"What are you still dazed here?!" Suddenly, he slapped Zhang Siyang on the forehead. In just two minutes, the holy hand Zhang had already appeared completely.

The original sweat shirt was gone, replaced by a set of fine cotton and linen Tang suits. Although the clothes were simple, the fine stitches and the combined effect showed that the clothes were definitely not something that could be produced in mass production. This should be a result that can only be customized.

The Jigong fan and the old radio hanging around the waist are gone, and replaced by a medicine box that looks quite old. Especially if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the corners of the medicine box and the upper belt are already quite worn. However, it is this trace of time that adds a simplicity to the medicine box.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the pair of thousand-layer bottoms under the old man's feet, but with the old man's current outfit, no one can pick anything wrong.

Ni Meidi, this is simply the retired old man at the entrance of the old capital city hutong instantly becomes a charlatan. No, it is the feeling of a miracle doctor.

"You are just a sail behind you, and then you write the words "Step the iron mouth"." How many years have you seen his grandfather dress up like this "formal"? Zhang Siyang couldn't help but tease him.

"It's big or small, how can you say this~" The old man smoothed out the small folds on his clothes with some nostalgia. You must know that this outfit was the standard clothes he had when he was sitting in the hall. He hadn't been wearing it for many years. At first, he really missed it. "Let's go, let's go here."

"Well, grandpa, I forgot to say just now. That person is in W City..." Zhang Siyang touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, "But it's okay. Since you are going in person, I'll buy you a plane ticket. It won't take much time to fly here."

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"Second brother, do you think the eldest brother and Xiaowu have received someone..." Zhang Cuilan was a little anxious when she was guarding her master's bedside.

Speaking of which, as soon as Dean Zhang came out of the ICU, Zhang Chengfeng received a call from Zhang Siyang, saying that they had booked a flight ticket on the other end, and that he and his grandfather, Zhang will take the closest flight.

Isn't this just right? If you can push it from the ICU, it is basically equivalent to stepping out of the gate of hell, and the next is the recovery period. At this time, the holy hand will come over, but will you definitely make a plan for postoperative rest and adjustment? I just don't know if Zhang Siyang's words are true, and whether their secret recipe can really help his father recover completely.

I want the old man to recover faster, but I also worry that the greater his expectations, the greater his disappointment, so I feel so nervous, I feel so nervous.

"What's the point of being anxious? Even if you receive someone, this consultation will be tomorrow. What's the point of being anxious!" Zhang Qifeng said.

"Why? It's still early? Why can't they come here to see our father first~" Zhang Cuilan was a little dissatisfied.

"As soon as I took a plane for several hours, I will not let you come to see a doctor when I arrive at the land without even breathing, right?" Zhang Qifeng glanced at his sister. It's true that his sister is getting back to life, and she still knows the way of the world.

"What are you still dazed here?!" Suddenly, he slapped Zhang Siyang on the forehead. In just two minutes, the holy hand Zhang had already appeared completely.

The original sweat shirt was gone, replaced by a set of fine cotton and linen Tang suits. Although the clothes were simple, the fine stitches and the combined effect showed that the clothes were definitely not something that could be produced in mass production. This should be a result that can only be customized.

The Jigong fan and the old radio hanging around the waist are gone, and replaced by a medicine box that looks quite old. Especially if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the corners of the medicine box and the upper belt are already quite worn. However, it is this trace of time that adds a simplicity to the medicine box.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the pair of thousand-layer bottoms under the old man's feet, but with the old man's current outfit, no one can pick anything wrong.

Ni Meidi, this is simply the retired old man at the entrance of the old capital city hutong instantly becomes a charlatan. No, it is the feeling of a miracle doctor.

"You are just a sail behind you, and then you write the words "Step the iron mouth"." How many years have you seen his grandfather dress up like this "formal"? Zhang Siyang couldn't help but tease him.

"It's big or small, how can you say this~" The old man smoothed out the small folds on his clothes with some nostalgia. You must know that this outfit was the standard clothes he had when he was sitting in the hall. He hadn't been wearing it for many years. At first, he really missed it. "Let's go, let's go here."

"Well, grandpa, I forgot to say just now. That person is in W City..." Zhang Siyang touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, "But it's okay. Since you are going in person, I'll buy you a plane ticket. It won't take much time to fly here."

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"Second brother, do you think the eldest brother and Xiaowu have received someone..." Zhang Cuilan was a little anxious when she was guarding her master's bedside.

Speaking of which, as soon as Dean Zhang came out of the ICU, Zhang Chengfeng received a call from Zhang Siyang, saying that they had booked a flight ticket on the other end, and that he and his grandfather, Zhang will take the closest flight.

Isn't this just right? If you can push it from the ICU, it is basically equivalent to stepping out of the gate of hell, and the next is the recovery period. At this time, the holy hand will come over, but will you definitely make a plan for postoperative rest and adjustment? I just don't know if Zhang Siyang's words are true, and whether their secret recipe can really help his father recover completely.

I want the old man to recover faster, but I also worry that the greater his expectations, the greater his disappointment, so I feel so nervous, I feel so nervous.

"What's the point of being anxious? Even if you receive someone, this consultation will be tomorrow. What's the point of being anxious!" Zhang Qifeng said.

"Why? It's still early? Why can't they come here to see our father first~" Zhang Cuilan was a little dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!