After Chu Yunxiao left the office with Zhang Yang's prescription satisfied, Zhong Ningning walked in holding a stack of documents.
Although Zhang Yang handed over the power of hospital management to her, Zhong Ningning knew her identity very well and would report to Zhang Yang on time even after handling the matter.
Originally, Zhang Yang thought there was no need for this at all. Since he chose to let Zhong Ningning be responsible for managing the Fuyi Sect, he would not hesitate to employ people and fully trust her ability and loyalty.
Because only in this way can he devote himself wholeheartedly to the work of treating patients and bring the gospel to more patients.
When Zhang Yang read through all the documents at a glance and signed them, Zhong Ningning handed him a big red invitation letter in a folder.
Staring at the signature below the invitation, a helpless smile appeared on Zhang Yang's lips.
It turns out that this is a picture of a special medical delivery activity organized by the Southeast Medical Association in response to the call of the Chinese government.
This time we selected a rather backward village deep in Shiwanda Mountain, which is said to be an old revolutionary area.
The transportation here is inconvenient, so it is extremely underdeveloped and is the most poor and backward area.
Some places even have no electricity yet, as if they were in rural China in the 1970s and 1980s.
Although Fuyimen is a private hospital, recent extensive reports from major media have given it a high reputation.
The Southeast Medical Association is not a government organization, so not only does it not mind the joining of private hospital leaders, it is also eager to use this opportunity to connect with Zhang Yang, a rising star in the medical field.
Zhang Yang briefly asked about the target area and time of the event, and immediately agreed.
Not only that, Zhang Yang also expressed his willingness to undertake medical tasks in the most remote mountainous areas.
Zhang Yang made the decision and immediately asked Zhong Ningning to draw up a list.
After receiving the order, the latter left happily.
Seeing Zhong Ningning's disappearing back, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Of course he knew why Zhong Ningning seemed so excited.
Every time Xiao Nizi sees herself, her heart beats faster and her breathing becomes rapid. It is obvious that she secretly likes herself.
Needless to say, she will definitely participate in this activity of sending medicine to the countryside.
On the other hand, I had to spend some time with her, and it was probably a time of pain and happiness.
The only advantage is probably that Xiao Nizi will specifically filter out those crazy bees and butterflies when selecting personnel, which will finally save her a lot of worry.
Otherwise, this trip to the mountains may completely change its flavor.
If you want him to face those pretty nurses in the hospital who have evil thoughts about him every day and who are constantly creating opportunities to offer themselves pillow seats, then you still have time to complete this medical mission!
However, before Zhang Yang went to participate in this medical event, there was one more thing he had to do.
Meng Qiaoer's uncle, Meng Hanyu's father, insisted on coming from Beidu to meet Zhang Yang, the little miracle doctor who saved his son's life, and to personally thank him for his righteous deed that day.
Because Meng Qiaoer personally called to make the appointment, Zhang Yang couldn't postpone it, so he made the appointment that afternoon.
For some reason, the meeting place happened to be the San Carlo Hotel where I met Grandpa Lu Mengxuan last time.
Originally, Zhang Yang thought it was just a coincidence.
However, when Lu Mengxuan and Meng Qiaoer appeared outside the door waiting for them, Zhang Yang felt that they must be hiding something from him.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Yang looked at the two girls who looked like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.
That's all for Meng Qiaoer. Lu Mengxuan, who didn't like makeup at first, also put on makeup carefully.
Originally, Lu Mengxuan was enough to attract the attention of passers-by, but now with Meng Qiaoer in the mix, it was even more difficult to look away.
Fortunately, the makeup skills that Meng Qiaoer learned from Zhang Yang were not satisfactory, but they did not attract onlookers.
Otherwise, once those crazy fans know that she is waiting for Zhang Yang at the door of the hotel, I am afraid that she will be the one making the headlines tomorrow.
"What, are you surprised?"
Zhang Yang smiled and just stared at them, hoping that they would give him the answer he wanted.
The two women looked at each other, and then made a move that stunned the onlookers, holding Zhang Yang's arms one from the left and the other from the right.
"What kind of trouble are you two making?" Feeling the warm and fragrant nephrite on the two women's chests, Zhang Yang naturally refused to refuse. With a slight exertion, the two women leaned closer to each other.
Meng Qiaoer gave him a stern look, then smiled and said, "Cousin, I'll do it!"
"Wait a minute, when did you become cousins again?" Zhang Yang stopped, this really surprised him.
Speaking of which, everyone has known each other for such a long time, and the two of them are actually relatives!
This relationship will become even more chaotic in the future.
Seeing Zhang Yang's reaction, Meng Qiaoer laughed out loud: "Hehe, I shouted after Sister Susu."
"You are making me more and more confused." Zhang Yang said with a bitter smile.
"It's very simple," Meng Qiaoer immediately explained, "my sister-in-law is the niece of Aunt Mengxuan."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This world is so small, I didn’t expect the two of them to have such a relationship.
But it's right to think about it. Although the Hu family is not the top wealthy family in China, it has deep roots.
