Chapter 182 The life-saving equipment given by the second brother (monthly ticket plus updates)
After lunch, Fang Yan had nowhere else to go, so he simply went to the second senior brother's ward.
As the hospitalization time gradually lengthened, there was now more and more life in Ding Jian's ward.
The people who came to visit him would give something to this person and something to that person.
The cabinet for Ding Jian is always full.
It's not anything expensive, it's basically food, with a lot of dried fruits and nuts.
At most it was something like fried peanuts and melon seeds, and Ding Jian got angry after eating it.
So every time Fang Yan comes to Ding Jian, Ding Jian will ask him to help him eat.
Today was a good day. Fang Yan brought a helper, Xiao Zhang, over. While Fang Yan was writing, he asked Xiao Zhang to eat aside with a handful of peanuts.
Ding Jian really couldn't understand their combination.
A Chinese medicine doctor and a policeman.
I went to the ward of a martial arts school coach to write something.
At that time, it was difficult for Xiao Zhang to speak here because he didn't know what the situation was.
What if my junior brother committed something?
Then if you say one more thing, it might hurt him...
As a result, he observed for a long time and found that Xiao Zhang didn't seem to be here to monitor Fang Yan and acted very relaxed in the ward.
After Fang Yan wrote out the pulse-sealing acupuncture technique, Xiao Zhang immediately took it and told Fang Yan not to run around. After Fang Yan agreed, he ran out quickly.
Ding Jian, who had been holding back for a long time, saw that he and Fang Yan were the only two people in the ward, and then he dared to ask:
"What's going on? What does this police officer do?"
"Protect me." Fang Yan stood up and stretched, moving his body while responding to Ding Jian.
Ding Jian was a little confused:
"Ah? Protecting you?"
He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't expect such an answer. He knew very well what level the dialect was. The little policeman just now didn't seem to have much kung fu skills. The only way to protect him was with a gun.
Ding Jian didn't react for a while.
Junior brother, is he worthy of being a bodyguard?
Fang Yan saw Ding Jian's confused face and said with a smile:
"This morning he insisted on following me, and I couldn't refuse. Then I let him follow me."
Ding Jian slowly sat up from the bed and asked with a serious face:
"Is it Shan Haoran's disciple who is here?"
Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"No, no, it's not that serious."
"There has been some unrest outside recently, and some enemy agents are causing sabotage. Because I showed my face at the Ministry of Health meeting, I was selected and became a member of the assassination list."
"..." Ding Jian was speechless, shouldn't this be more serious?
He calmed down, knowing that Fang Yan would not lie to him, and asked:
"Then are you in danger?"
Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"Fortunately, they don't seem to have found a chance yet, so I'm still safe."
"Now I don't dare to run around like I usually do in the afternoon, so I hide here with my second brother."
When Ding Jian heard this, he took a long breath, nodded and said:
"Yes, you are right here. At least Concorde's security level is much higher than outside."
After experiencing such things, he really regarded Fang Yan as his own brother, and he couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard that he was in danger.
Thinking of this, he cursed:
"Damn, I never thought that one day I would be targeted by enemy agents while treating patients and saving people."
"Our master has never encountered anything like this in our entire life. These gang of enemy agents are really unscrupulous!"
Fang Yan waved his hand and said:
"Hey, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. It's all caused by publicity."
Ding Jian remembered that he had also seen reports on dialects in newspapers. Thinking of the sensation his recipe could cause, he immediately understood.
It is indeed amazing to achieve such effective clinical results at such a young age. The key is that this method is likely to be beyond the reach of some foreign Western medicines.
So, this is ruining other people’s jobs!
And according to Fang Yan's age, he will probably come up with more things that will change other people's jobs in the future.
Ding Jian was a person who had led a team to perform abroad, and his sense of smell and vision in this regard were higher than ordinary people. He immediately figured out the joints involved.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but agree with the saying "People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong."
He thought for a while and then said to the dialect:
"By the way, I have a set of soft armor here. I spent a lot of money to find someone to make it when I was practicing swordplay at home."
"Although it can't protect against blunt objects, it can protect against knife stabs."
He said and pointed under his bed:
"Your sister-in-law was afraid that she would lose it when no one was at home, so she put it in the box under my bed. Now is the time. You should quickly take it and put it on."
"Soft armor?" Fang Yan was startled.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
In the past, I had only seen the soft gold silk armor of ancient generals in museums.
Ding Jian said there was one under his bed.
Fang Yan pulled out the box out of curiosity.
When Fang Yan opened the box, Ding Jian said:
"My family used to be a local swordsman family in Cangzhou. Because of its reputation, in the early years our family often encountered swordsmen who came to challenge us. Therefore, for safety, every generation basically buys some protective soft armor."
"At the beginning, rattan armor was used, and later it was changed to animal skin armor. When conditions were met, soft armor was started to be woven from metal wires. Although this thing cannot withstand blunt weapons, it can withstand sharp weapons. Very protective.”
"I think those enemy spies, even if they want to take action, they should use some sharp weapons or something. They won't hit you with a big hammer or a big iron rod. This thing can just restrain them."
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At this time, Fang Yan had already opened the box, and he saw a piece of golden soft armor that looked like a mandarin jacket.
It was made of metal wire and looked extremely complicated and fine. Patterns were embroidered on some special positions. Dialect touched it and found that it had been specially thickened in this way.
Hold it in your hand and weigh it:
"It's quite beautiful. Is it gold?"
Ding Jian responded:
"It's not pure, just some gold added into it."
Fang Yan lamented: It turns out that the poor were rich in literature and rich in martial arts. Just such a piece of armor would probably have cost a lot of money at that time.
It can be seen that Ding Jian's family must have been very wealthy in the past.
Fang Yan was not polite immediately, took off his outer shirt and put it on directly on top of his vest.
After putting on his shirt, Fang Yan touched his body and found that it was very close to the body and did not affect his movements.
Fang Yan was very satisfied and said to Ding Jian:
"Thank you, second brother. I will wear it for a few days. When I catch the enemy agent, I will return it to you when it is safe."
Ding Jian waved his hand:
"Anything you haven't repaid is my brother's gift to you."
"How about that? This is worth a lot of money." Fang Yan quickly took it off.
When Ding Jian saw that Fang Yan didn't want it, he immediately said seriously:
"You are not allowed to take it off. Just because you don't want Shan Haoran's five gold bars and you also helped the brothers avenge their revenge, you should hold this soft armor! Besides, I have been using acupuncture for pain relief and Chinese medicine for recovery these days. , you did it all the time, it’s only natural that my second brother would give you something.”
"Besides, this is to save your life, not for you to exchange for money. Just keep it honestly!"
PS: The monthly ticket is one hundred more, so I still owe everyone seventy-four thousand after writing this chapter.
There is still time in the afternoon, so I will continue coding.
(End of chapter)