Fang Zheng nodded slightly and ignored this rough man.
Song Xianhe was much more elegant than the third child. He asked with a bit of respect and humility: "President Fangzheng, what's my father's illness?"
Fang Zheng did not speak, but walked over and observed the old man's appearance carefully. He was an old man with an extremely kind face. The old man had white hair, sallow skin, and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be in a coma, but his brows were furrowed, so he should still be conscious.
Although the old man is very thin, he is very clean and does not have any peculiar smell on his body. This is obviously the result of frequent bathing. His personal hygiene must be taken care of by a diligent person.
Looking at the nurse next to him, Fang Zheng knew clearly that these three brothers were quite rich.
However, Fang Zheng was very puzzled. The three brothers didn't look much alike. Song Xianhe was a handsome middle-aged man who looked a bit calm at first glance. He had quite the temperament of a veteran cadre. If Fang Zheng hadn't been able to tell him at a glance,
Considering the black evil aura on his body, just by looking at his appearance, it is really easy to think that he is a decent person.
The second child has a flat head and a square face, but his facial features are a bit lower and looks a bit uncoordinated. There is also something wrong with his mouth. With his square eyesight, it can be seen at a glance that he should have had a harelip before, but later he had a different one.
What kind of surgery was done, but there were still some sequelae.
The second child's eyes are small but sharp, just like a guard, always maintaining a sense of alertness.
The third child is tall and tall, with a bald head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, and ears like two big fans that catch the wind. His arms are thick and his palms are wide. At first glance, he looks like a tough man.
In short, the three brothers went there and said they were brothers, but just looking at their appearance, there was no similarity at all. Fang Zheng seriously doubted that the three of them were not real brothers. But what really puzzled Fang Zheng was that these three brothers looked like the old man.
It doesn't seem to have anything to do with it.
Because the old man has a long and narrow face, his facial features are different from those of the three brothers.
At this moment, Fang Zheng was confused. What on earth is going on?
These doubts flashed through my mind...
At this time, the second oldest brother was a little dissatisfied when he saw that Fang Zheng did not reply to the elder Song Xianhe's words, but he did not stir up trouble. Instead, he repeated: "President Fang Zheng, can you cure my father's illness?"
Fang Zheng casually felt the old man's pulse and then said: "A poor monk can cure a vegetative coma caused by a violent impact."
Hearing this, Song Xianhe was obviously a little excited. The second child grinned. The third child touched his bald head and did not hide it. He laughed and said: "Haha, dad is finally saved. What a shame for his grandma."
It’s easy!”
After scolding him, Fang Zheng gave him a solemn look. The bald man immediately moved his hand from his head to his mouth, covering it tightly, his eyes widened like bells, and he didn't dare to say a word. Looking at that pitiful look,
Quite cute.
Fang Zheng was a little dumbfounded when he saw this, but he had to admit that although this bald man was a bit careless and unruly, he still cared about and cared about his father.
Song Xianhe immediately stepped forward and said, "President Fang Zheng, then...are you willing to save my dad?"
Song Xianhe knew that when Fang Zheng saves people, he doesn't just look at whether he can cure the disease, but also looks at other things, which is why there is such a problem.
Fang Zheng glanced at Song Xianhe and asked, "What does the donor think?"
Song Xianhe thought for a while and then said: "My dad is a good person, a truly good person. If Chairman Fang Zheng takes good people as the standard for treating diseases, my dad definitely meets the standard."
The bald third child shouted directly: "If my father were a bad person, there would be no good people in the world! Fang Zheng presided over, tell me whether you can save me or not!"
The second child said: "President Fang Zheng, as long as you tell us the cost of the treatment, we three brothers will come up with it for you no matter what." When he said this, Fang Zheng saw the evil energy surging on the second child's body, and he was obviously worried.
Bad idea. I'm afraid he is not making money by doing normal business by collecting money.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It is not difficult to save this benefactor."
"What do you mean by that? Is it difficult or not?" The third child's mind was spinning the fastest, but he was not very smart, but he was thinking fast and speaking quickly, but he also asked the three people's doubts.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "It's not the poor monk who's in trouble, it's the few donors who are in trouble."
The third child looked at Fang Zheng in bewilderment. His big head was like a light bulb, shining brightly, and his head was covered with question marks.
Song Xianhe frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.
The second child was also a little confused and didn't know what Fang Zheng was talking about, so he asked: "President Fang Zheng, don't be shy about what you say. We can't understand you because you are so evasive, so just say it directly and treat my dad."
Sickness, what do you need?"
Song Xianhe and Lao San also looked at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng said: "This disease is not difficult for a poor monk to treat, but the cost of treatment requires the three donors to personally pay for it."
"Fuck, let me tell you, where in the world does a free lunch come from? It really does cost money." The third child subconsciously cursed again. After finishing the curse, he shut up and remained silent.
Song Xianhe glared at him and told him to stop talking, and then asked gently: "President Fang Zheng, just tell me if you have any requests."
Fang Zheng said: "Take this benefactor down the mountain, and the poor monk will ask someone to arrange your accommodation. When the matter here is over, the poor monk will naturally come to you to treat the old man. Don't worry, the poor monk will not charge any money.
But the three donors want to do something to help the poor monk."
Hearing this, Song Xianhe frowned. He was really not afraid of Fang Zheng asking for money, but he was afraid that Fang Zheng would make such an inexplicable request and make him completely confused. He didn't like this feeling. He liked to give everything to him.
Everything is clearly understood, kept in mind, and thoroughly studied, giving the feeling of complete control.
However, the initiative was not in his hands, and there was nothing he could do.
The second child squinted his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something, his little eyes sparkling.
The third child also frowned, with a bit of displeasure in his big eyes.
Fang Zheng ignored them, waved his hand and said: "Several donors, please go down the mountain. In three days, the poor monk will go down the mountain to find you. Don't cause trouble in these three days, otherwise the treatment will be invalid."
After hearing the previous words, the three of them were just looking forward to three days later. But after hearing the next words, the three of them felt uncomfortable all over. What's wrong? Are we so like the people who caused trouble?
The three of them wanted to say something else, but when they looked up, they saw that Fang Zheng had already left.
In desperation, the second child and the third child looked at Song Xianhe at the same time.
Song Xianhe looked at his father lying there, then at Fang Zheng who had left, and said, "Let's go down the mountain. Be honest after you go down the mountain!"