My legendary life

Xie Dong and Ding Miaomiao went out with Jiangnan Yan.

On the way home, he was a little preoccupied. When Ding Miaomiao found that he was in a low mood, he asked with a smile, "what's the matter? Are you a little worried?"

He sighed and said anxiously, "why does Jiang Nanyan promise Zhang Liwei to have dinner?"

Ding Miaomiao said with a smile: "it's nothing. Are you afraid that Zhang Liwei will use money to settle things?" He had no choice but to smile and murmur to himself: "these days, there are still things that are unfair with money?"

"Yes." Ding Miaomiao said: "don't you, Zhang Liwei should have paid a lot of money, didn't you obey?"

He thought about it, just a faint smile.

"Don't worry, I don't think so. It's not that Jiangnan Yan's personality must be noble, but that people in her position must cherish their feathers very much. The temptation of money to her is far less than her pursuit of career. Of course, everyone has weaknesses, and other factors are not excluded, but I'm still full of confidence." Ding Miaomiao said.

When they got home, they simply took a bite. After hearing this, Ding Miaomiao lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "see, this is the power of the media. After so long, even the Secretary of the municipal Party committee was angry, but there was no result. But as soon as he heard that" perspective "was going to interview, it had an immediate effect, and it was solved on the same day Department, it's really speechless. "

"Yes, you don't know what that Dean Wang was anxious about. He kept talking to me and lived for more than 30 years. Except for Qin Feng, who was caught by me and bowed in front of me, the first time he met a senior government official to discuss things with me, he was a little flattered. If he was surprised, he didn't remember what he said." He said with a bitter smile.

Ding Miaomiao laughs and doesn't say anything more. He just lies on the bed lazily and says that he has a sore back and leg. He grinds and asks him to massage and relax. It may be that he was too tired recently. He just pressed a few times and Ding Miaomiao fell asleep.

He is not tired. He sits on the sofa in the living room with his knees folded. He is determined to do his best. He is free from distractions. He opens his eyes again. It's already midnight. Close the mind, activity under the body, feel the whole body up and down very happy. He got up and went to the bedroom to have a look. Ding Miaomiao was sleeping sweetly. He didn't know what he was dreaming. He was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and he even laughed.

He simply washed, went to bed and slept with his clothes. After a while, he fell asleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by Ding Miaomiao. When he opened his eyes and saw that it was still dark, he could not help turning over and humming, "if you have enough sleep, come and toss me!"

Ding Miaomiao chuckled and put his body close to him. He put his hand into his quilt, pinching here and touching there for a while. It didn't take much time to make him sleepless. He turned over and pressed Ding Miaomiao under his body.

Seeing his strength, Ding Miaomiao quickly begged for mercy and said, "forget it, can't I be wrong? Please forgive me, great Xia. I've just passed a little bit of fatigue. I won't toss today. Otherwise, my back will be sore this morning. "

"Back ache, back ache, you are not honest!" He murmured. Reluctantly, he got down from Ding Miaomiao and sat down on the bed. Suddenly, he thought of Jiangnan Yan and Zhang Liwei's dinner. He couldn't help thinking about it again.

"Why, are you a little worried?" Ding Miaomiao put his head on his thigh and asked with his face raised.

After breakfast, they went to work separately. When they got to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, they had a look at the time. After a little reflection, they decided to go to Chang Xiaomei's place to have a look. But when I got to the office, I saw that the door was open, and there was no one inside. I was standing at the door in a daze. The cleaning aunt, who was in charge of cleaning, came back with a mop.

"President Chang didn't come to work?" He asked.

Aunt cleaning also knew him and knew that he was the most popular person in the hospital, so she said politely, "I haven't been here these days. Today, I don't arrive at this time. It's estimated that it's enough. Under normal circumstances, vice president Chang is always the first one to come to the post. If you have something to do, go to the hospital office of the main building to find out."

He nodded, went downstairs in silence, and went back to his office. He took out his cell phone and dialed Chang Xiaomei's phone before anyone came. However, the phone was turned off.

This is really rare. People like Chang Xiaomei seldom turn off their phones. Is something wrong? He couldn't help getting nervous. He went out of the office, found a quiet place in the yard, and dialed Wei Xia.

Wei Xia should be having breakfast, and her daughter whimpered and didn't know what to say. When she talked about Chang Xiaomei's situation, Wei Xia also felt a little surprised, but she didn't take it seriously. She just said that she would contact her again during the day and was about to say a few more words, but Yingying's cry came from the receiver. Wei Xia quickly hung up the phone and went to work on her children.

