According to the normal timetable, the train should arrive in Chang'an at 11:45 in the morning. Due to the delay due to heavy snow, it departed after one o'clock. It arrived in Yanjing late again, already at four in the morning.
The train stopped at Yanjing Station, and a group of people started to pack their luggage and get off. The middle-aged man thanked Lin Yuan and said that he had time to treat Lin Yuan to dinner. Lin Yuan just smiled and nodded, took his own salutes, and stepped forward to say to the old man.
: "Old man, let me help you carry your luggage while you hold the child."
Originally, Lin Yuan planned to help the old man hold the child, but considering that the old man might be worried, he did not say anything. After all, he was about to leave the station now. The old man could not let a stranger hold his grandson, in case the child was taken away.
Well, there really is no place to cry.
The old man looked at Lin Yuan and felt that there was nothing valuable in his salute, so he nodded. Lin Yuan then held his suitcase in one hand and the old man's bag in the other. The old man walked in front with his child in his arms, and Lin Yuan followed
behind.
A group of people got off the bus. As soon as they got off the bus, the old man saw a middle-aged couple standing not far from the platform. He smiled and said to Lin Yuan: "Thank you, young man. The parents of the child are over there."
Lin Yuan understood what the old man meant, put down the salute, hesitated for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over, saying: "This is the recipe I asked for. You keep holding it, maybe you will need it."
Without waiting for the old man to speak, he stuffed the prescription into the old man's arms, then pulled him and bowed and walked away not far away.
The old man opened his mouth and saw Lin Yuan walking neatly, so he installed the prescription and at the same time calmed down his suspicions.
"dad!"
As soon as Lin Yuan left, a middle-aged couple not far away found the old man in the crowd and walked towards him. The middle-aged man was the old man's son. He was in his forties, fair and fair, wearing glasses, and looked
Like a scholar, the woman is in her early forties, well-maintained, looks very elegant and beautiful.
"Dad, what's wrong with Asahi? Why is he so thin?" The woman hurriedly took the child from the old man's arms and felt very distressed when she saw how thin the child was.
"Confucian classics, Xiaofei, old man, I can't help you. I didn't take good care of Xuzi. I..." the old man said with some shame. He was a little better when facing his son, especially when facing his daughter-in-law.
, he didn’t even know how to explain it.
"Dad, don't blame yourself. I don't blame you for this kind of thing. Let's go back first. I have already contacted the hospital. It is the best children's hospital in Yanjing." Kang Jingxue comforted his old father.
"Dad, Jingxue is right, don't blame yourself too much." Kang Jingxue's wife Lin Fei also consoled her. Although she felt sorry for her son, she was relatively sensible and not like some unreasonable complainers.
Women, they always blame this and that.
On the other side, Lin Yuan pulled his suitcase and walked along the platform while watching. He knew that with Song Xiaomeng's ability, he would naturally come to the platform.
"Lin Yuan!"
Lin Yuan was looking for it when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. He quickly turned around and saw that it was Song Xiaomeng. Song Xiaomeng rubbed her hands and stamped her feet and said, "Why are you so late? It's freezing to death in the middle of the night."
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"You won't come here at twelve o'clock, right?" Lin Yuan asked.
"I checked the train schedule. This train arrived at one o'clock, but I arrived at half past one." Song Xiaomeng hummed, "How did you buy the ticket without changing the time?"
"It's Spring Festival now, madam. It's hard to buy tickets." Lin Yuan said with a smile.
"Let's go. The car is right outside. Do you want me to help you carry your luggage?" Song Xiaomeng snorted and said while rubbing her hands and walking in front.
"How dare I ask Miss Song to help me carry my luggage." Lin Yuan smiled and followed Song Xiaomeng. The two of them left the station. Song Xiaomeng's car was not far away. Song Xiaomeng looked first after getting in the car.
Heating, then asked: "Where do you live?"
"The Jiangzhou Provincial Office in Beijing has been contacted," Lin Yuan said.
"You're doing well, you're living in the Beijing Consulate." Song Xiaomeng teased, and then started the car. It has also snowed in Yanjing these two days, but the snow is not as heavy as in Chang'an. Song Xiaomeng's car
It was not a fast drive, but there was no traffic jam at this time. In about thirty minutes, the car arrived at the gate of the Beijing Office.
Lin Yuan and Song Xiaomeng went in with their luggage. A middle-aged man who was napping on the sofa in the lobby of the Beijing Office hurriedly stood up when he heard the noise.
"Dr. Lin, you are here. I thought you had gone to another place and was planning to call you."
"Director He, you are so polite, I asked you to wait so late." Lin Yuan said with a smile.
"It should, it should." He Xiaotian said with a smile. As he spoke, he looked at Song Xiaomeng intentionally or unintentionally. Suddenly his face changed slightly and he exclaimed: "You...you are
Miss Song?"
He Xiaotian is the director of the Jiangzhou Provincial Office in Beijing. Although he is in Yanjing all year round, he is still very concerned about the trends in Jiangzhou Province. The governor of Jiangzhou Province is Song Fangcheng. Song Xiaomeng has been in Jiangzhou in the second half of last year.
, He Xiaotian had also heard people talk about it, and had seen Song Xiaomeng's photo, but he didn't recognize it just now.
"This is Miss Song Xiaomeng." Lin Yuan introduced to He Xiaotian with a smile, and at the same time said to Song Xiaomeng: "This is Director He Xiaotian of the Beijing Office."
In front of outsiders, Song Xiaomeng still gave Lin Yuan face. She smiled and nodded to He Xiaotian: "Hello, Director He."
