Chapter 8
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At about 7:30 p.m., the rain stopped. Qi Yan put on his shoes and said to the three people sitting on the stool, "let's go now."
"Good, good." Du Dong hurriedly followed. He didn't even wear his shoes. He hurriedly dragged his heels and followed up. The assistant behind him carefully covered the door for Qi Yan.
"Master, don't you bring some tools?" Du Dong looked at Qi Yan's empty hands. "We still need to buy something. Just ask, and we'll buy it."
"What to buy?" Qi Yan pressed the elevator button and turned to Du Dongdao. "We don't have to shoot TV dramas, nor do we have to subdue demons and demons, so we don't need peach wood sword and compass."
Du Dong looked in admiration. An expert is an expert. He works so calmly.
As a self-made businessman, Du Dong is quite a local tyrant in his hobby of cars. Qi Yan looked at the brand and model of the car. The price is about three or four million yuan. It looks like a very valuable look.
"Master, please." the assistant opened the door for Qi Yan.
After Qi Yan sat in, he smelled a faint smell of mint in the car. He looked around and found several Mint scented sachets in the car.
"My daughter put these. She said it's hot in summer. People are easy to get sleepy. It's not easy for the driver to be distracted when driving." Du Dong saw Qi Yan's eyes fall on the mint sachet and smiled with pride. "The child has been filial, good grades and good manners since childhood..."
But thinking of his daughter lying in the hospital, Du Dong's voice choked and couldn't go on.
Qi Yan saw him like this, his face was slightly slow, and advised him, "Mr. Du, don't worry, your daughter will be fine."
"Master Xie Jiyan," said Du Dongchao Qi Yan with a smile worse than crying, "as long as they are all right, I will do anything."
Hearing this, Qi Yan didn't say anything more, but looked down at his palm. His palmprint was very clear without any messy lines. The old man once said that his palmprint was a noble life, and he didn't see where he was.
A doctor does not cure himself, and a fortune teller cannot calculate his own destiny. However, Qi Yan doesn't care about his future fate. When people live in the world, they only have expectations when they are unknown. If they don't even have expectations, what's the difference between life and a backwater?
Du Dong's home is a two-story villa. The grass and flowers in the villa are very messy. It seems that he hasn't taken care of it for some time. Entering the house, it gives people a cold feeling of no popularity, and the curtains are tightly drawn, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"Let the master laugh, because I've been staying in the company and the hospital recently, and I haven't taken care of all my homes," Du Dong smiled awkwardly, pressed the switch in the corner, and suddenly the whole room was lit up.
In terms of decoration style, the Du family has more taste than the Yang family, but Qi Yan never thought that he would see a Tang tri colored ornament on the Yang family's Baibao price.
Tang Tri Color is a famous variety among cultural relics, but it is really not suitable to put it at home, let alone in the living room. In ancient times, this thing belonged to the category of sacrificial objects. Only the dead could use it, and there was no reason for the living to use it.
"Mr. Du is a collector?" Qi Yan pointed to the three colors of the Tang Dynasty and a piece of flawed jade beside it. Both of them emit a cold black air.
"Where, I'm a rough man and don't study these things," Du Dong shook his head. "It was sent by two friends when my mother was celebrating her birthday a few months ago."
"Oh," Qi yanruo thought, "friends in business?"
"Yes," Du Dong nodded. "They are all partners. I heard that these two things are very valuable. If I don't show them, I can't afford my friends."
"Then your two friends are very generous," Qi Yan lowered his eyelids and said slightly, "even the real products are willing to give you."
Du Dong noticed something wrong with this, "master, are these two things... Wrong?"
Qi Yan didn't directly say there was a problem, but said, "I think these two things are fine workmanship, authentic and of research value. If Mr. Du is willing, he can donate them to the museum, which is also a merit."
Du Dong was stunned for a moment, and then promised: "yes, it's right to hand over the cultural relics to the state."
"Mr. Du is a generous man." Qi Yan smiled and turned to walk upstairs. The upstairs layout is good, and the furnishings are not a big problem, but he always feels that this place seems to have a bad spirit.
He looked back at Du Dong who followed him. "Mr. Du, go and stand on the stairs."
Du Dong obediently stepped back to the corner of the stairs and stood. Then he saw master Qi's right hand making a strange posture. He was in a trance and saw that there seemed to be a few wisps of white fog in each other's hands, but it seemed that he was dazzled.
Qi Yan felt in the gap of the stair handrail and took out a yellow paper folded into a triangle. He could vaguely smell the smell of blood and body oil.
