Please Put on Your Vest, Madam

"Yinyin, you are misunderstood, Professor Lu is here to see Grandpa's condition."

Wei Song gently pulled La Xueyin's clothes, and he said softly.

He knew that Lu Qingyi was very good, but he didn't expect that she would even have medical skills.

"Ah, aren't you a professor?"

Xue Yin was a little surprised to see Lu Qingyi. She had heard what Wei Song said about Lu Qingyi's teaching deeds and Lu Qingyi's personality characteristics.

I know that Lu Qingyi is particularly powerful.

"Now a student."

Lu Qingyi lazily put her hands in her trouser pockets, she said casually.

Xue Yin: "..."

What's the meaning?

She sounded a little confused.

"Professor Lu came to the medical school for the college entrance examination this year, and now he belongs to our Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Wei Song explained to Xue Yin.

Let alone Xue Yin, when he saw Lu Qingyi in the office, he was frightened.

He had been wondering if he had the same name and surname before, but he didn't expect that it would really be Lu Qingyi.

They didn't have any lessons until the end of the military training, and he really didn't know how to teach them now.

What he wants to teach, Lu Qingyi can do. Although he is a professor at the medical school, he teaches mathematics.

He didn't know much about that kind of medicine, so he felt that he couldn't teach Lu Qingyi.

If he doesn't speak well then, will Lu Qingyi give him a chalk head directly?

Xue Yin: "..."

She looked at Lu Qingyi with a complicated expression, could those powerful people do whatever they want?

"Let me see."

Standing with some numb legs, Lu Qingyi motioned to the old man on the hospital bed with his chin.

"Oh oh oh, look at you..."

Xue Yin actually didn't hold much hope. Lu Qingyi, a professor, shouldn't be particularly in-depth if he knows medical skills?

Lu Qingyi walked in. When she saw the old man on the hospital bed, her pupils suddenly shrank, and the fundus of her eyes was unbelievable.

"Master."

Lu Qingyi murmured softly.

The voice was so small that neither Wei Song nor Xue Yin could hear it clearly.

The man lying on the hospital bed is called Xue Changguang, a painter, and a very famous painter.

He can be ranked internationally. He hasn't picked up his pen and painted for many years. Lu Qingyi is his only apprentice.

He has a weird personality and does not accept disciples, but when he saw Lu Qingyi a few years ago, he accepted Lu Qingyi by exception.

He never touched the pen, only guided Lu Qingyi by his side, and Lu Qingyi had never seen Xue Changguang paint.

I haven't seen him in isolation for more than a year. The old man is getting older and his hair is gray.

Lu Qingyi sighed lightly, she gently pulsed on Xue Changguang's hand.

"How's it going?"

Hearing Lu Qingyi sigh, Wei Song thought that Lu Qingyi had nothing to do.

He seemed extremely anxious all over.

"It is normal for a person to have physical problems when he is old. Tomorrow I will give him a needle and take a medicated bath. It should be almost the same."

Lu Qingyi looked at Wei Song and Xue Yin and said with a particularly relaxed tone.

Where surgery is needed, only acupuncture and medicated baths can handle it.

Xue Changguang's physical problems are not serious, and his body is prone to problems when he grows old.

"Are you sure you are not kidding?"

Xue Yin was actually a little bit unbelievable.

There is no doctor who can tell what kind of illness her grandfather has, only that they are helpless.

I didn't expect Lu Qingyi to speak so easily.

"No, you can go through the discharge formalities."

Lu Qingyi said lightly, and then walked out first.

Xue Changguang must be cured.

"Ah Song..."

Xue Yin looked at Wei Song, and she couldn't make up her mind for a while.

Do you believe it or not?

"President Lu said that Professor Lu would have a way."

Wei Song said that the implication is to believe in Lu Qingyi.

"Yin Yin..."

On the hospital bed, Xue Changguang opened his eyes, his voice was abnormally weak.

I'm getting older and my body isn't strong anymore.

"Grandpa, are you awake?"

Xue Yin hurried to pour Xuan Changguang a glass of water, helped Xue Changguang up, and fed him water.

"You call this..."

Xue Changguang took out an old piece of paper from his pocket, which was already crumpled and crumpled.

"what is this?"

Xue Yin took the piece of paper in Xue Changguang's hand, and she unfolded it. Inside was a string of numbers, one or two of which had been blurred.

It can be seen that this piece of paper Xue Changguang has been preserved for a long time and is very old.

"phone number."

Xue Changguang closed his eyes gently, his tone was particularly weak.

"Grandpa, this..."

Xue Yin held the piece of paper and looked at Xue Changguang with a little hesitation.

Two digits in the number were blurred, and she couldn't see exactly what the blurred number was.

Wei Song stepped forward and glanced at the piece of paper, and shook his head at Xue Yin.

The number on the piece of paper is definitely the most important person. If you tell the old man that two numbers are blurred at this time, the old man may suddenly lose his spiritual sustenance.

"Find her and say sorry for me."

Xue Changguang looked at Xue Yin slowly.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the girl's sullen expression filled his mind.

"she?"

Xue Yin lowered her eyes to look at Xue Changguang in confusion, she didn't understand what Xue Changguang meant.

His grandfather has always been pure-hearted, and seems to have never felt sorry for anyone.

"I have bought the painting and hung it in my room. I will return it to her in time."

Xue Changguang didn't answer Xue Yin's words, he spoke slowly.

The voice was very light and light, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

In the past two years, he kept saving money and donating money, and finally he collected enough money to buy back the painting.

"Grandpa, you bought that painting for 100 million."

Xue Yin opened his mouth wide and looked at his grandfather in disbelief.

She knew that her grandfather used to be a painter and loved painting especially, but his grandfather stopped writing a long time ago.

Grandpa bought a painting half a year ago and bought it for 100 million. His special treasure hung in his room. He would watch it every day and wipe it every day.

She doesn't know how to paint, only knows that the painting looks very good and very lifelike.

She even knew that her grandfather bought the painting he had left before and sold a house in order to collect money.

It's just a painting. Xue Yin really didn't know why Xue Changguang had to spend so much money to buy the painting back.

"If one hundred million can be forgiven, then I think it's worth it."

A smile appeared at the corner of Xue Changguang's mouth, and he spoke slowly.

He Xue Changguang has been upright and upright throughout his life, and he has never done something sorry for people. If one hundred million can be exchanged for a forgiveness.

Then he felt that the painting was of special value. The painting was not his, but he secretly sold the painting because of lack of money.

He has been very guilty.