"Miss Song, you're welcome. Just call me Lao He." He Xiaotian smiled hurriedly and said, "Oh my God, this Miss Song is the niece of Governor Song. It's so late. Lin Yuan and Song Xiaomeng came here together.
It seems that Song Xiaomeng personally picked up Lin Yuan at the station...
Thinking of this, He Xiaotian just felt that his brain was a little exhausted. Lin Yuan allowed Governor Song's niece to go to the airport to pick someone up in the middle of the night. What does that have to do with Governor Song?
As he thought about it, He Xiaotian began to get excited. He had been very polite to Lin Yuan from the beginning. If Lin Yuan was really related to the Song family, then he would be right to fawn over Lin Yuan.
He Xiaotian's mind was racing, and he acted more and more cordially. He personally took Lin Yuan and Song Xiaomeng to the room upstairs. The room was a well-decorated suite, and it was neatly tidied up. He Xiaotian took the initiative after entering the door.
Come forward and boil water.
"Director He, don't bother." Lin Yuan said hurriedly.
"You should, you should. You just got off the car and it's cold outside. Drink some hot tea first. I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you." He Xiaotian said with a smile.
Seeing He Xiaotian's attentiveness, Lin Yuan stopped saying that sometimes it would be bad if you refuse too much when others are attentive. Lin Yuan also knew what He Xiaotian wanted. Even if he couldn't help with some things, He Xiaotian didn't dare to blame him.
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He Xiaotian personally poured tea for Lin Yuan and Song Xiaomeng, and then went out to urge the kitchen to help Lin Yuan and Song Xiaomeng prepare breakfast.
There was a heater inside the Liaison Office in Beijing, and it was very warm. Song Xiaomeng took off her coat at this time, sat on the sofa wearing a senior sweater, and turned on the TV with the remote control: "I stayed up all night to wait for you, and I stayed up until dawn.
Go back to sleep."
"If you get tired, you can go in and take a nap. I was sitting on a sleeper berth. I slept for a while in the first half of the night and I'm not very sleepy." Lin Yuan said with a smile.
"Forget it, it's almost dawn." Song Xiaomeng shook her head and asked, "By the way, how long will you stay in Yanjing this time?"
"It should last for a month." Lin Yuandao said that according to what Peng Changchun and Xie Zhikun said, this training will last for a month.
"It has been getting warmer in Yanjing for over a month now," Song Xiaomeng said.
"Yes, it's already the beginning of spring, but unexpectedly it snowed heavily. It's been more than January since the spring flowers bloomed in Yanjing." Lin Yuan nodded and asked: "By the way, how is Nannan doing now?"
"I went to Yanjing Hospital two days ago. Nan Nan is recovering well. Director Ren said that she will be discharged from the hospital in one month. After returning, she will slowly recover in more than half a year," Song Xiaomeng said.
"That's good." Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although he also talked to Wang Zhanjun on the phone when he returned to Jiangzhong, the credibility of what Wang Zhanjun and Song Xiaomeng said was different after all. Wang Zhanjun was definitely reporting good news to Lin Yuan but not bad news, unless
Nannan's situation is too bad.
While Lin Yuan and Song Xiaomeng were talking, He Xiaotian personally brought breakfast, two bowls of porridge, a few side dishes, steamed buns and steamed buns. It only took more than half an hour in the morning, so He Xiaotian was quite fast.
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After breakfast, the sky outside gradually began to lighten up. Song Xiaomeng stayed up almost all night, yawning repeatedly. Lin Yuan persuaded Song Xiaomeng to go back and rest. After several attempts, Song Xiaomeng left.
After Song Xiaomeng left, Lin Yuan also entered the bedroom and lay down and fell asleep. He was sleeping soundly when a phone rang, which disturbed Xing Lin. Lin Yuan looked at the time and it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.
The call was from Cen Yinsheng. Lin Yuan picked up the call and said with a smile: "Hello, Dr. Cen."
"Dr. Lin, it's snowing heavily in Yanjing. The plane may not be able to fly. Have you set off?"
"We have already arrived in Yanjing. We arrived in the early morning and just woke up."
"We're already here, that's good. I'll treat you tonight and give you a welcome break." Cen Yinsheng said with a smile.
When Lin Yuan and Cen Yinsheng were on the phone, many experts gathered together in a ward of Yanjing Children's Hospital. The old man Lin Yuan met on the train and the old man's son and daughter-in-law were all there.
The little boy is lying on the hospital bed and receiving an infusion.
A group of people walked out of the ward. One of the doctors, who was in his fifties, said to the old man very politely: "Mr. Kang, judging from the various examination results, there is nothing abnormal. I think the child is caused by psychological or mental factors.
Difficulty eating.”
"Director Gao, what are eating difficulties caused by psychological factors or mental factors? If you can't find the reason, don't just talk about neurosis." Kang Jingxue interrupted rudely.
"Professor Kang, we..." Director Gao opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain. The old man's identity is not simple. He is a well-known economics authority in the country and is qualified to meet with the Prime Minister. Now, although
Even though he has retired, it is not something he can offend. The old man’s son is a professor at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, so he is also easy to offend.
Kang Changqing frowned and said nothing, and it was mental. Several hospitals in Chang'an gave him this result. Kang Changqing is also an intellectual, so he naturally knows what neurosis is. Western medicine can't find the cause of many diseases, so they will say neurosis.
, spirituality, nothing more than means that there is nothing abnormal about the body, it is caused by psychological factors or mental factors...