I don’t know how many people are firmly connected by this tie.
Under the guidance of his children, Zhang Yang walked into the luxurious suite where Mr. Hu had previously received him.
The furnishings here have not changed, but apart from Meng Hanyu and his wife, there are several other unfamiliar faces sitting in the room.
The two people sitting on the sofa in the middle chatting in low voices were about twenty-five or six years old. Their eyebrows were somewhat similar to Mr. Hu's, and there was a hint of arrogance in their eyes.
The look in Zhang Yang's eyes showed more suspicion.
The other is a middle-aged man in his early fifties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and quite a scholarly demeanor.
At a glance, he knew that this person must be Meng Hanyu's father, Meng Jianxiong, as the two men's eyebrows were quite similar.
The way he looked at Zhang Yang was obviously different from the first two. In addition to gratitude, there was also a hint of appreciation.
However, the three of them seem to have one thing in common, that is, they have a faint aura of iron and blood in their bodies, and they should be from military backgrounds.
In addition to these three unfamiliar faces, there is also an elegant old man wearing a Tang suit.
This person's beard and hair are white, but his face is ruddy and his breathing is steady. He obviously knows how to take care of himself.
Zhang Yang even felt that this man must have practiced the art of breathing and breathing.
Moreover, Zhang Yang faintly smelled a hint of medicine on him, so he guessed that he might be a Chinese doctor with some skills.
"Are you Zhang Yang, the little genius doctor who established Fuyimen Hospital?"
After Zhang Yang entered the door, without waiting for the two girls to introduce him, the first person to speak was none other than this energetic old man with a somewhat boyish appearance.
"Yes, that boy is Zhang Yang. It's just that he can't be called the old gentleman and the little miracle doctor." Zhang Yang replied respectfully.
Although the old man in front of him was not very clever in his breathing skills, after all, given his age, even if it seemed a bit unreasonable, Zhang Yang didn't care.
Any person like this will inevitably have a weird temperament.
"Yes, I finally know how to be humble." The old man stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.
Although Zhang Yang felt a little unhappy when he heard the old man's arrogant words, he finally could only laugh it off for the sake of Meng Qiaoer and Lu Mengxuan.
He guessed that the person in front of him was probably a great national player.
Although the aura that comes from his bones is somewhat inferior to that of Mr. Hu, it is infinitely stronger than that of Luo Wenhui.
It's just that it's not clear what he means by appearing here.
At this moment, an old man with sinister eyes and gray hair slowly walked out with the support of a girl.
He was wearing the same style of Tang suit as the old man just now, but the former was white, while this man was wearing black.
If the two of them stand together, they look like a pair of black and white.
As soon as this person appeared, Zhang Yang couldn't help but frown.
For no other reason, Zhang Yang felt that this person obviously had a trace of corpse energy!
However, he is indeed still alive.
This situation may exist.
Use secret techniques to forcibly seal the soul into the body, and then use medicine to maintain the body that should have died.
This situation is a bit like the living dead, but with normal thinking.
In other words, this person used secret techniques to seize destiny and survived in a way that went against the laws of nature.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at the old man with white beard and hair again, because except for the color of the beard and hair, the two faces were almost the same.
It seems likely that the two are twin brothers.
"Everyone, I don't know if I can avoid it. I have a few words to ask him." The gray-haired old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it carried a trace of irresistible momentum.
The two young men with arrogant expressions stood up respectfully the moment he appeared, and Zhang Yang could even see a trace of fear in their eyes.
As for Meng Qiaoer's uncle, Meng Jianxiong, although he also stood up, there was no special expression on his face.
But as soon as the gray-haired old man finished speaking, several people filed out without any objection.
Even Lu Mengxuan and Meng Qiaoer seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and left after looking at Zhang Yang.
There is no doubt that they all know this gray-haired old man and have already discussed something.
The white-haired old man, on the other hand, remained still and drank the fragrant tea.
"Young man, who did you learn from?"
The gray-haired old man asked.
Zhang Yang only hesitated slightly, and the pretty girl next to him had already scolded: "Why don't you answer my master's question quickly, who taught you?"
"Little sister, whose disciple am I and what does it have to do with your master and apprentice? Besides, why should I answer you!" Zhang Yang said with a smile.
Originally, Zhang Yang was slightly disgusted by the old man's arrogant words, but because of the reputation of Meng Qiaoer and Lu Mengxuan, he chose to laugh it off and not care about it.
Even if the gray-haired old man used secret skills to change his destiny and force himself to stay in the world, he decided to pretend he didn't see it.
But now, the master and apprentice are so bossy and demanding that he reveal his master's heritage, of course he will not back down.
"Hehe, don't think I can't guess it. Just wait and see!"
Before the girl finished speaking, she turned into a phantom and kicked Zhang Yang in the chest.
This kick is impeccable both in terms of strength and angle. Fortunately, Zhang Yang was prepared in advance, otherwise once the kick is done, it will definitely hurt his muscles and bones. (To be continued)