"Master, what is this?" Du Dong didn't expect that there would be these things in his home. He shrunk his chubby neck and subconsciously felt uneasy.
"It's not a good thing." Qi Yan pinched it with his hand. The yellow paper seemed to have been burned by fire and turned into fine pieces of paper. These pieces of paper lay in Qi Yan's hand, and none of them fell to the ground. "Go and pour me a bowl of vinegar."
When Du Dong heard the speech, he quickly turned and ran downstairs to the kitchen. His vigorous posture was not like that of a man like him.
In less than two minutes, he poured a bowl of vinegar and brought it to Qi Yan. Qi Yan glanced at him and said, "hold it steady, don't move." then he threw the paper in his palm into the vinegar bowl. The paper went into the vinegar, which was like an underwater oil pan, making a hissing sound, which almost made Du Dong spit out.
He reluctantly suppressed his desire to vomit and looked at the master. He found that the master had stood several steps away from him. It seemed that he had expected that the smell of this thing would not smell very good.
But is there such a big chemical reaction when paper is thrown into vinegar?
It seems a little unscientific, huh?
But although the master had a gentle and easy-going face, he didn't mean to solve his doubts at all. He just glanced at the smelly vinegar in his hand and said, "pour it to the west of your corner, and then bow to it three times."
Du Dong still obeyed, probably frightened by the master's hand. When he bowed, he was especially pious, but he didn't kneel down directly.
Qi Yan stood at the gate and watched him quietly. After all this, he said, "Feng Shui in your family is very good. There's no problem. It's the two cultural relics. Donate them as soon as possible." as for the so-called friend calculating behind his back, it's not what Feng Shui wants to manage.
Du Donglian promised to drive Qi Yan downstairs in person before returning to his home. Then he contacted the person in charge of the cultural relics museum overnight. The next morning, after the staff of the museum went to work, he couldn't wait to donate the two things in his hand and returned to the car with a lot of souvenirs from the museum.
Not long after he got home, he received a call from the hospital saying that his wife's condition had improved. He contacted his mother's doctor and finally had time for surgery.
After hanging up, Du Dong wiped his eyes and hurried to the hospital.
Two days later, Qi Yan received a text message from the bank. There was a million more in his account. He is not surprised at this. If the man named Du Dong can find out where he lives, he must also find out his bank account.
The other party gave him such a large sum of money at this time. It seems that his family's condition has eased.
"I just like such honest people," Qi Yan opened a credible charity and transferred 100000 yuan.
"Accumulate blessings, cherish blessings."
"I tell you, the patient in bed 24 is awake."
"Really?"
"Doesn't it mean that you are in a coma for unknown reasons and may become a vegetable?"
"I don't know what's going on. When I went to change the dressing for the patient, it seemed that her husband said that he met some expert and someone framed him. I listened to these words. Don't go out."
"Don't worry, certainly not. But is there really any so-called expert?"
"Come on, you're still a nurse. Can you believe these things?"
In the evening, when Liang Feng passed the nurse station, he heard the nurse's conversation. However, when these nurses saw him coming, they closed their mouths and dared not speak any more. They knew Liang Feng and knew that he was the assistant of a big man in the VIP ward, so their attitude was particularly careful.
Liang Feng smiled at them. Without saying anything else, he turned and walked in the other direction.
The VIP ward is the quietest place on this floor, so the more you go in, the quieter it will be. He knocked on the door and heard a voice inside. Then he opened the door and raised the document in his hand: "Mr. Cen, this is the report of the public for the past two days."
The man sitting on the hospital bed glanced at him, his pale face with a morbid red, "take it." after saying these three words, he began to cough violently.
"Cen, the doctor said you need to rest." Liang Feng put the document in the man's hand, and the expression on his face disagreed.
The man ignored him. After turning over the documents, he signed one of them and put the other aside.
"The body is like this. What's the difference between being quiet and resting." the man's lip color is light, but his face is still very beautiful.
Liang Feng knew that it was no use talking, so he could only be silent in the end.
He looked out of the dark window and couldn't help thinking that maybe God was really jealous of talents, so God gave Cen the appearance, prominent family affairs and excellent ability that countless people were infatuated with, but didn't give him a healthy body.
There is no perfection in life.
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At about 7:30 p.m., the rain stopped. Qi Yan put on his shoes and said to the three people sitting on the stool, "let's go now."
"Good, good." Du Dong hurriedly followed. He didn't even wear his shoes. He hurriedly dragged his heels and followed up. The assistant behind him carefully covered the door for Qi Yan.
