My Dreamy Doctor

Zhao Sanguang deliberately drove the car very slowly.

He held out a hand and put it on the window, elated.

The eyes that looked at Zhao Qian were full of disdain and disdain.

Seeing that Zhao Qian didn't speak, Zhao Sanguang suddenly said something.

"Oh, by the way, you're back just in time."

"Tomorrow is my wedding day with Cuihua. You must come!"

"You are Cuihua's ex boyfriend. Without you, the wedding would be boring."

Zhao Qian didn't stop. He walked faster and faster and ran behind.

He runs faster and faster.

He wants to let the cold wind in the mountains blow the tears out of his eyes!

"Ha ha ha! Run slowly, I'll go back to the village first

Zhao Sanguang drove along laughing.

What's left is the bad smell of car exhaust.

Zhao Qian returned to the village.

Across the way, under the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, I saw several old people sitting around chatting.

One of them, a gray haired old man in blue cloth, is Zhao Qian's father.

The old man was talking vigorously when someone found Zhao Qian and immediately stood up, pointed to Zhao Qian at the entrance of the village and called out.

"Zhao Laojiu, your son who made a lot of money in the big city has come back, but you didn't see the BMW. What about the car?"

"Oh, you really believe Zhao Laojiu's boasting. This old man has been boasting all his life. When will he take his words seriously?"

"His son is a bastard. He can't stay in our village any longer, so he went to the big city."

"Nowadays, it's better to work in the fields than to beg for money in big cities."

Village people, you say a word, I say a word.

Zhao Laojiu, who was still in high spirits, was also stunned when he saw his son.

He just talked to Zhao Si on the phone yesterday.

On the phone, Zhao Si has made it very clear that his son has made a lot of money and has also driven a luxury car of foreign brands.

But now Zhao Qian was walking alone on the road. The clothes they are wearing are similar to those of migrant workers.

What's more, the clothes on him are like those worn by a rich man in the city?

Zhao Laojiu ran to him in a hurry.

When he was weak, Zhao found his son in front of him.

"What's wrong with you, son? What's wrong with your hand?"

While talking, a group of idle villagers gathered around like a crowd.

The local doctor in the village, after looking at Zhao Qian, patted his thigh and said, "ouch, this child's hand is useless."

The village is not big.

The story that Zhao Qian was beaten to be disabled in a big city spread all at once.

Some time ago, Zhao's mother was ill and borrowed a lot of money from his village and relatives.

Originally, we all hoped that Zhao Qian would be able to repay these debts when he made money in the big city.

Now when I heard that Zhao Qian's hands were broken, they all rushed to their courtyard.

"Zhao Laojiu, didn't you say your son made a lot of money in the big city?"

"You dead liar, give me the money back!"

"You Zhao Laojiu! I haven't said a word of truth for so many years. "

"If you didn't say that your son could pay back the money, which one of us would like to lend it to you, such a shabby household?"

"Pay back the money!"

"Pay back the money!"

"Pay back the money!"

Zhao Laojiu's rough hands, covering his cracked face, shrank alone in the dark corner of his hall.

"Don't make any noise!"

Zhao Qian stood at the gate of his yard and roared.

"I'll pay back the money my dad owes you."

Zhao Qian just said this, someone grabbed a lump of cow dung, hit him!

"Why do you return it?"