"Okay, okay, let me tell you! Isn't it okay?" Teacher Li was so frustrated that he finally revealed the truth, "That guy Lao Zhao was transferred to the comedy show half a month ago, but he has always been worried about it.

Not less than this, and because I had been in poor health before, I took medical leave, and now I have gone home to rest."

"How is this possible?" Peng Hui asked in surprise: "Isn't the teacher always in good health?"

"Heart disease, at his age, if he gets heart disease, he will basically lose half his life." Teacher Li explained helplessly.

Peng Hui stopped talking.

"Here, here is the address. If you want to go, say hello for me." Teacher Li tore off a page at random, wrote down an address, and handed it to Peng Hui.

Peng Hui thanked him and left in a hurry.

Looking at Peng Hui's back, Teacher Li sighed with emotion.

"How come I haven't met such a student before?"

After buying two kilograms of fruit, Peng Hui finally arrived at Zhao Feng's home after many twists and turns.

Opening the door, a middle-aged woman with an indifferent face appeared in front of her.

"You are the master's wife, right? I am Peng Hui, a student of Teacher Zhao. I heard that the teacher is ill, so I came here to take a look." Peng Hui took the initiative to speak.

Upon hearing that he was Zhao Feng's student, the middle-aged woman's expression immediately became friendly.

"Hey, Peng Hui, right? Fast forward, fast forward, Lao Zhao has been thinking about you all the time."

"Teacher Zhao, I'm here." Peng Hui walked in and said.

However, as soon as he entered the door, a pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit him, almost knocking Peng Hui off his feet.

An ominous premonition flashed through my heart.

And when he saw Zhao Feng, his expression suddenly changed!

A month ago, Peng Hui's impression of Zhao Feng was that of a burly and strong man, but at this moment, the Zhao Feng who appeared in front of him was just an old man sitting in a wheelchair.

This is just a month before and after the contrast, it is really shocking!

"Teacher! What are you..."

"Oh, it's Peng Peng..." Seeing Peng Hui, Zhao Feng forced out a gentle smile and asked softly: "Why are you here?"

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

"I was so angry that I had a stroke." The teacher's wife sighed at the side.

"Can it be treated?" Peng Hui asked.

The teacher's wife was silent.

"Is it because of money?" Peng Hui asked.

"The difference in medical expenses is tens of thousands of yuan..."

"Guizhi!" Zhao Feng scolded.

Peng Hui quickly took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a bank card and put it into his wife's hand. He said to his wife: "There are 100,000 yuan in this card. Use it to treat the teacher first! Don't delay the treatment!"

"Eh...this..." As if he didn't expect it at all, Peng Hui actually handed over a bank card worth 100,000 yuan. The teacher's wife looked frightened and looked at Zhao Feng as if asking for help.

Zhao Feng was also stunned, as if he didn't expect that Peng Hui could actually come up with 100,000 yuan at once.

But after he came to his senses, he immediately yelled: "Take this money back! I can't have it!"

"You are my teacher, what can't you ask for?" Peng Hui said dissatisfied.

"I only taught you for one year..."

"Once you are a teacher, you are always a father!" Peng Hui said solemnly: "Besides, it's not a waste of money, it's for medical treatment!"

"But I can't pay it back. I've retired from the hospital and even lost my salary. Your money..."

"We'll talk about it later when you are better off." Peng Hui said, "Go to treatment first, don't delay the condition." Peng Hui said, and said to his wife: "Sister's wife, help me first, let's send the teacher to the hospital first.

Treat the disease, and then wait until the disease is cured."

With that said, I have already started contacting nearby hospitals.

Although he tried his best to stop it, Zhao Feng was eventually sent to the ambulance.

In the next few days, Zhao Feng was treated. Peng Hui and his wife took turns staying by the bedside, waiting for the treatment to end.

Fortunately, the treatment finally ended after three or four days.

Although he is still unable to stand up for the time being, Zhao Feng's mental state has improved a lot.

It was only then that Peng Hui asked about the real cause of Zhao Feng's stroke.

"Teacher, how did you suffer the stroke? Can you tell me now?" Peng Hui asked.

Zhao Feng smiled bitterly, knowing that he could not escape this day, so he hesitated and told Peng Hui.

In fact, it is very simple to put it bluntly.

In recent years, Zhao Feng has always been at odds with a powerful vice principal because he could not let go of the puppet performance department.

However, in recent years, the puppet show has been unable to recruit students, and Peng Hui has become the only one left.

As a result, not only did the puppet show classroom have to be shared with other majors, but there was not even a regular classroom of its own.

In the words of the vice-principal, there were not many people anyway, and teaching materials were tight, so Zhao Feng was asked to sacrifice.

Because Zhao Feng really couldn't recruit any students before, no matter how dissatisfied Zhao Feng was, he could only endure it.

Now, he finally met a seedling like Peng Hui, and Zhao Feng naturally treated him kindly.

This is also the reason why the relationship between master and disciple is so close.

But all this did not prevent the decline of the puppet show department.

But this year, the old principal retired and the powerful vice principal suddenly took over, making Zhao Feng's life difficult.

First, he was transferred out of the puppet performance department.

This is not mentioned. After all, no matter how dissatisfied Zhao Feng is, he cannot let the school waste teacher resources because of this.

The dissolution of the Puppetry Department became inevitable.

This was nothing, Zhao Feng had already been mentally prepared.

But the key is that when it came time to actually assign students, something went wrong!

The current principal actually wanted to expel Peng Hui on the grounds that Peng Hui did not enter the theater through a formal admission channel!

In this way, it was naturally impossible for Zhao Feng to just sit back and ignore the situation and go directly to argue with the principal.

Although Peng Hui was eventually allowed to stay, the principal was very angry.

When I got home, I immediately had a stroke.

Peng Hui felt extremely guilty when he heard that Zhao Feng was so angry that he had a stroke because of himself.

"Teacher...I'm sorry..." Peng Hui choked and said.

"Okay, okay, isn't it cured now?" Zhao Feng patted Peng Hui's hand with a smile, and said softly: "A big man, what are you trying to do? Hurry up and hold it back!"

"Hey, teacher, your Northeastern dialect is becoming less and less like this." Peng Hui wiped the corners of his eyes and joked with a smile.

"Get lost! This is the magic city dialect!"

"Tch—" Peng Hui finally broke through his tears and turned into a smile.

"Okay, after talking so much about me, let's talk about you. What happened to your one hundred thousand yuan?" Zhao Feng smiled and changed the subject.

"Didn't I always think about promoting the puppet show? I just wanted to create something to promote the puppet show, and then I thought about singing. But as you know, I didn't know anything, so I learned to write lyrics and music.
Chapter completed!