"Master, don't you bring some tools?" Du Dong looked at Qi Yan's empty hands. "We still need to buy something. Just ask, and we'll buy it."
"What to buy?" Qi Yan pressed the elevator button and turned to Du Dongdao. "We don't have to shoot TV dramas, nor do we have to subdue demons and demons, so we don't need peach wood sword and compass."
Du Dong looked in admiration. An expert is an expert. He works so calmly.
As a self-made businessman, Du Dong is quite a local tyrant in his hobby of cars. Qi Yan looked at the brand and model of the car. The price is about three or four million yuan. It looks like a very valuable look.
"Master, please." the assistant opened the door for Qi Yan.
After Qi Yan sat in, he smelled a faint smell of mint in the car. He looked around and found several Mint scented sachets in the car.
"My daughter put these. She said it's hot in summer. People are easy to get sleepy. It's not easy for the driver to be distracted when driving." Du Dong saw Qi Yan's eyes fall on the mint sachet and smiled with pride. "The child has been filial, good grades and good manners since childhood..."
But thinking of his daughter lying in the hospital, Du Dong's voice choked and couldn't go on.
Qi Yan saw him like this, his face was slightly slow, and advised him, "Mr. Du, don't worry, your daughter will be fine."
"Master Xie Jiyan," said Du Dongchao Qi Yan with a smile worse than crying, "as long as they are all right, I will do anything."
Hearing this, Qi Yan didn't say anything more, but looked down at his palm. His palmprint was very clear without any messy lines. The old man once said that his palmprint was a noble life, and he didn't see where he was.
A doctor does not cure himself, and a fortune teller cannot calculate his own destiny. However, Qi Yan doesn't care about his future fate. When people live in the world, they only have expectations when they are unknown. If they don't even have expectations, what's the difference between life and a backwater?
Du Dong's home is a two-story villa. The grass and flowers in the villa are very messy. It seems that he hasn't taken care of it for some time. Entering the house, it gives people a cold feeling of no popularity, and the curtains are tightly drawn, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"Let the master laugh, because I've been staying in the company and the hospital recently, and I haven't taken care of all my homes," Du Dong smiled awkwardly, pressed the switch in the corner, and suddenly the whole room was lit up.
In terms of decoration style, the Du family has more taste than the Yang family, but Qi Yan never thought that he would see a Tang tri colored ornament on the Yang family's Baibao price.
Tang Tri Color is a famous variety among cultural relics, but it is really not suitable to put it at home, let alone in the living room. In ancient times, this thing belonged to the category of sacrificial objects. Only the dead could use it, and there was no reason for the living to use it.
"Mr. Du is a collector?" Qi Yan pointed to the three colors of the Tang Dynasty and a piece of flawed jade beside it. Both of them emit a cold black air.
"Where, I'm a rough man and don't study these things," Du Dong shook his head. "It was sent by two friends when my mother was celebrating her birthday a few months ago."
"Oh," Qi yanruo thought, "friends in business?"
"Yes," Du Dong nodded. "They are all partners. I heard that these two things are very valuable. If I don't show them, I can't afford my friends."
"Then your two friends are very generous," Qi Yan lowered his eyelids and said slightly, "even the real products are willing to give you."
Du Dong noticed something wrong with this, "master, are these two things... Wrong?"
Qi Yan didn't directly say there was a problem, but said, "I think these two things are fine workmanship, authentic and of research value. If Mr. Du is willing, he can donate them to the museum, which is also a merit."
Du Dong was stunned for a moment, and then promised: "yes, it's right to hand over the cultural relics to the state."
"Mr. Du is a generous man." Qi Yan smiled and turned to walk upstairs. The upstairs layout is good, and the furnishings are not a big problem, but he always feels that this place seems to have a bad spirit.
He looked back at Du Dong who followed him. "Mr. Du, go and stand on the stairs."
Du Dong obediently stepped back to the corner of the stairs and stood. Then he saw master Qi's right hand making a strange posture. He was in a trance and saw that there seemed to be a few wisps of white fog in each other's hands, but it seemed that he was dazzled.
Qi Yan felt in the gap of the stair handrail and took out a yellow paper folded into a triangle. He could vaguely smell the smell of blood and body oil.
"Master, what is this?" Du Dong didn't expect that there would be these things in his home. He shrunk his chubby neck and subconsciously felt uneasy.
"It's not a good thing." Qi Yan pinched it with his hand. The yellow paper seemed to have been burned by fire and turned into fine pieces of paper. These pieces of paper lay in Qi Yan's hand, and none of them fell to the ground. "Go and pour me a bowl of vinegar."
