Doctor of Healing

Chapter 666 Show off your wealth?

"Xiao Ji, you have a heart." Mo Chenggui took Ji Xiang's hand, and said very gently and kindly, "Then let's check one, anyway, the operation is not short of two days."

He was coughing while talking, although Mo Chenggui tried his best to cover it up, but everyone could see that Mo Chenggui swallowed the phlegm he coughed up, so that Ji Xiang would not see it.

Senior Colonel Wang was a little sad, he lowered his head and sighed, his bald head lost its light.

It is said that life and death are fate, but this is one thing to say to patients, and another thing to say to relatives and friends around you.

"Then let's do it." Mo Chenggui said, "Xiaoji, sit down and let's chat for a while. You go to film a show here, and it will take more than a month to go away."

Ji Xiang sat on Mo Chenggui's bedside, "Mr. Mo, don't worry, you will understand after the examination."

"Okay." Mo Chenggui smiled, coughed again and asked, "I thought you wouldn't come back after staying in the First Affiliated Hospital. The south is so good, the salary is high, and everything is good."

"It's okay, the key is that my dad is here, and I can't leave."

"Your father is still young, less than 50 years old, and you don't need to take care of him. You are at this age when you think about the future, so you should blame you." Mo Chenggui said, with complaints already in his tone.

"The south is okay, it's okay." Ji Xiang said, "But it's all the same."

"Can it be the same, but the income will be different. I... If Senior Colonel Wang lives in the south, he can make a minimum of [-] yuan a month. His son is in his third year of high school, and when he goes to university, he will probably go to the south as well."

"Old Mo, don't talk about me." Colonel Wang said, "If you can make money, whoever doesn't make it."

"I'm not interested in making money." Ji Xiang said frankly.

"..."

"..."

Mo Chenggui wanted to persuade Ji Xiang, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

He looked at Ji Xiang distressedly, "Xiao Ji, I thought the same way when I was young, and Colonel Wang also thought the same way when he was young. Look now, we both have to go to a private hospital to cut leather bags. There are many ways to make money, but we are so capable, we can only earn this money.”

"My parents are rich, and I don't need to work hard. My dad said that he is responsible for laying the foundation. I don't care what I like to study, as long as I work hard, I don't have to worry about the rest."

"inflation……"

"Xiaoji." Colonel Wang raised his head and said seriously, "I remember that on the first day you came to the hospital, I told a story about a neighbor of mine."

"Mr. Wang, I remember." Ji Xiang smiled, and after thinking carefully, he said, "It's different. Let's put it this way, a friend of my dad played Weibo a few years ago, and that year Sotheby's auction sold a Blue and white porcelain bowl, 6000 million, my dad’s friend replied that it’s not worth so much money, probably there’s an inside story.”

Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang looked at each other in dismay. 6000 million, a broken bowl, has completely exceeded their understanding of the world.

This kind of thing can only be seen in the news at most, and it can be regarded as gossip and life adjustment, but I didn't expect Jixiang to say it when chatting.

"There are so many things going up, someone mocked my dad's friend, so he took a few photos at home. There are 4 of this bowl fired in one kiln, and the other 3 are in my house. So, it's not worth so much money at all. "

Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang fell into confusion.

"My dad never played with these things, and I don't know why."

"What does your father do?" Colonel Wang thought Ji Xiang was bragging.

Ji Xiang took out his phone and started flipping it.

"Here, this is a circle of friends my dad posted when Kazuo Inamori passed away. At that time, many well-known entrepreneurs posted condolences, and my dad also posted one."

In the picture, a man in his 30s and a gray-haired old man are sitting by a pond fishing.

They looked very relaxed, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and the taste of forgetting friends was born spontaneously.

It seemed to be drizzling in the sky, and there was only one umbrella. The gray-haired old man and the middle-aged man each took up half of the umbrella, and the half of the body was a bit heavier.

The mood of the whole picture is transcendent.

A clean and elegant breath emerged spontaneously.

Colonel Wang and Mo Chenggui looked at each other. Although they didn't know Sheng Dao and his husband, they vaguely knew that he was a big shot.

The copywriting of the circle of friends is very simple - Mr. Sheng Dao and Kazuo go well.

"..."

Mo Chenggui was speechless.

This kind of show off of wealth is stronger than the 6000 million bowl, and it has a greater impact on him.

"My dad has a lot of friends, but they can't go abroad now, but they all keep in touch." Ji Xiang smiled, "Don't worry, Mr. Mo, I know what I do."

"!!!"

Mo Chenggui was speechless.

Compared with Jixiang's rich father, his own knowledge seems a little shallow.

Originally, he wanted to instill some values ​​in Xiao Ji, but he didn't expect to be shocked by Ji Xiang's silent display of wealth.

"Xiaoji, how is your scientific research project?" Colonel Wang calmed down and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, scientific research is time-consuming." Ji Xiang said, "Come on a little bit, don't be in a hurry."

This is said, as if Ji Xiang is an experienced old man, pointing out a famous way for young people.

Lin Jiu stood silently in the corner, looking at Ji Xiang with more and more complicated and entangled eyes.

The Department of Thoracic Surgery contacted PET-CT, and Mo Chenggui went for the examination the next morning.

Results came out quickly.

The space-occupying lesion in the lower lobe of Mo Chenggui's right lung did not "brighten" on the image, and it turned out that it was not a tumor.

Holding the thick PET-CT report, the whole hospital consulted again.

This time, Mo Chenggui, as a "patient", also attended to listen to other doctors' opinions on this.

What Ji Xiang said is true, he is not comforting himself.All the twists and turns in the hospital knew that if something happened, he would definitely not be allowed to sit in the office.

It would be cruel to do that.

Now the focus of the question is what is the diagnosis.

Standing in front of the blackboard, Lin Jiu began to talk about bird allergies at length, citing classics, and even writing the excerpted literature numbers on the blackboard, just like doing scientific research.

Mo Chenggui couldn't believe it or not.

As for the source of the disease, it was Mo Chenggui's worn down jacket, which made it difficult for Mo Chenggui to accept.

A torn down jacket actually made me think of death.

"Old Mo, I've told you countless times to change out your down jacket, and you fucking don't change it." Senior Colonel Wang complained, "Change for a good one earlier, so you won't be surprised. If there is no Xiaoji, Although you will be fine, but if you lose a lobe of lung, you will be the one who will suffer in the future."

Mo Chenggui smiled, very relaxed.

It's not lung cancer, he feels the sun is getting warmer.

"Doctor Lin is too willing to show off. He is not the one who gave the diagnosis, so I listened to his ramblings all the time." Colonel Wang defended Ji Xiang.

"Xiaoji doesn't want to talk too much. Anyway, everyone knows it. It's okay." Mo Chenggui said.

(End of this chapter)