Best little divine farmer

Director Li's doubts were completely relieved. He stood up and said, "I'm very grateful that Tang Xiaoyou picked up a life for me."

"Mr. Li is very polite." Tang Yifan hastily returned a gift.

"Grandfather, I'm back." When the door opened, a 14-year-old boy came in happily. When he saw Lu Songming, he called out sweetly: "Hello, grandfather Lu."

"Ah, Xiaolei is good." Lu Songming replied with a smile.

The boy looked at Tang Yifan and wondered how there was a boy in his family. He looked at his clothes and the round cloth shoes on his feet, frowned and stared at him and said, "how did you come in with your shoes?"

"Xiao Lei, my grandfather let me." Li Xuwen scolded and said, looking at Tang Yifan: "Xiao Fan, don't pay any attention to him. He is spoiled by me."

"Grandfather, how can I say it wrong? When you enter the living room, you have to change shoes. It's not polite to come from the countryside. " Said the little boy, his mouth curled.

"Xiaolei, go back to your room." Li Xuwen's face was ugly and his voice became severe.

"Hum" the little boy glared at Tang Yifan and went back to his room with a cold hum.

"Xiaofan..."

"Ha ha, grandfather Li, it's nothing. It's getting late. I'm going back." Before Li Xuwen finished, Tang Yifan stood up.

"This..." Li Xuwen did not know how to say.

"Lao Li, I went back too." Lu Songming also stood up and left with Tang Yifan.

"Where are you going?" Out of Li Xuwen's home, Lu Songming did not mention what happened just now. He said with a smile.

"Eat a bowl of noodles and go home." Tang Yifan looked at the sun and knew that there was no food to go back, so he simply ate a bowl of noodles and went back.

"Come to my house. I can't. let's go to the noodle shop and help ourselves." Lu Songming originally wanted to invite him to his home. Thinking of his unhappiness just now, he knew that he was not in the mood, so he changed his words.

"That's fine. I'll treat Mr. Lu to it." Tang Yifan is also not good, brush Lu Songming's face, had to say.

It's not that he wants to see the little boy in the same way, it's just that he is so despised. He always feels uncomfortable. He doesn't owe anything to his family, and he also dislikes Lao Tzu's coming.

We can't afford to eat big fish and meat now. We can afford to eat a bowl of noodles, and we can enjoy it. Naturally, he has no mind to be angry.

"Good." Lu Songming didn't refuse either.

They didn't take a few steps, but Lu's mobile phone rang.

"What? I'll be right there Lu Songming got on the phone, his face changed and he said immediately.

"Old Lu, what's the matter?" Seeing Lu Songming's ugly face, Tang Yifan asked.

"There's something wrong with the hospital. I'll be there right away." Lu Songming said quickly. His face was full of anxiety.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Tang Yifan said. This is a small road. Taxis can't get by.

"Good." Lu Songming nodded.

In less than five minutes, Tang Yifan and Lu Songming arrived at the first people's Hospital of the county.

Immediately, several doctors came around, and the man who took the lead said nervously: "just now, a child was sent here. There were convulsions, eye upturns and strabismus. We diagnosed it as infantile convulsion and treated it symptomatically."

"What happened?" Lu asked as he strode along.

"My son, give my son back. I'm going to smash your hospital. It's all quacks. Return my son... "

Before the man could answer, he heard a lady holding a doctor and wailing in pain.

"Calm down. It has nothing to do with our western medicine department. I want you to go to the Chinese medicine department." Said a man with silver rimmed glasses.

Man Tang Yifan, the orthopedic director named Huang Shuren.

"Director Huang, how can you say that?" A young woman doctor said angrily.

"It's a fact..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Before Huang Shuren finished speaking, Lu Songming gave a loud drink, came to the lady and said, "don't worry, we will try our best to treat her."

Huang Shuren shivered when he saw that he was hit by Dean Lu. His face turned white, but he was relieved to think that the two sides were enemies.

"Don't worry, don't worry, my children are gone, return my children." Cried the lady sadly. He pounced on Lu Songming.

"You stop her. I'll go in and see what happens." Lu Songming stepped back and said calmly.

Tang Yifan secretly admired that as a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he must first have a calm heart, otherwise the later diagnosis and acupuncture can not be carried out. This is the accomplishment that Chinese medicine must have!

"Madam, calm down. This is president Lu of our hospital. He'll do something about it." A male doctor advised.

"Are you Lu Songming, Dean Lu?" Obviously, the lady had heard of Lu Songming's name, and her eyes were full of hope. She said excitedly, "Dean Lu, please cure our Xiaohao."

"You can rest assured that I will try my best to treat the patients." Lu Songming nodded seriously and yelled, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Xiao, you come in with me." He wants Tang Yifan and Xiao Qingya to help him.

"Good." Tang Yifan and another girl followed up at the same time.

Tang Yifan looked at the girl next to her, wearing a white coat still can not hide her graceful posture, 36d, delicate features, tied horsetail, a capable full momentum.

Three people went to the medical room, Lu Songming did not pay attention to hand disinfection, rapid inspection.

And Tang Yifan, who was standing beside him, was not idle. He swept his eyes to the little boy. Xiao Qingya did what she could.

People outside are trying their best to comfort the lady. A man in a stiff suit, full of worries on his resolute face, strides in.

"Hongjie..." when the lady saw the visitor, she threw herself into his arms and began to cry.

"Yunlan, don't cry. How's the baby?" The man patted the lady on the shoulder and comforted her.

"I don't know, Lu Songming, Dean Lu is in treatment." Zeng Yunlan sobbed and said.

"President Lu Songming's personal visit should be no problem." Hearing that Lu Songming was treating his son, Ma Hongjie was relieved.

Lu Songming's name is famous not only in Qingtai County, but also in the medical field of Qingtai city. If he comes out, at least he hopes to be a lot bigger.

Slowly picked up his wife, Wen Sheng said: "go and have a look."

"Well." They slowly approached the ambulance room.

The door didn't close. Seeing that Lu Songming had finished the inspection, Ma Hongjie couldn't wait to go in and asked, "old Lu, how's the child?"

"Well, it's late." Lu Songming looked back and saw a little surprise in his eyes. But no matter who he was, he couldn't look back.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked sad and couldn't help but shed tears. A strong man left tears, very moving.

"Son, my son." The lady threw herself on the child and burst into tears.

The end of a young life, the whole ambulance room full of grief and grief, Xiao Qingya can not help but leave tears.

"It's not too late. There's salvation." Just as the whole ambulance room was drowning in grief, a voice rang.

The sound was not loud, but it was very penetrating. All the people in the ambulance room heard it. Everyone was shocked by this sentence.