Kun could handle Jiang Dacong, Dali didn't stop and turned around to leave.
Chen Nianlai, who had never spoken, said deliberately, "I don't know where I will go when I am discharged from the hospital tomorrow. It seems I can only go back to my parents' home."
Jiang Dacong said with a smile, "Nianlai, if you don't want to go back to your parents' house, you can go back to our Jiang family. Both your and Dakun's rooms are empty."
Chen Nianlai sneered, "I don't dare to live here."
Jiang Dalcong echoed, "Then go back to your parents' home. After Dakun is discharged from the hospital, he will also live in your parents' home. When you two are rich, you can build a house and move out."
The arrangements are pretty good, but they don't put much effort into it.
Chen Nianlai had been deeply disappointed with this father-in-law for a long time. He was tired of hearing her talk, so he lay on the hospital bed with his back to Jiang Dalcong and stopped talking.
Jiang Dacong was not angry. Instead, he sat in front of Jiang Kun's bed and said, "Dakun, how many days can I take care of you here? I don't dare to stay at home anymore."
Jiang Kun looked puzzled, "Isn't my mother very kind to you? Just because you said a few words to my family, she won't give you food?"
"Give me food too. The food I eat is bran-laden woofou, which is spicy to my throat. Your brother even beat me. Look at how swollen my arms are."
Only then did Jiang Kun realize that Jiang Dacong's entire right arm was swollen.
"Is this really what Jiang Yuan gave you?"
"yes!"
"Why did he hit you?"
"I secretly ate his wife's ribs."
"I can't beat you even if I steal food! Look how well you can support your son! In the past, my mother did whatever she said, and you didn't care about anything else. Now it's better. Your little son has been raised crookedly, and he still dares to beat you!"
Jiang Kun was extremely angry. It was true that his father was not good to him, but he had never thought of beating his father. That kid Jiang Yuan actually hit his father directly. It was nothing.
Jiang Dalcong wiped away his tears and said, "I regret it now, but it's too late. I don't dare to go back. Da Kun, just let me take care of you here. I'm afraid that he will beat me after I go back."
Jiang Kun said to Chen Nianlai, "Nianlai, what do you think?"
Chen Nianlai turned around and faced Jiang Kun face to face, "You can do whatever you want. Anyway, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
Once Jiang Dacong agrees to take care of Jiang Kun here, he will have to take care of Jiang Dacong's three meals a day.
Jiang Kun touched his pocket, but there was not a penny.
"Nianlai, can you leave some money for me when you are discharged from the hospital?"
Chen Nianlai snorted coldly, "Have you forgotten what Xinxin said?"