Speaking from the bottom of his heart, at this time, he is very tangled, and even has no courage to say things like thinking about children. He feels a little shameless when he says those words. So he stood in the same place, sighed for a long time, turned and walked towards the building.Zheng Hui is cleaning the room, see him come in, skipping over, asked the teacher good. He answered vaguely. Just as he wanted to ask if there was any progress in those prescriptions, his mobile phone rang.

I thought it was Wei Xia's phone again, but when I saw the caller ID, it was Gao Zhizhen's number, so I quickly picked it up.

"Dongzi, my plane arrived at 9 a.m. and landed at the Provincial Airport at 10 a.m. What about? Would you like to meet my elder sister Gao Zhizhen is half joking and half serious.

"I have to go." He said, finished, asked the flight information, was about to go to the hospital office to call a car, but saw the director of the hospital office came in a hurry.

"Teacher Xie, the American patient is here. The Dean specially instructed us to arrange an ambulance to pick up the plane at the airport. In addition, I asked if you would like to go with me?"

He immediately said that he would go. After hearing this, the director of the hospital office told him to wait at the door, and the car started immediately. On one side, Zheng Hui learned that she was going to meet Professor Gao Zhizhen, and she had to go. Xie Dong had no choice but to take her. They rushed to the door, got on a business bus, and set off for the airport.

When I arrived at the airport, as soon as I stepped into the terminal building, I heard the information about the landing of the plane. After a while, I saw two men and a woman, three foreigners, pushing their wheelchairs out of the airport. Gao Zhizhen followed behind. It seemed that several people were talking about something.

Xie Dong quickly waved, Gao Zhizhen also saw him, so with a few Americans came to this side.

When you walk in, you can see that the American host sitting in the wheelchair is tall and strong, at least over 1.85, with silver gray hair, Eagle hook nose and blue eyes. He looks very handsome, but in Xie Dong's opinion, there seems to be no difference between European and American people over 30 and under 50, so you can't judge how old they are.

All the people went forward. The medical staff rushed the American elder brother to the ambulance, and the rest shook hands. Gao Zhizhen enthusiastically introduced: "Dongzi, the famous talk show host Mr. Smith just now." Then he pointed to a blonde, tall, plump woman and said, "this is his wife, Mrs. Smith."

Xie Dong quickly held out his hand to the woman with a smile. Because it was his first time to deal with a foreigner, he was still a little nervous and faltered a little: "Hello, Shi..."

seeing that he was a little stuck, Gao Zhizhen quickly added: "Smith." That's when he remembered.

"Welcome to China, Mrs. Smith."

The woman seemed a little hesitant, looked him up and down a few eyes, slowly stretched out a hand, very light grip, then released. He talked with a tall, thin man with a full face and beard in English for a few words. Then the man with a full face and beard suddenly said in fluent Chinese: "madam, Mr. Xie Dong should be an old Chinese medicine doctor. Why is he so young?"

To tell you the truth, if he had not seen and heard with his own eyes, Xie Dong could not believe that a foreigner's Chinese would be so fluent and standard, even close to the pronunciation of Putonghua.

He looked at the beard in a daze and forgot what others were saying.

But Gao Zhizhen explained with a smile: "the medical skill is superb, not necessarily very old. Mr. Xie Dong is the best TCM doctor in China at present."

That beard translated in English again, the woman just showed a little smile, but still a suspicious look, just slightly nodded to Xie Dong.

Seeing this, the director of the hospital office said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, let's get on the bus and talk as we walk."

On the way back, Xie Dong and Zheng Hui shared a business car with the three foreigners, while Gao Zhizhen was invited to another car by the director of the hospital office. The two cars started one after another, followed by an ambulance, and slowly left the airport.

Along the way, the bearded man asked Xie Dong many questions, such as how old he was, how many years he had been a doctor, what hospital he had been in in China, and even what professional title he had. Xie Dong answered them truthfully. After asking, the three foreigners began to chat in a low voice. At the beginning, they spoke in a low voice. From time to time, they peeped at Xie Dong and Zheng Hui. When they found that they were all at a loss, their voices gradually became a little higher. It's no use if it's not too high. Even if you speak with a loudspeaker, Xie Dong can't understand a word.

The expression on the woman's face became more and more dignified. Later, she didn't say anything at all. She just looked at the street view outside the car window in a daze, while beard looked at Xie Dong with a very strange look, which made him very unhappy.

When we arrived at the hospital, the president and secretary had already met at the gate. Of course, it was not for this American patient, but because Gao Zhizhen's status in the field of traditional Chinese medicine was too noble.

Xie Dong didn't move forward. He just stood far behind and was about to find a chance to talk to Gao Zhizhen. Unexpectedly, Zheng Hui quietly pulled him and whispered, "teacher, they don't believe you."

"How do you know?" He asked in surprise.

Zheng Hui's cunning smile: "to be exact, my English and German level are almost the same as my Chinese level, just pretending not to understand."