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Chapter 9 Unheated jade lotus root slices...

After Zhang Xiaojun came to Zhao's house, he found a car parked outside, and knew that it was his father's comrades in arms. As for why Zhao Sanpao was not in the hospital, Zhang Xiaojun also knew that there was basically no need for treatment in the late stage.

"Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing...the legs are a little sore." Zhao Ling'er replied, and wanted to walk into the house, but just as she lifted her legs, she almost fell down.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaojun immediately picked up Zhao Linger and ran towards the house.

"What are you doing?!" Zhao Linger exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Xiaojun didn't care about that much, but when he entered the room, the style of painting was wrong, a group of elders were actually drinking, if it wasn't for Zhao Linger's mother, Wang Yan, who had tears on her face, Zhang Xiaojun would have thought it was fake.

The middle-aged man surnamed Qian looked at the two and asked in surprise, "You two don't go to school?"

"Put my daughter down quickly!" Zhao San Pao roared.

Zhang Xiaojun hurriedly put the blushing Zhao Ling'er on the sofa, then smiled and said, "We're back early for the sports meeting."

"What, Uncle Zhao..." Zhang Xiaojun asked.

"That girl Ling'er knows?"

"En." Zhang Xiaojun nodded, indicating yes.

"Yan, you can take Ling'er upstairs." Zhao Sanpao said to Wang Yan who looked sad after taking a sip of wine.

"Um……"

"No, I want to stay with Dad." Zhao Ling'er held Zhao Sanpao's hand, lowered her head, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Alright then, Yan, go get some more bowls and chopsticks."

Wang Yan nodded and went to get it, while Zhang Xiaojun was a little embarrassed. Sitting with this group of adults always felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that everyone's face was calm, but Zhang Xiaojun couldn't hide the obvious trace of sadness.

"Uncles, drink first, and then relieve your worries!" Zhang Xiaojun directly poured himself a glass of white wine and raised the glass.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojun like this, Zhang Dajun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Drink!"

All the people raised their wine glasses and drank it down. On the wine table, a group of "soldiers" chatted about their life in the army together, talking and laughing, and sometimes said something that showed nostalgia or sadness.

Zhang Xiaojun saw that he couldn't get in the conversation, so he moved the small bench and came to Zhao Linger's side. Zhao Linger, who lowered her head, was still crying, and there was already a puddle of tears on the ground.

"Ling'er, don't cry, let me tell you..." Zhang Xiaojun leaned into Zhao Linger's ear and said.

"Really?" Zhao Ling'er raised her head suddenly, staring at Zhang Xiaojun with wide eyes.

"Didn't I tell you? Look at what I promised you when I was young and I didn't do it. When I was young, you have to... Believe in brother, I will definitely return you to a healthy father. After all, he is also my future father-in-law, right?" Zhang Xiaojun laughed.

Zhao Ling'er looked at Zhang Xiaojun with some doubts, the smile on Zhang Xiaojun's face was not fake, he hummed lightly, Zhang Xiaojun hurriedly handed the tissue to Zhao Linger, and then let out a sigh of relief.

After a while, everyone's chat became more and more dull, Zhang Xiaojun knew it was time, so he found a reason to drag Zhao Sanpao outside.

"Uncle Zhao, you look so good, why..."

"Liver cancer, haha, don't mention this, why did you drag me out?"

Zhao Sanpao didn't have any fear of death on his face, Zhang Xiaojun said in his heart: "Sure enough, he has been a soldier, he is a man!"

Zhang Xiaojun spoke surprisingly, looked at Zhao San meanly and said, "Hey, it's nothing, I just don't want you to die too early, so you won't see me hurting your daughter."

"You little bastard!"

Zhao Sanpao cursed, stared, and planned to beat Zhang Xiaojun.

"No, Uncle Zhao, your illness is absolutely misdiagnosed by the hospital. I met a down-and-out old man a few days ago. He asked me to take him to the station, and asked me to buy him a ticket near Zhongnanshan. I have an item that says it can cure all diseases, and I brought it to you, and you will be cured once you take the guaranteed medicine!" Zhang Xiaojun took out the box with a smile, and opened it.

As soon as the box was opened, Zhao Sanpao couldn't open his eyes due to a burst of dazzling light, and Zhang Xiaojun was also shocked, he hadn't opened this thing yet, it was so fierce.

"Uncle Zhao, just serve the lotus root slices from snow lotus for one day. You won't delay things if you eat them. It's my tribute to you. There are people in Zhongnan Mountain who have lived for thousands of years, and they are definitely not parallel imports." Zhang Xiaojun picked up the lotus root slices and handed them to Zhao. Three ran around the mouth.

Even though Zhao Sanpao was shocked just now, he still didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, because rumors are rumors after all, and Zhang Xiaojun has little experience, so he might have been deceived, but he could see that Zhang Xiaojun was sincere, so he opened his mouth mouth.

Zhang Xiaojun hastily fed it in, the mouth was soft, with a line of throat, the lotus root slices immediately turned into a clear stream and rushed to Zhao Sanpao's whole body.

"what……"

Zhao Sanpao let out a subconscious breath, expressing that he was very comfortable.

"How is it?" Zhang Xiaojun stared at Zhao Sanpao eagerly, as if he knew how it felt.

"A line of throat, similar to medicinal wine, but without the pungent feeling, thank you, little bastard!" Zhao Sanpao felt much better, and then went into the house again.

"Damn it, just thank me like this? That's...forget it!" Zhang Xiaojun is very generous, but he can't say it, it's a secret!
Zhang Xiaojun returned to the house, and said in Zhao Linger's ear: "Linger, tomorrow you will have to take your father to the hospital for another check-up. If he doesn't go, you will cry and make trouble and hang yourself!"

"Yeah." Zhao Linger hurriedly agreed, she didn't see the diagnosis sheet, and now Zhang Xiaojun is a life-saving straw, she just thought about Zhang Xiaojun's abnormality today, and she had a vague expectation in her heart.

After a group of adults chatted for a while, they all hugged Zhao Sanpao, nothing much, there was no need to say more, and then left Zhao's house. Zhang Dajun and Zhang Xiaojun did not leave because Zhao Sanpao left them behind.

Zhao Sanpao said to Zhao Ling'er who was still holding his arm, "Ling'er, you go out with Xiaojun, and I'll chat with you, Uncle Zhang."

Zhao Linger was very unwilling, Zhang Xiaojun hurriedly pulled Zhao Linger, gave a comforting look, Zhao Linger went out with Zhang Xiaojun.

"Company commander, after I leave, the list on your shoulders is even heavier."

"I will take care of it." Zhang Dajun lowered his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Zhao Sanpao's emotions finally showed some signs of collapse, he held Zhang Dajun's hand and said: "Company commander, the only thing I am worried about is Linger and her mother, Linger and Xiaojun's childhood sweetheart, the relationship has always been very good , if the two little guys walk together in the future, then the company commander will take good care of the two of them for me."

Zhang Dajun nodded, but still didn't look up, because there were tears in his eyes.

"Stop talking, I'm leaving!" Zhang Dajun quickly stood up and walked out the door. Zhao Sanpao didn't keep him because there was a tear on his hand, which belonged to Zhang Dajun.

Zhang Dajun went out, called Zhang Xiaojun, and was about to go back.

"Oh, come, Ling'er, remember what I said, remember, don't forget!"

"Yeah!" Ling'er said while nodding.

On the road.

"Dad, why are you crying like an old man? Believe me, Uncle Zhao was definitely misdiagnosed. He was going to beat me just now... Also, Dad, a man doesn't cry easily!" Zhang Xiaojun persuaded .

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