"I haven't been back for a long time, so I came over today to take a look."
Huangfu Hongfang was polite and gentle, giving people the temperament of a graceful ancient prince.
"Okay, let me see how your handwriting looks."
As he spoke, Liang Hongda walked to the desk, picked up the thin gold-style calligraphy he had written, and nodded and praised: "Not bad, not bad, thin, strong and spirited, and the pen is delicate and vigorous..."
"Hongfang, I haven't seen you for a few months. Your thin gold calligraphy is getting better and better, not inferior to your teacher Mr. Yuan at all."
"Uncle Liang praised me."
Huangfu Hongfang smiled and saluted. Although he looked modest and polite, there was an innate arrogance between his eyebrows!
"The talented girl Luo Tang is here..."
Suddenly, someone saw a person in the gallery wearing a light green antique-style dress, with black hair that fell vertically from the chest to the back of the head, elegant makeup, curved black eyebrows, eyes as calm as water, and walking steps.
She gives people an otherworldly fairy beauty that makes people unable to feel any sense of blasphemy. It is Gu Luotang and her junior sister Qi Miaomiao.
Looking at Gu Luotang walking over, Huangfu Hongfang showed a happy smile on his face and immediately went to greet him, "Luo Tang, you're here."
"Um."
Gu Luotang's face was as pretty as water and she gave him a slight salute.
"Great Talent Hongfang, didn't you see me?"
Seeing that Huangfu Hongfang only greeted his senior sister, Qi Miaomiao was unhappy.
"What are you talking about, Junior Sister Qi? How could I not see you?" Huangfu Hongfang quickly saluted her.
"Tch, I don't need these false gifts from you. Anyway, you only have eyes for my senior sister!"
Qi Miaomiao waved her hands arrogantly, Gu Luotang raised his eyebrows and said: "Miaomiao, please don't be rude."
Huangfu Hongfang smiled, and those in the pavilion also greeted Gu Luotang. She returned the greetings one by one. Seeing that Vice President Liang Hongda was also there, she led Qi Miaomiao over to salute and say hello: "Uncle Liang, Uncle Wang
...You are here too."
"Luo Tang is here, has your grandfather come back?" Liang Hongda asked.
"Well, he has returned from Shenzhen City this morning."
"That's good."
Liang Hongda smiled and nodded, then pointed to the calligraphy on the desk, "Luo Tang, come and take a look. This is the thin gold calligraphy that Hong Fang just wrote. Let's enjoy it together."
"good."
Gu Luotang nodded and walked over. Huangfu Hongfang naturally followed him, "Luo Tang has been studying the Slim Gold Body since he was a child, and I have only studied it for a few years. I am afraid that I have not even reached the level of Xiaocheng. I still ask Luo Tang to give it to me."
Take a look and tell me if there is something wrong in my writing."
"Brother Hongfang is so humble."
Gu Luotang looked at the poems he wrote in thin gold script. There was spirit in the form, smooth writing, and spirit in the thinness. But unfortunately, it lacked artistic conception and could not be compared with what that person wrote.
However, Gu Luotang did not say anything to attack Huangfu Hongfang. After all, his thin gold style writing was considered to be a masterpiece among the Literary Writers Association.
"Senior sister, no matter how I look at it, it's not as good as what Doctor Wan wrote. I feel like something is missing!" Qi Miaomiao, who was standing next to her, said unabashedly.
These words made Huangfu Hongfang, Liang Hongda, and others around them stunned, wondering who the doctor Wan Qi Miaomiao was talking about was!
"Miaomiao, don't talk too much." Gu Luotang glanced at her and told her not to talk nonsense.
"Haha, Junior Sister Miaomiao, it doesn't matter. After all, my thin gold body writing is not satisfactory."
However, Huangfu Hongfang showed a magnanimous attitude and said with a smile: "If you know the master who wrote Slim Gold Body, you can recommend him to us so that we can all learn a thing or two."
"Yeah, what is Dr. Wan? Why have I never heard of him? Who is he? Is he a member of our Literary Association?" A good friend of Huangfu Hongfang's name was Gao Mingxu. Although he was asking for advice, his attitude was different.
Very proud.
"His name is Wan Yunting, he is a Chinese medicine practitioner..."
"Miao Miao."
Seeing that the junior sister was still talking, Gu Luotang quickly grabbed her, turned to Huangfu Hongfang and Liang Hongda, and apologized to everyone: "My junior sister is talkative, and she did not mean to target Brother Hongfang. I apologize to you on her behalf."
"Luo Tang is out of sight, there is no need to apologize..."
Huangfu Hongfang went up and wanted to lift Gu Luotang's saluting hand, but she took a slight step back to avoid him, "I still have something to do with President Fang, so I'll say goodbye to my junior sister first, Miaomiao, let's go.
