After Chu Heng came out of the courtyard, he rushed directly to the Tang family.
After the Spring Festival, the temperature in Sijiu City has begun to warm up, and it has begun to smell like spring. The most obvious manifestation is that the clothes on pedestrians have changed. There are no scarves or hats, and the cotton-padded jackets have been replaced by lighter ones. There are more people wearing thick coats and willing to go shopping than before.
So, Volga walked very slowly in this bustling street.
It took almost forty minutes before the car arrived outside the Tang family courtyard.
“Bump!”
Chu Heng got out of the car, carrying a few things in his hand, walked straight to the door, and patted the courtyard door gently a few times.
A few moments.
The door opened, and a big head wearing thick bottle-bottom glasses poked out of the door. It was his friend Tang Pingliu.
"Hengzi? Come in, come in."
Tang Pingliu opened the door with a smile and quickly invited him in, with strong enthusiasm on his face and bright eyes: "Just in time, I just made a pot of rehmannia and frog soup. You should try it too."
"No need! I came here after eating."
Chu Heng looked at him warily. The grandson didn't know what had happened recently, and he suddenly started studying medicinal diet. He came over to pay New Year's greetings a few days ago. When he was young, he was tricked into drinking a bowl of black-bone chicken soup. After that, he farted for a long time, each one was louder and smellier than the last one. He almost drove his wife crazy, and finally kicked him away. In the east room, let him stay alone in the empty room.
"Oh, don't be polite with me. Let's go." Tang Pingliu couldn't help but pulled him and ran to the kitchen.
“Let’s talk later, I have something to do with the old man.”
Chu Heng quickly broke away from him and ran towards the study.
At this time, three generations of the Tang family were present in the study.
Mr. Tang sat upright on the Taishi chair with a golden sword, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, drinking with a smile.
Diagonally opposite, Tang Pingliu's father, Tang Quan, was sitting on a chair calmly, holding a bowl of frog soup that his son had just cooked in one hand and drinking it, while the other hand was casually placed on the side table. There are several silver needles stuck on it. If you look closely, you can see that there are some small pinholes next to the silver needles.
But Tang Pinglu, the little prodigy of the Tang family, held a silver needle with a hesitant look on his face, staring at his arm left and right, hesitant to take the needle.
Should I say it or not, Father Tang is quite dedicated to the studies of his juniors...
At the door of the study, Chu Heng looked at Father Tang, whose nose had begun to bleed, grinned, and then stepped in, yelling: "How are you practicing?"
"Ah!"
Tang Pinglu, who was preparing to inject the acupuncture, trembled with fright, and his hands shook. The falling silver needle naturally deviated from the acupuncture point and penetrated deeply into the skin.
"Oh, what are you shouting for? It made me miss the mark!" Tang Pinglu looked back angrily and threw the pot happily.
"There are no rules, how can I talk to you, Brother Chu?" Father Tang put down the soup bowl with a calm expression, casually pulled out the silver needle that had missed the point, and pressed the hole of the needle with his fingertips. A small column of blood splashed out, and he raised his chin at Chu Heng and said with a smile: "Here comes Hengzi, find a place to sit on."
"Oh." Chu Heng walked away from Mr. Tang and gently placed the things he brought on the table.
When Mr. Tang saw Wuliangye Brother and Zhonghua Cigarette in his net bag, he rolled his eyelids and glanced at him: "Tell me, which relative of your family is sick this time?"
The old man has already figured it out. As long as it's not a festival, if this guy comes here with something valuable, he's bound to see a doctor.
"Hey, we're not relatives this time, that's what happened..." Chu Heng handed over a cigarette in a polite manner. After telling them what happened to him, he said with a flattering smile: "So, I just want you to go over and take a look. It's best to cure nature. No But if you can't cure it, you have to pretend that you can cure Mrs. Jia, so as to force those people to mess up and expose their flaws. What do you think?" "Gangganggang! I drank out!”
Mr. Tang blew his beard and said with a glare: "Old man, I have been practicing medicine all my life and I have never seen anyone wrong. This is a golden sign that I have built up for most of my life. How can I ruin my reputation because of your sabotage?"
Chu Heng really didn’t know about this, and he was immediately disappointed when he heard this. He came just because of the old man’s reputation, but now that everyone has said so, he really can’t force others to do anything.
But, this is a bit difficult to handle.
Without Mr. Tang’s help, he really couldn’t think of anyone to turn to.
Those who are famous may not be able to agree, and those who are not famous may not be able to scare the other party.
When Mr. Tang saw this guy's frown, he felt a little unbearable. Then he thought of this guy's background, so after weighing it, he said again: "Okay, don't worry, I won't go, and no one else can go." "
"Who?"
Chu Heng asked subconsciously, and then he turned his attention to Father Tang, who was still working as his nephew's tool. There was light in his eyes again.
"Yes, that's your Uncle Tang. He is also my biological son. Although his ability is a bit lacking, his reputation is good enough." Mr. Tang looked at the son of the tool man with a smile, feeling that this deal Not a loss.
Using the reputation of a loser and a little bit of the Tang family's reputation to pave the way for future generations is a huge profit!
Tang's father, who was clearly arranged, said speechlessly: "No, dad, you want fame, so I don't want fame?"
"You have a shitty reputation! Just go if you are told, Where did all this nonsense come from? "Master Tang?" Zi glared and said: "Moreover, Hengzi is in trouble. How can we just sit back and watch! Hurry up, pack your things and leave."
"Hey, Uncle Tang, please help me. I will definitely be kind to you in the future." "Repay!" Chu Heng begged quickly.
"Oh, you kid, you can really trouble people." Father Tang glanced at him helplessly, stood up reluctantly, and pulled out the silver needles on his hands and arms one by one. Without looking at the bloody arrows shooting out of the needle's eye, he waved his arms and left the study.
“Bah!”
Chu Heng wiped the blood beads on his face, cupped his hands with Mr. Tang, said goodbye, and prepared to follow.
"Come on, come on, Tsuneko, drink this soup, it will be a great tonic!"
Just then Tang Pingliu walked in with a bowl of soup, with an unbelievable expression on his face. With a warm smile of rejection, he sent the soup bowl to Chu Heng.
As he was in a hurry to leave, he subconsciously took it and finished it. Then he wiped his mouth and handed the bowl back, turned around and left the study.
A few moments.
He and Father Tang boarded the Volga and rushed towards the hospital where Mrs. Jia was staying.
After walking for a while, Chu Heng, who was driving, felt his nose was a little warm, and there was a wet patch on his chin. As soon as he wiped it casually, he saw a patch of blood on the back of his hand.
“What a fool!”
Chu Heng braked to a stop, raised his head and stretched out his hand to Father Tang in the passenger seat: “Uncle Tang, Uncle Tang, quickly open the handle. , get me some paper, I have a nosebleed!"< br>
"It's okay. Why panic? It's just a nosebleed. It'll be fine in a while." Father Tang smiled lightly and handed him a piece of tissue paper, and wiped the blood stains under his nose. There is no wave on the face, and the heart is as stable as an old dog.