Super Monk

Zhao Fugui, Zheng Yue, ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu ate a large table full of food for seven or eight people. After a lunch, ye Qingzhu and ye Qingmei felt their round stomachs and frowned.

They have a constitution that they are not fat by nature, but now they feel uncomfortable after eating so much.

And after eating, ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu feel a little embarrassed. It's just like they haven't eaten any good food. It's a shame.

"It's only half past twelve. Have some tea. We'll leave at one o'clock and get to the airport in half an hour!" Seeing ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu, Zhao Fugui is afraid that they can't even walk now. He looks at the time and says.

"Well, let's have a rest first!" Ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu looked at each other. They said helplessly that it would be very difficult for them to get to the airport now.

"Rich and noble, I'll be busy. You can sit here for a while!" Zheng Yue said to Zhao Fugui, then nodded to Ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu, said hello, turned and walked out of the box.

At noon, the hall and box of No.1 shop are full. Now it's the busy time. Almost twenty pots of medicated food in the kitchen have disappeared and all appear on the guests' tables.

Although the temperature is not particularly hot now, it's not cold either. The guests all over the place are sweating, and they just enjoy themselves.

Zhao Fugui went out for a walk, and found that if the temperature dropped, Wan Village cuisine would be very popular with the stew in North China.

Zhao Fugui said that he went to see Mr. Ye this time, and then he went to find the stew master. If only he could invite several stew masters to get the secret recipe of stew.

When it was almost a little bit late, ye Qingzhu and ye Qingmei walked down slowly. They had to go to Changhe hotel to get their things. They couldn't rest any more, or they might not be able to catch the plane.

"Brother Zhao, can you take us to Changhe hotel to get something first?" Ye Qingmei said.

"OK, we can make it. Let's go now." Zhao Fugui looked at the time and said.

Zhao Fugui and Zheng Yue say hello, then take ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu to get on the bus and drive Knight 15 to Changhe hotel.

There was no peculiar smell in the carriage of Knight XV. Zhao Fugui's car was also very smooth. Although Ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu ate a lot of food, they didn't feel any discomfort. In a short time, Knight XV drove to Yanhe Avenue.

Driving up Yanjiang Avenue, Zhao Fugui looked into Chunjiang carefully. In the hot sun, there is no difference on the spring river. The ghost Qi and Yin force hide under the water to avoid the sun. The whole spring river can't see any difference in the daytime.

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter?" Ye Qingmei sits on the co pilot's seat and sees that Yu Guang in the corner of Zhao Fugui's eyes has been paying attention to Chunjiang. He asks in surprise.

"It's OK. Just look around. The scenery of Chunjiang is pretty good!" Zhao Fugui hit a ha ha to say, these matters even if said with leaf light eyebrow, she also don't understand. "Here we are. Go and get something. Hurry up. Time is a little tight!"

"Well, get something first!" Ye Qingzhu pushes open the car door and goes to the Changhe hotel. Zhao Fugui and ye Qingmei get off the car and go there.

What ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu put in the hotel are some clothes. They check out with their things. Zhao Fugui helps them pick up their things and drives to the airport when they get back in the car.

Chengdu airport side is generally half an hour in advance boarding, basically 15 minutes before the plane takes off to stop boarding.

When Zhao Fugui arrived here with Knight XV, it was not long before the boarding deadline. Three people got their tickets and changed their boarding passes, but somehow they caught the plane.

"Are we going to Bincheng?" Zhao Fugui asked when he got on the plane.

"Well, it's estimated that the capital of North China will arrive in less than an hour." Ye Qingmei said.

"Five or six hundred kilometers is not far. I'll have a rest. When I get there, you call me!" Zhao Fugui lay on the seat and soon began to close his eyes.

"There is an expert consultation over there this afternoon. I don't know if it has started yet." Watching Zhao Fugui start to close his eyes, ye Qingzhu said with a trace of worry on his face.

"It should be all right. If there is a result, Dr. Huang would have called us a long time ago." Ye Qingmei said.

Referring to doctor Huang, ye Qingzhu's face was a little ugly. After a while, she sighed and said, "I hope my grandfather will be OK!"

"Brother Zhao is a miracle doctor. If he goes, my grandfather will be fine." Ye Qingmei is very confident of Zhao Fugui and says with full confidence.

"As the saying goes, the medicine doctor can't die, the disease Buddha ferry has a predestined relationship with people, so I've lost my grandfather's body!" Ye Qingzhu said anxiously.

"Yes, my grandfather is eighty-seven years old!" The small face of leaf light eyebrow also dim down to say.

Ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu are really excellent. They are the focus everywhere they go. Even on the plane, some people want to chat up and ask for a phone number, but they are not in the mood to talk to these men. All the people who want to know refuse.Many rejected men on the plane looked at Zhao Fugui jealously. They didn't know how this guy had such a good life. They had two beautiful women to accompany him.

The plane landed at Bincheng International Airport in less than an hour. After getting off the plane, ye Qingzhu and ye Qingmei took Zhao Fugui to a taxi and rushed to Bincheng people's hospital.

Bincheng people's hospital is not only the largest hospital in Bincheng, but also the hospital with the highest medical level and medical equipment. Mr. Ye has lived here since last year. Although the medical expenses are high, they never let him leave.

With Ye's physical condition, I'm afraid it won't work once I leave the hospital.

There are so many patients in the hospital that even the corridor is full of beds. In many wards, some family members' quilts and clothes are piled up. It seems that there are many people who accompany them in the evening.

But ye didn't live in the corridor. Maybe he had acquaintances in the hospital. Ye was arranged in an intensive care unit with good environment.

Mr. Ye is lying on the hospital bed with a breathing mask on his face. He is breathing oxygen. The patients in the two nearby beds are in the same condition. The patient's family members are watching by the window, frowning.

As soon as Zhao Fugui saw the old man's condition, he frowned. The old man was lifeless, and was already terminally ill.

"Green bamboo, I haven't seen you these two days. Is the company very busy? Call me if you need help, and I'll help you! "

Not long after they came in, a doctor in his twenties and thirties came in. When he saw Ye Qingzhu, the doctor's eyes lit up and said.