"
Seeing their fellow apprentices leaving, Huangfu Hongfang raised his eyebrows slightly and had no intention of stopping them.
"Wan Yunting, why does it sound familiar?"
Gao Mingxu frowned, as if he had heard this name somewhere.
"Could it be the rapist Wan Yunting reported in the recent news?" a young man said.
After all, the police station held a press conference before to clarify Wan Yunting's rape, so news about him has been seen in the news recently, and it is difficult not to let people know about it.
"Oh, who is he?"
Huangfu Hongfang didn't know what happened in Huadu recently, because he had been studying with a teacher in the capital for the past few months and only came back yesterday.
So Gao Mingxu and the others told Huangfu Hongfang about the recent news about Wan Yunting...
"Sister, why don't you show them Dr. Wan's prescription?"
After Qi Miaomiao was dragged away, she still wanted to take the prescription Wan Yunting wrote for her and slap Huangfu Hongfang and others in the face.
Gu Luotang shook his head slightly and said: "Doctor Wan is an outsider. What's more, since we don't have his promise, just showing others what he wrote will only bring unnecessary trouble to them."
"All right."
Qi Miaomiao pursed her lips, "But I just can't stand Huangfu Hongfang's hypocritical face. Isn't it just relying on his grandfather's name? His handwriting is not good, and he likes to show off in front of everyone.
, pretending to be in front of others, hypocritical as hell!"
These words made Gu Luotang shake his head slightly and said helplessly: "Okay, actually his thin gold calligraphy is already very good. If you have to compare him with Dr. Wan, what he lacks is the artistic conception of calligraphy!"
"Um."
Qi Miaomiao nodded and suddenly said: "Sister, the 21st is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival party. How about we invite Dr. Wan to participate?"
Gu Luotang was startled, and her heart moved, but she shook her head slightly: "We only met him once, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate to invite people rashly..."
"Oh, if there's anything wrong, let's go back and contact him a few times, that'll be all." Qi Miaomiao said with a smile.
This made Gu Luotang roll his eyes at her and joke: "Maybe you like her?"
"I didn't." Qi Miaomiao looked at her and smiled mischievously: "I'm thinking about you, senior sister!"
Suddenly Gu Luotang's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and she said: "Damn girl, don't talk nonsense..."
"Hehe, senior sister, don't hide it. You must have slept with the prescription he wrote last night..."
"Yeah, you're still talking nonsense..."
Gu Luotang was even more embarrassed and embarrassed after what she said. He chased the girl and started beating her. The senior sisters followed each other, like two fairies who had fallen into the mortal world and were playing around, while others around them watched.
It is inevitable to say "My fair lady, a gentleman is a good man..."
At this time, in the Southern Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, Wan Yunting examined several patients. Director Li smiled and said: "Xiao Wan, today you have broken the largest patient flow rate in one day in our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department in the past few years!"
"Yes, there used to be only a few people coming every day, but I didn't expect that there would be fifteen people coming to see the doctor today." The three young doctors laughed.
"Gee, this only shows that Dr. Wan's medical skills are good."
Sister Yan, who loves melon seeds, smiled sweetly and pointed at the three young doctors: "You guys, please learn from Dr. Wan."
"Yes, yes..." The three young doctors nodded repeatedly, admiring Wan Yunting.
At this time Jiang Yichun came over and said, "Xiao Wan, you will arrive at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine at exactly eight o'clock tomorrow morning to attend the conference held by the association."
"Okay, Dean Jiang, I'll be there on time." Wan Yunting nodded.
"Okay, then you can get off work."
Jiang Yichun smiled and waved, then went to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine to busy setting up the conference site.
After a few polite words with Director Li and the others, Wan Yunting got off work and went directly to the emergency department to see Su Ker. As a result, the nurse at the front desk snorted: "Ke'er and Director Jiang have gone home. Please don't come to the emergency department in the future.
We don’t welcome scumbags!”
Calling him a scumbag left Wan Yunting speechless. Seeing that Su Ker's phone calls and WeChat messages didn't respond, he was helpless. He had no choice but to leave the emergency department and go back, and wait until Su Ker went to work tomorrow to come find her.
So Wan Yunting went back to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, drove back to the community where Niu Qiuling lived, and called her directly: "Officer Niu, are you off work?"
"Not yet, I don't get off work until eight o'clock in the evening." Niu Qiuling, who was at the police station, was reading Ling Xianzong's information.
"Okay, remember what to do tonight."
"Know it."
After saying that, the two hung up the call, and Niu Qiuling continued playing with her phone.
However, she had no idea that her mother had already arrived in Huadu and was heading towards the community where she lived...