After Song Yiqing's repeated persuasion, Luo Tiegen decided to imitate Liu Bei's example, visited the thatched cottage three times, and personally asked Zuo Lixin to come out to help him.
He was not very confident in his heart, but fortunately Song Yiqing was by his side.
Song Yiqing prepared various gifts and brought Luo Tiegen to visit.
Zuo Lixin's family lives in an alley that combines urban and suburban areas, where people from all walks of life are mixed together.
The car was driving bumpily on the road, and Luo Tiegen looked outside through the car window, seeing dilapidated houses, muddy roads, and bits and pieces of stench.
He had never been to a place like this before, and the first time he came here left a very bad impression.
"Auntie, are you sure Zuo Lixin lives here?"
Song Yiqing nodded. She found Zuo Lixin's address from the company's information, and there was usually nothing wrong with it.
The further they walked, the more nervous Luo Tiegen became, until there was no way ahead.
The driver stopped the car and looked at the house number on the roadside: "Miss, Master, we are here! No. 32 Dongsi Hutong."
"Okay. Bring down all the gifts."
Song Yiqing got out of the car and stepped on the clean ground with her feet, surrounded by overgrown weeds and filth covered by the weeds.
The gate surrounded by wooden fence allows you to see the scene inside from the outside.
The yard was kept neat and tidy, but the house was in a dilapidated state, as if it could be blown down by the wind at any time.
The driver took the lead and knocked on the door: "Is anyone home?"
After shouting several times in succession, Zuo Lixin finally came out of the room.
His voice was low, with a unique male charm: "Who are you looking for?"
"Is this Zuo Lixin's home?"
"I am Zuo Lixin."
While talking, Zuo Lixin came to the door and opened it.
When he saw Song Yiqing and Luo Tiegen, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
His eyes were constantly looking at the three people in front of him. They were holding large and small packages in their hands, and they didn't look like they were here to cause trouble.
"What are you two doing here?"
Song Yiqing glanced into the depths of the yard and said with a smile: "I don't know if it's convenient, can we go in and talk?"
It's really not polite to let guests stand and talk outside.
But there was a trace of embarrassment on Zuo Lixin's face. After hesitating for a moment, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.
The furnishings in the room are as clean as the yard. There is a wooden bed, a table, two chairs, a wardrobe, and no other furnishings.
There are not many things, but it is clean and tidy.
Song Yiqing also noticed that the old woman lying on the bed had shortness of breath and coughed from time to time. She was obviously seriously ill.
Zuo Lixin coughed and said without further explanation: "I wonder what brings you here?"
His attitude was as cold as ever, his words were devoid of any warmth, and he kept people away from him thousands of miles away.
Song Yiqing expressed her intention calmly and generously: "You have left the Luo family since Luo Cheng's accident. I know you are a talent, so I would like to ask you to return to the Luo family, help us, and become Tie Gen's helper."
Zuo Lixin thought of many reasons, but this was the only one that he didn't think of.
Looking at the child with no hair in front of him, he dismissed it.
"I will not go back to Luo's house again."
"Don't refuse in a hurry. I can give you time to think about it slowly. I'm sorry about Luo Cheng. It's not something I can decide. Maybe if I really can decide, I will make the same choice."
Zuo Lixin did not expect that she would be so frank and he could understand, but he could not forgive.
Luo Cheng was regarded as his master. He was both prosperous and devastated.
It's not like he died in prison. To join Song Yiqing at this time would be tantamount to betrayal, and he couldn't do it.
"I don't need to think about this matter. If it's for this matter, just go back."
Song Yiqing continued to use her sharp tongue and persuaded: "I know your concerns. As long as you agree to help Tie Gen, I can make Luo Cheng live more comfortably in there. But it is impossible to think of it.
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Many affairs of the Luo family have not yet been sorted out, and she does not want to add another hidden danger at this juncture.
Zuo Lixin was silent, he knew it would not be easy for Luo Cheng to come out, but he would not stay in there forever, he could wait.
Wait for him to come out and accompany him to make a comeback.
If Song Yiqing knew about his sincerity, she would be moved to tears.
Seeing his relaxed expression, she struck while the iron was hot: "Although I am now in charge of all the affairs of the Luo family, I am an outsider after all. These properties will be handed over to Tie Gen sooner or later. If you can stay with Tie Gen, we will not
I've treated you badly."
Whether it's money or material things, what he can get is far more than what he can get now.
If he was really interested in power and wealth, he would not have to live such a miserable life long ago.
He has a belief that he sticks to and doesn't want to break it easily.
"Miss Song, there is no need to say more. Please come back."
Zuo Lixin said goodbye to the guests without hesitation, picked up the things they brought, and prepared to drive them away.
Song Yiqing stopped him in advance: "These are all good supplements. I advise you to stay. Even if you don't need them, the guy on the bed needs them too."
He followed her gaze to look at the pale woman on the bed, with an undercurrent surging in his heart, and the hand holding the thing gradually dropped.
He cared so much about the woman on the bed, Song Yiqing seemed to have found a breakthrough in the matter.
"I can see that her breathing is uneven, she coughs from time to time, and her face is haggard and pale. I'm afraid it's a lung disease."
Before she could see, smell or ask anything, she explained her symptoms clearly.
Zuo Lixin's eyes widened: "What can you do?"
He knew that Song Yiqing was a doctor, but the hospitals in the provincial capital said that his mother could not be saved. Could Song Yiqing really be able to save her?
He couldn't believe it but felt a glimmer of hope.
Song Yiqing did not agree easily, but walked into the woman's side and took her pulse.
She looked solemn: "Do you have paper and pen?"
Zuo Lixin rummaged through the box and finally found the yellowed manuscript paper and a pencil.
Song Yiqing concentrated on writing a string of drug names on the paper, and the quiet sound of a needle dropping could be heard in the room.
No one bothered her, and Zuo Lixin felt anxious and uneasy.
After writing the last word, Song Yiqing checked it over and handed the paper to him with satisfaction.
"Her condition is very serious and she cannot delay for a moment. If she takes the medicine according to this prescription, she will be better within three days. Do not take the previous medicine as it will damage the body and be bad for her."
Song Yiqing explained clearly how to decoct and take the medicine.
Zuo Lixin felt like his feet were stepping on cotton and couldn't believe that all of this was true.
His mother had obviously been sentenced to death by the hospital, but Song Yiqing said she could still be saved...