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Just as he poured himself a glass of lemonade, two unexpected people suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was so frightened that he almost slipped his hand and spilled all the lemonade. He was surprised and said, "how did the two adults come here?"

Zhu Lao glanced at the old man Gao and said contemptuously, "I'm here to buy something. As for him... It's just a simple follower."

As soon as Gao's eyes turned, he straightened his face and said solemnly, "nonsense! It's because I came here that you followed me. Why do you have a hard time? "

After that, he said, "give me all the things you have here."

Song QingHan nodded and was about to pack when he heard Zhu Lao leisurely and leisurely way: "I want two."

Old man Gao's eyes sank and said, "Sanfen!"

"Four." Zhu Lao didn't look at old man Gao and said directly.

"Five!" Old man Gao glared as if he were angry.

"Six."

"You! Seven

Wish old ha ha a smile, pick eyebrow way: "yes, I seven, you don't want."

Song QingHan can see that these two old men are here to spread money today. He wants to see how they will end up.

Old man Gao glanced at Song QingHan, waved his big hand, and pretended to be forthright: "give me half and more for everything in your shop!"

He was good at it. He only needed to buy half and more of the things in Song QingHan's shop. Zhu Lao couldn't buy more than he did. However, after listening to this, Zhu Lao sneered and said in a loud voice, "I want all the things in your shop!"

Old man Gao rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to fight. He pointed to Zhu Lao and said, "I said it first! Why do you have to confront me? "

Zhu Laohui snorted and looked down at the old man Gao. He said softly: "I came here first. You are clearly against me."

Song QingHan looked at the two men at daggers drawn and worried that they would really fight. What's more, if they didn't return, it would be bad if they were found by their families. So he said, "two adults, hurry home and have dinner. After dinner, we will consider whether we want to buy them. We can't run this shop here."

Old man Gao was about to nod his head when he heard Zhu Laodao: "don't think about it. First, pack me half. This is money."

With that, he photographed five silver tickets on the counter, looking like he was rich and bold.

Zhu Lao saw this. Although there was a flicker of hesitation on his face, he quickly took a picture of five silver tickets and said in a loud voice, "baby, help me pack up first! Let the poor old man wait

Song QingHan looked at the two people in embarrassment. Seeing that they were both competing with each other, song QingHan sighed slightly and turned to pack them up.

Although the shop is small, half of the things add up, but the weight is not small. When old man Gao grabbed the packed things and put them on his shoulder, there was a flash of embarrassment on his face.

Zhu Lao didn't miss the embarrassment. He laughed and pointed to old man Gao and said, "you said that you can't carry your shoulder and your hand can't carry it. What's the first share to take! Go home and get someone to pick it up! Be careful of your waist

Song QingHan also advised: "Mr. Gao, put this thing here first. You can send a servant to take it later. Why do you have to do this coolie work yourself?"

As he spoke, he had already packed up the remaining half. Old man Gao was hesitant to speak. But when he saw Zhu Lao easily lifting another thing, his eyes glared. He lifted the thing to his shoulder with all his strength, and went out with his teeth.

Looking at the two people chasing each other, song QingHan couldn't help shaking his head. Just as he was about to close the shop, he looked down and saw the thousand taels of silver. He was shocked and called out, "wait a minute, two adults! Too much money

Did not expect to hear him say this, Zhu Lao's pace suddenly accelerated, shake off the distance between old man Gao and him.

Gao, who had planned to stop and wait for song QingHan, followed up in a huff, completely forgetting the words of song QingHan.

Song QingHan hurriedly closed the shop door, put the silver note into his arms and chased it out. But the street was empty, where were the shadows of the two?

He hesitated for a moment and walked towards his home. The two old men would still appear in front of him and would return the money. However, it is strange how things look today. It is like Zhu Lao deliberately teasing old man Gao to buy things in his shop.

When song QingHan walked into the courtyard, Wu Dahu had just cooked the food and was ready to deliver it to him. Seeing him come back empty handed, he was surprised and said, "closed the door?"

