Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng barely managed to squeeze a smile. He deeply understood that this kind of thing is difficult to explain. The most sensible way is to change the subject, so he looked at the white-clothed girl and gave his hand slightly: "Dare to ask this sister named Zhang. , You really have taken all the advantages of your parents."

A healthy blush appeared on Zhang Zetian’s fair and pretty face. He glanced at his mother and nodded slightly: "Brother Yang, my name is Zhang Zetian, you call me Xiaotian."

Hey, this girl's attitude today is different from that of yesterday. It seems that there is less hostility, less contempt, but a little more cordial respect.

Yang Feng was puzzled and nodded slightly: "Zhang Zetian, this name is familiar. But, well, Xiaotian, Aunt Gao, please sit down."

After seated, Yang Feng asked Gao Xiaoyu: "Aunt Gao, what can I drink?"

Gao Xiaoyu's eyes kept falling on Hong Tianjiao. When Yang Feng asked about it, she pointed to Hong Tianjiao and asked Yang Feng: "Who is she?"

"She..." Yang Feng was thinking about a suitable relationship that was tenable without explanation.

Zhang Zetian obviously pricked his ears.

Hong Tianjiao sat quietly without squinting. The gold-plated spoon gently stirred the coffee, instead of making a clear sound of metal colliding with porcelain.

"She is my classmate and a close comrade-in-arms." Yang Feng held back for a long time, forming such a relationship.

"Classmates, comrades-in-arms, still close, who believes?"

Yang Feng smiled: "You can't do it if you don't believe it. However, it doesn't seem to be important. Now, what's the matter with me?"

After that, Yang Feng snapped his fingers: "Waitress, two glasses of the best Blue Mountain."

Gao Xiaoyu nodded: "Yang Feng, I heard from Sister Xin that your medical skills are good. I made an appointment with you today to help me see Xiaotian's asthma."

"That's the case." Yang Feng suddenly realized and looked at Zhang Zetian: "Xiaotian, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. This, I already explained it to your mother on the phone. I was really not sure about asthma at the time, just bit the bullet Just try."

Zhang Zetian originally had a little bit of resentment towards Yang Feng, but since communicating with He Shaotang, it has faded a lot. Today, when he saw Yang Feng apologize in person, he immediately gave up his previous complaints.

However, when Yang Feng brought up the old story again, Zhang Zetian immediately thought of his first kiss that was silly, and the tongue that stuck into his mouth and stirred wildly, his pretty face couldn't help but Hongxia climbed up.

"Since you are Shaotang's eldest brother, I should also call your eldest brother. Since you are your own, you are out of the heart of saving people. The past, let it pass."

"What a generous girl!" Yang Feng gave a thumbs up.

"Yang Feng!"

"Uh..." Yang Feng noticed that Gao Xiaoyu's face was very cold, "Aunt Gao, tell me."

"Xiaotian's asthma was brought out from her mother's womb. Over the years, we sought medical advice and traveled all over the country and abroad. The traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine that Xiaotian took can pull a truckload of Chinese medicine and western medicine, but it is not cured.

At this point, Gao Xiaoyu covered her mouth with red eyes.

Zhang Zetian immediately held his mother's hand, his vocal cords choked: "Mom..."

At this time, the coffee was delivered. Gao Xiaoyu wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue, took a sip of hot coffee, and continued: "Little days are getting bigger every day, and after a few years, it will be time to talk about marriage. At my age, what can I do if the disease cannot be cured!"

"Mom, don't say it." Zhang Zetian's eyes were flushed, and his pale face was in sharp contrast. Any man would feel distressed when he looked at it.

Had it not been for Gao Xiaoyu's presence, Yang Feng would have opened his arms long ago and sang the phrase "I let you lean on, it's no big deal".

Gao Xiaoyu shook his head: "Xiaotian, let Mom finish. Women always have to get married and have children. A woman who doesn't have children is an incomplete woman. Even if you don't marry or have children, mothers will not I can bear to see you being tortured by asthma."

"mom--"

"My poor little heaven--"

The mother and daughter held their heads and cried bitterly.

Suddenly, countless eyes projected from the hall. Everyone first looked at the crying mother and daughter in surprise, and then fixed their eyes on Yang Feng and Hong Tianjiao.

Yang Feng and Hong Tianjiao immediately understood the meaning of gaze, and the masses were clearly saying that the men are always in chaos and end up abandoning, while the women are profane, and the third party is involved.

Yang Feng was a little hot on his face, and whispered: "Auntie Gao, your mothers should stop crying. This is a public place. People thought I did something that would not be the person in charge!"

Gao Xiaoyu tearfully pointed out: "You are irresponsible. You kissed Xiaotian forcibly. If you can't cure Xiaotian, you have to take care of her forever."

"Huh?" Yang Feng was dumbfounded and muttered to himself: Is there such a good thing?

Zhang Zetian plunged into Gao Xiaoyu's arms: "Mom, the public, what are you talking about!"

Hong Tianjiao then looked at Zhang Zetian: "So you are the girl who had an asthma attack last night."

"Don't interrupt." Gao Xiaoyu looked at Yang Feng with piercing eyes: "The surname is Yang, please give me your opinion."

"What's your attitude?"

"Still pretending garlic with me?"

"Oh, so, I swear, I will try to cure Xiaotian."

Gao Xiaoyu nodded: "It's pretty much the same."

"Aunt Gao, I want to ask, if I cure Xiaotian, will I still have a chance to take care of her forever?"

After speaking, Yang Feng laughed first himself, laughing stupidly.

