The relationship has become closer, and neither of us is treating the other as an outsider.
The two of them have similar interests. Wei Bing has nothing to do with the criminal police, but looks like a hero who gathers in the mountains and forests.
We drank from big bowls, ate meat with big mouthfuls, and chatted happily.
After three rounds of drinking, we got to know each other better. Wei Bing did not treat Tang Xiaobao differently because he was a farmer's son. Instead, he became more affectionate and spoke a lot of words of encouragement.
But Tang Xiaobao was really surprised when he learned Wei Bing's true origin.
This Wei Bing's father is actually the top leader of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Moreover, from Wei Bing's tone, it seems that he has unusual connections in the provincial capital.
Damn! Is this a step into the golden lap?
Tang Xiaobao sighed in his heart.
It seems that the profession of miracle doctor is really good, and it is easy to get to know big people.
However, Tang Xiaobao didn't really take it to heart. No matter how powerful Wei Bing was, it had nothing to do with him.
Study hard, try your best to treat people, and quickly grow into a real miracle doctor. This is the path he wants to take!
It's just that this road is destined to be long and arduous, and there will be many ups and downs along the way.
"By the way, brother, I heard from the dean that your medical skills are very good, and he calls you the little miracle doctor." Wei Bing suddenly asked.
Tang Xiaobao smiled modestly and said: "It's OK. Actually, I only have some research on acupuncture and massage, and I have some experience in gynecology and pediatrics."
Tang Xiaobao did not hide anything from his brother.
Wei Bing was stunned and laughed: "Brother, how come you are so proficient in gynecology?"
Tang Xiaobao was a little embarrassed. He laughed a few times and said, "This is all about saving lives and protecting injured people. Don't get it wrong."
"Hey, you said you are proficient in gynecology, but have you done any research on that disease?" Wei Bing's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked tentatively.
Tang Xiaobao asked stupidly: "What disease?"
"That's the disease."
"STD?"
"no!"
"What kind of disease is it?" Tang Xiaobao couldn't laugh or cry.
You should be honest, what kind of riddles are you trying to make?
Wei Bing was a little embarrassed, so he came over and whispered: "It's just the problem that men have when they get older."
"hypertension?"
"no!"
"diabetes?"
"no no!"
Tang Xiaobao was speechless: "I'm talking about Brother Wei, just tell me directly. Do we two brothers need to be so secretive?"
Wei Bing's face turned red and he said, "It's just that men are not good at it."
puff!
Tang Xiaobao spit out a mouthful of wine and looked at Wei Bing in surprise: "Brother Wei, don't scare me. You are still young. Besides, didn't you just have a son?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Tang Xiaobao felt that there was something wrong with what he said. Wasn't it clear that he was doubting Wei Bing? Could his godson also belong to Lao Wang next door?
When he thought about it this way, his expression became a little weird, and he felt a little guilty.
Wei Bing knew what he was thinking and said with a wry smile: "Brother, I'm in good health. Don't doubt me. He's my old man."
puff!
Tang Bubao's mouth is almost like a fountain...
As a son, you are really filial...
"Uncle Wei, is there a problem?" Tang Xiaobao coughed twice and asked with a very calm expression.
Wei Bing nodded and frowned: "He hid this matter from us and went around looking for quacks. I was worried that something would happen if he went to the hospital because of his illness. Besides, he and his mother have not always had a good relationship because of this matter.
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"Do you want me to treat him?"
Wei Bing nodded heavily, with a hopeful look on his face: "Although I know this disease is difficult to cure, but you are a miracle doctor, I have to ask."
"I don't dare to guarantee this, but it's not impossible." Tang Xiaobao said.
"How sure are you?" Wei Bing was a little excited.
Tang Xiaobao thought for a while and said: "If the condition is not serious, I am 80% sure that it is still possible. Using acupuncture plus traditional Chinese medicine, the effect will be effective in three days. However, to recover, it will take at least three months of medication."
Wei Bing was overjoyed: "That's great. If you can help me do this, brother, I don't know how to thank you. Hey, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll look back - oh, how can I follow
He said it!"
That’s right, it’s not easy to mention this!
This is his old man's privacy. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for his son to bring it up?
Tang Xiaobao said seriously: "If you are sick, seek medical treatment."
"But I can't speak." Wei Bing frowned.
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said: "That's easy to handle. When I have time during the summer vacation, I will go to your house and I will have a solution by then."
Wei Bing breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly: "Hey, this is a good idea, so it's settled. I'll pick you up another day when you're free."
The two chatted for a while, and Wei Bing suddenly received a call. After hanging up, he said apologetically to Tang Xiaobao: "I'm sorry, brother, the city suddenly took over a case. I have to go back to the city to work today.
We haven’t had a good drink yet. Let’s go to the city another day and have a good drink.”
"Your work is important." Tang Xiaobao smiled.
Wei Bing paid the bill, took a taxi and went straight to the city. Work came first and he didn't even have time to go to the hospital to say hello.
Tang Xiaobao was walking on the riverside road, letting the evening wind blow, and when he opened his mouth, he felt the urge to recite a poem, but in the end he only recited half a sentence.
"Ah, Bahe, so damn dark..."
The next sentence...the next sentence is gone.
Poetry flourished, but literary talent was unfortunately limited.
“I’ll read more poetry collections another day!”
Tang Xiaobao said to himself.
He admired other people's ability to speak politely, but he could only speak dirty...
Lying on the guardrail of the bridge boredly, Tang Xiaobao was in a daze for a while, and was about to go back to the hospital when a loud roar came from behind him.
"Tang Xiaobao!"
"Who?"
Tang Xiaobao turned his head, wishing he could pretend not to hear.
"Hey, it's true!" A yellow haired man was still holding a mobile phone in his hand, looking at Tang Xiaobao against the photos inside, and said with a smile: "I just said that this back is so familiar, it is really here."
Behind Huang Mao, there are five or six young people, dressed in strange clothes, most of whom have tattoos. Needless to say, they are all idle members of society. To use the title of the book, they are called gangsters or hooligans.
This group of young people gathered behind a fat man. The fat man was shirtless and had a dragon tattooed on his belly. Because his body was too fat and his belly was too straight, the tattoo was a bit funny, like a snake coiled on a hill.
, indescribably weird.
"Tang Xiaobao? Oh, you are looking for him. He just left." Tang Xiaobao said without changing his expression, pointing to the other side of the river: "I guess we are almost at the station opposite. You can still catch up if you hurry up."
"Holy shit, you ran away?" The fat man was stunned and cursed.
Huang Mao quickly said: "Brother Chun, this kid is playing tricks. He thinks we are idiots!"
The fat man's expression changed, he stared at Tang Xiaobao fiercely, and said grimly: "Little, little, boy, how dare you, how dare you think that we are idiots!?"
Khan, it turned out to be a stutter!
Tang Xiaobao burst into laughter: "Ming, Ming, it's obviously your brother, brother, brother, brother who said it, did I say it?"
When Huang Mao heard this, his face turned green, he learned this!
"Boy, are you trying to sow discord?"
"There's no need to pick, but you have such a good sense that you can already tell that your elder brother is an idiot."
Tang Xiaobao wasn't willing to give in to the fact that he and Zheng Bing didn't start a fight just now. Now someone came to his door, so of course he didn't give in and became rude.
"With him, waste, waste, what are you talking about? Beat, beat him!" Brother Chun waved his fat arms, getting angry with embarrassment.
Immediately, a group of people came forward. (To be continued)