Song QingHan takes out the silver note from his arms and tells Wu Dahu what happened just now.Wu Dahu pondered for a moment and nodded his head: "I think it's the same as your idea. I think it's on purpose. Maybe it's because you have a way to save his grandson, and you don't need money, so I'll make it up to you in this way. "

Song QingHan was a little sad, sighed, put the money ticket into the room, washed his hands, and sat on the table.

"Fortunately, these two adults are more merciful to us than the previous masters. But now I can understand the man. After all, these two people can't fight or scold. Even if they kick their noses and face on you, you still have to wait on them. Can't you sleep well and eat bad food?"

Wu Dahu smiles and feeds Xiaoshi a mouthful of rice paste. He says in a low voice: "they fight against them, we pass us. If we really kick our nose and face, we will sell laxatives to them next time, so that they can make a fire!"

"Poo Han" is not as humorous as song Yihu.

After dinner, he took the small stone and urged Wu Dahu to have a rest. Wu Dahu hesitated for a while, and finally climbed into bed obediently. After a short rest, he went to Liangyi hall again.

After Wu Dahu left, song QingHan found that he had nothing to be busy with. After teasing Xiaoshi for a while, he fell asleep with a smile. He angrily ordered his face and placed him carefully on the bed.

Just as he was about to take a nap with the little stone, there was a knock at the door of the courtyard, followed by a low voice of congratulation.

"Is the doctor there?"

Song QingHan Leng Leng Leng, walked across the door of the courtyard: "I wish you anything? My husband is not at home. Can you come back at night? "

If the old man Gao comes, he can understand that the other party is trying to get the money back, but if he wishes to be an old man, he feels that things are not so simple.

Sure enough, Zhu seemed to hesitate for a while, then slowly said: "old friend visit, I learned that he suffered from an incurable disease, the heart can not bear, want to ask the doctor can go to a doctor or two?"

As if afraid of song QingHan's refusal, he quickly added: "even if the old man Gao knows about this, he will not make any trouble, because that old friend has kindness to him."

Song QingHan hesitated: "why do you believe in my medical skills so much? Is it better for adults and grandchildren? "

Zhu Laolian said: "better, better. If not, I will not be the first to think of a doctor when I hear of an incurable disease."

Song QingHan pondered for a moment. He wished that the old grandson's disease was indeed a bad blood disease. He did not know how long he had not taken vitamin C, and even after a day's supplement, he could see the obvious changes.

Just to treat other people... He hesitated for a while, or reached out to open the door. Seeing a flash of surprise in Zhu Lao's eyes, he said in a deep voice: "please describe the patient's condition first. If it is really an incurable disease, even if I go to the next place, it will just be a happy experience."

Zhu Lao obviously knew this truth. He opened the Xuan paper in his hand and handed it to song QingHan in front of him. In a low voice, he said, "his illness is just like this."

Song QingHan was surprised when he saw the painting on the rice paper. He reached out and took it. After carefully looking at the people on the painting, he said solemnly: "how long has he been with this tumor?"

The painter's brushwork is good, which vividly restores the original appearance of the figure. Even the tumor color under the neck of the person is restored to the maximum extent. Therefore, song QingHan shows such a dignified look.

If in modern times, it is not difficult to encounter a tumor. If it is benign, it is still malignant. If it is benign, it can be surgically removed. If it is malignant, it will be a lot of trouble. Not only can it not be removed at will, but also try various ways to inhibit the growth of the tumor. Otherwise, it will become "incurable disease" as the old man said.

After hearing song QingHan's words, Zhu Lao said positively: "listen to him, it has been ten years. At first, it was a meat ball the size of a nail plate. Later, it grew bigger and bigger, and it became the present appearance. How about it, doctor, is there any help?"

Ten years... Song QingHan pondered for a moment, carefully looked at the tumor in the painting. After seeing the indifference in the person's eyes, he finally softened his heart and said in a deep voice: "I need to see that person personally to know how specific it is."

Although he did not directly agree, but Zhu Lao recognized his meaning and said happily: "good! This way, doctor. He lives a little far away from here. I've got the carriage ready

Song QingHan nodded, went back to the room, picked up the small stone, took the surgical knife, closed the gate of the courtyard, and sat in the carriage with Zhu Lao.