Zhang Zetian is like drinking alcohol, his pretty face is red as blood.

Seeing her daughter's shy appearance, Gao Xiaoyu secretly sighed "injustice". Her daughter has never cared about the same age and different surnames in the compound, and turned a blind eye to countless future generations of politics and business, Junyan, but she seems to have no immunity to this Yang Feng.

Gao Xiaoyu screamed: "Don't think about it!"

"It seems a bit of a disadvantage." Yang Feng smiled and stretched out his hand, grabbing Zhang Zetian's wrist, put his three fingers on the veins, and shook his head, "Xiaotian, you are too skinny. You look good when you eat a little fat."

Zhang Zetian bit his lip without speaking.

Once Yang Feng enters the state of a healer, his temperament will change drastically.

I saw him sitting right-handed, pressing his right hand on his pulse, and rhythmically tapping with four fingers on the table with his left hand, his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

The scene before him overlaps with countless images in his memory, and in Gao Xiaoyu's eyes, Yang Feng is suddenly much more affectionate and lovely.

After a while, Yang Feng opened his eyes and took away his hand, and asked, "Aunt Gao, you said Xiaotian is congenital asthma?"

Gao Xiaoyu nodded.

"After taking a lot of medicine, it didn't get better?"

Gao Xiaoyu continued nodding.

"I have been taking the medicine since the confinement. I have been taking it for nearly 20 years?"

"Isn't it? How many crimes Xiaotian suffered."

Yang Feng nodded in sympathy: "Well, I now have a general understanding of the condition, and I still need to use Western medicine to obtain some information. It shouldn't be difficult."

Gao Xiaoyu nodded immediately: "It's not difficult, do I need a full-body examination?"

"The more comprehensive the better."

"Well, I will bring it to you tonight."

...

When Starbucks broke up, Yang Feng exchanged mobile phone numbers with Zhang Zetian, and when they returned to the hotel, they never came out again. Even the dinner and supper were sent by Hong Tianjiao.

After Yang Feng learned that Zhang Zetian's illness was congenital, he began to read the information.

After meditation and concentration, the brain is like a huge database, in which countless medical classics are read one by one, looking for related records of asthma.

All night long, Yang Feng finally formed a preliminary treatment plan.

The next morning, Qiu Dafa and three of them came to accompany Yang Feng and Hong Tianjiao to finish their breakfast, and prepared a trunk gift, which was finally delivered to the highway entrance by the provincial capital Iron Triangle.

"Send you a thousand miles away, you must say goodbye." At the high-speed entrance, Yang Feng shook hands with the three of them one by one, saying goodbye with these old-fashioned words.

Yang Feng got into the car and waved.

Hong Tianjiao took the card to speed up.

In the car, Yang Feng decided to go and discuss with Wang Fenglin after returning to Chunyang County with the materials and plans.

Go straight back to school, and go to school calmly for a long time.

At noon, explaining to her sister's whereabouts in the past two days, Qin Xue was reluctant and took a lot of words.

Then, Zhang Zetian's medical records were sent to Wang Fenglin, and he was asked to advise the staff first.

When school was over in the afternoon, the students were all gone, and Wang Bingqian was at the end.

Yang Feng smiled, came next to her, and said, "Qianqian, let me look at your arm."

Wang Bingqian sent her arm to Yang Feng's hand and looked at him bitterly: "Yang Feng, where have you been in the past two days, without telling me, are there any secrets between us?"

Yang Feng carefully fixed Wang Bingqian's arm and said, "I'm recovering well."

"Yang Feng..."

"That's it. I didn't tell you. I don't want you to be scared. I will find an opportunity in two days and I will tell you in detail, okay?"

"Why not today, not now?"

"Xiaoxue and Jiaojiao are waiting for me in the car, another day."

Yang Feng coaxed from left to right and finally coaxed Wang Bingqian to the Grand Cherokee, sent her to the gate of the community, and the three of them went home.

Back at home, the ice pot and the cold stove, Yang Zhantian proposed to go out to eat. He also planned to see Dracula after the meal, and by the way bring him some oily meals.

The four ordered four dishes and one soup at the Northeast Daguotai near the hospital. After eating, Yang Zhantian asked Dracula for a sweet and sour pork ribs, a salt and pepper pork ribs, a stewed pork ribs, and a braised pork ribs.

Yang Feng went to the hospital to see that Dracula had been transferred to the ward.

When Dracula saw these four spare ribs, the touched person's eyes were filled with tears: "Zhan Tian, ​​you let me fill the shape with form!"

After chatting for a few words, Dracula walked away and chatted with Yang Feng alone.

"Xiaofeng, from now on, I won't allow you to be nosy. You have to know how difficult it is for you to live."

Regarding Dracula’s preaching, Yang Feng rebounded somewhat: “It’s not easy for everyone to live.”

"You are different. Didn't Zhantian tell you? Your mother Ruth blocked the gun and died for you, and Zhantian used her son to die for you. Even Zhantian himself was shot through a lung lobe."

"Dracula, what do you want to say?" Yang Feng said coldly.

"What I want to say is that you cannot and do not have the right to despise your life. Your life is hard-won. You are destined to carry a lot of things. You can't just live for yourself. Because of your special identity, you will get a lot. What others cannot get, but you will also lose some things that should belong to you."

After listening to Dracula’s philosophical words, Yang Feng was silent for a long while and said, "For example!"

"Like freedom."

"Freedom?" Yang Feng frowned.

Dracula sighed deeply: "It's the freedom to choose which kind of life."

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