Meng Fu is now considered a little red, with her Weibo fans growing toward two million, and she is wearing sunglasses.

Su Cheng, who was beside him, has been approached by many star detectives. Whenever he goes to and from entertainment venues, he will wear a black mask. Only Dr. Luo, who has gray hair, holds a medical box and is dressed simply.

Butler Jiang took a look and took the three of them into the old man's ward.

Except for Meng Fu, the most eye-catching thing about these three people is Su Cheng. Although he wore a mask, he always had air conditioning on his body, and even his eyes exposed were cold.

It makes people dare not look directly at it.

As soon as he entered, Mr. Jiang noticed Su Cheng: "This is..."

There were people like Yu Zhenling in the room, and they looked at them.

Before Su Cheng could speak, Meng Fu took a step forward, dragged a chair, and sat next to Mr. Jiang, without any rush or slow down: "My assistant."

She said this, and Dr. Luo, who was following her, seemed to pause.

"Assistant?" Mr. Jiang looked at Su Cheng, said "Oh", and then spoke to Meng Fu, expressing his understanding: "Where is your agent, she is not bad, your agent in the super talk area is popular."

What he said was naturally the incident of Zhao Fan angrily criticizing Jiang Ran’s big fans on Weibo.

The two of them spoke, Su Cheng pressed his mask with his hand and stood behind Meng Fu to remind him, "Let Dr. Luo check your grandfather's body."

Meng Fu stood up, gave Dr. Luo a seat, and asked him to see Mr. Jiang.

Dr. Luo had already put the medicine box on the table and opened it. He should be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. There was also a set of silver needles in the medicine box, which looked quite old. His medicine box had been used for at least ten years.

When Meng Fu saw the set of silver needles, he wrapped his hands around his chest and looked at Dr. Luo for a more time.

Yu Zhenling's head was slightly twisted, but she didn't say anything. But Mr. Jiang looked at Dr. Luo's utensils and couldn't help but shake his head.

However, Mr. Jiang was very good at matching. He looked at Dr. Luo’s utensils and couldn’t help but wonder, “Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?”

Dr. Luo was taking the pulse of Mr. Jiang and smiled gently: "I have been a generation of traditional Chinese medicine doctors in my family."

"No wonder." Mr. Jiang nodded, "Please trouble you. I know this disease myself. You don't have to be too stressed."

"Grandpa, just let him see the doctor. He has already seen your case, don't disturb the doctor." Meng Fu leaned against the back of the chair and asked Mr. Jiang not to say so much.

Mr. Jiang will not disturb Dr. Luo anymore.

I happened to see Meng Fu herself and told her about signing, "The girl who took care of me is your fan. Give her an autograph."

Meng Fu remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave her a gift.

She turned her head and looked at Su Cheng, "Do you have any pens and paper?"

Su Cheng lowered his head and took out a note and a black pen in his pocket.

Meng Fu took it and signed a name smoothly.

She has never practiced signatures and designed artistic fonts. She just cursed her cursive scripts and had a sharp pen tip. She was praised by the training camp teachers before.

After writing, she folded it in half and handed it to Mr. Jiang directly.

Seeing Meng Fu like this, Mr. Jiang thought she didn't want others to see her words, so she didn't unfold them, so she just took them under the bedside.

Only Su Cheng, who was behind her, saw the words she wrote and looked at Meng Fu.

"You're going to the final," Mr. Jiang remembered this incident again and sat upright slightly, "Will there be tickets for internal departments then? The doctor said that my condition has been stable recently, and I can go to cheer for you on the spot."

Meng Fu didn't know much about this matter and looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng put away the remaining notes and politely replied to Mr. Jiang: "In the final of 27, you need a few pictures. I will send them to you at that time."

"Five Zhangs," Mr. Jiang calculated and turned to Yu Zhenling not far away, "When the time comes, you and Jiang Quan and the others come and take a look."

Yu Zhenling was sitting again when she heard Mr. Jiang's words, she turned the hair behind her ears and smiled: "Dad, there is a national mathematics competition on Xinran on the 27th. I want to accompany her to the province to participate in the competition."

Jiang Xinran's competition was in the morning and Meng Fu's final was in the evening. If you were interested, you could catch up.

"After Xinran's competition, there may be interviews from the provincial TV station," Yu Zhenling looked at Meng Fu indifferently and continued to reply, "I shouldn't be able to get back."

Her meaning was obvious. Mr. Jiang knew that Yu Zhenling was unwilling, and he did not waste time and directly changed the topic, "Doctor Luo, has my health been cured recently?"

Meng Fu is also very cold to Zhenling.

However, Su Cheng glanced at Yu Zhenling, and only coldness remained in his dark eyes.

"Mr. Jiang has a deficiency of qi and blood," Dr. Luo let go of Mr. Jiang's pulse, his eyes were as sharp as a torch. "In theory, this level of loss should be bedridden and his form is sluggish. I think you are still in good spirits and have a stable pulse. You should have been conditioned recently."

Mr. Jiang nodded repeatedly: "That's right, the doctor said so, and he allowed me to leave the hospital two days ago."

"But the veins still accumulated a lot of stagnation," Dr. Luo unfolded his acupuncture bag, "I will clear the meridians for the old man."

As he was talking inside, Jiang Xinchen just came over outside.

The ward door was half open, and Jiang Xinchen saw Mr. Jiang and others on the bed outside, especially Meng Fu.

He leaned outside the door and didn't go in.

"What's going on inside?" he asked the butler who happened to come out.

Butler Jiang came out and waited for the vice president who wanted to check on Mr. Jiang. Hearing this, he glanced inside and shook his head: "That was the Chinese medicine doctor Ms. Meng found for the old man, and said he wanted to treat the old man."

When Jiang Xinchen heard this, he rolled his eyes, "She has a lot to do. She can find a doctor to see her grandfather in the hospital, and she can think of this best operation."

When Butler Jiang heard Jiang Xinchen's words, he smiled and said nothing.

The moment the two of them were talking, a bunch of doctors in white coats walked here in a hurry at the end of the corridor.

Butler Jiang quickly adjusted his attitude and greeted the vice president, who was headed by the same person, respectfully.

The vice president hung the stethoscope on a large pocket in front of the picture and walked here: "How is Mr. Jiang's spirit and diet at home recently?"

"It's all okay." Butler Jiang reported one by one.

Jiang Xinchen opened the half-open door. When he looked up, he saw Dr. Luo holding a silver needle in his hand to pierce Mr. Jiang’s arm.

Jiang Xinchen's mind buzzed, "What are you doing?"

He walked over directly and wanted to push Dr. Luo's hand away.

Outside, the butler breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Xinchen walking over, and explained to Vice President Lin: "This is the traditional Chinese medicine doctor that Miss Meng has found. Although Miss Meng has been in T City for two years, no matter how much she develops, no matter how much the old man wants to cultivate her, he can't hide his petty aura. He lets other doctors come to you at will, but also asks him to give the old man an acupuncture. Her vision is still narrow. Vice President, don't bother with her."

The vice president had just received the medical record card handed over by the nurse. When he heard Butler Jiang's words, he just glanced at the ward indifferently, and did not care, and continued to look down at the case.

After looking through a case, he seemed to remember something.

He looked up blankly and looked at the ward.

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See you tomorrow ~~
Chapter completed!