When Du Dong heard the speech, he quickly turned and ran downstairs to the kitchen. His vigorous posture was not like that of a man like him.
In less than two minutes, he poured a bowl of vinegar and brought it to Qi Yan. Qi Yan glanced at him and said, "hold it steady, don't move." then he threw the paper in his palm into the vinegar bowl. The paper went into the vinegar, which was like an underwater oil pan, making a hissing sound, which almost made Du Dong spit out.
He reluctantly suppressed his desire to vomit and looked at the master. He found that the master had stood several steps away from him. It seemed that he had expected that the smell of this thing would not smell very good.
But is there such a big chemical reaction when paper is thrown into vinegar?
It seems a little unscientific, huh?
But although the master had a gentle and easy-going face, he didn't mean to solve his doubts at all. He just glanced at the smelly vinegar in his hand and said, "pour it to the west of your corner, and then bow to it three times."
Du Dong still obeyed, probably frightened by the master's hand. When he bowed, he was especially pious, but he didn't kneel down directly.
Qi Yan stood at the gate and watched him quietly. After all this, he said, "Feng Shui in your family is very good. There's no problem. It's the two cultural relics. Donate them as soon as possible." as for the so-called friend calculating behind his back, it's not what Feng Shui wants to manage.
Du Donglian promised to drive Qi Yan downstairs in person before returning to his home. Then he contacted the person in charge of the cultural relics museum overnight. The next morning, after the staff of the museum went to work, he couldn't wait to donate the two things in his hand and returned to the car with a lot of souvenirs from the museum.
Not long after he got home, he received a call from the hospital saying that his wife's condition had improved. He contacted his mother's doctor and finally had time for surgery.
After hanging up, Du Dong wiped his eyes and hurried to the hospital.
Two days later, Qi Yan received a text message from the bank. There was a million more in his account. He is not surprised at this. If the man named Du Dong can find out where he lives, he must also find out his bank account.
The other party gave him such a large sum of money at this time. It seems that his family's condition has eased.
"I just like such honest people," Qi Yan opened a credible charity and transferred 100000 yuan.
"Accumulate blessings, cherish blessings."
"I tell you, the patient in bed 24 is awake."
"Really?"
"Doesn't it mean that you are in a coma for unknown reasons and may become a vegetable?"
"I don't know what's going on. When I went to change the dressing for the patient, it seemed that her husband said that he met some expert and someone framed him. I listened to these words. Don't go out."
"Don't worry, certainly not. But is there really any so-called expert?"
"Come on, you're still a nurse. Can you believe these things?"
In the evening, when Liang Feng passed the nurse station, he heard the nurse's conversation. However, when these nurses saw him coming, they closed their mouths and dared not speak any more. They knew Liang Feng and knew that he was the assistant of a big man in the VIP ward, so their attitude was particularly careful.
Liang Feng smiled at them. Without saying anything else, he turned and walked in the other direction.
The VIP ward is the quietest place on this floor, so the more you go in, the quieter it will be. He knocked on the door and heard a voice inside. Then he opened the door and raised the document in his hand: "Mr. Cen, this is the report of the public for the past two days."
The man sitting on the hospital bed glanced at him, his pale face with a morbid red, "take it." after saying these three words, he began to cough violently.
"Cen, the doctor said you need to rest." Liang Feng put the document in the man's hand, and the expression on his face disagreed.
The man ignored him. After turning over the documents, he signed one of them and put the other aside.
"The body is like this. What's the difference between being quiet and resting." the man's lip color is light, but his face is still very beautiful.
Liang Feng knew that it was no use talking, so he could only be silent in the end.
He looked out of the dark window and couldn't help thinking that maybe God was really jealous of talents, so God gave Cen the appearance, prominent family affairs and excellent ability that countless people were infatuated with, but didn't give him a healthy body.
There is no perfection in life.
At about 7:30 p.m., the rain stopped. Qi Yan put on his shoes and said to the three people sitting on the stool, "let's go now.""Good, good." Du Dong hurriedly followed. He didn't even wear his shoes. He hurriedly dragged his heels and followed up. The assistant behind him carefully covered the door for Qi Yan."Master, don't you bring some tools?" Du Dong looked at Qi Yan's empty hands. "We still need to buy something. Just ask, and we'll buy it.""What to buy?" Qi Yan pressed the elevator button and turned to Du Dongdao. "We don't have to shoot TV dramas, nor do we have to subdue demons and demons, so we don't need peach wood sword and compass."Du Dong looked in admiration. An expert is an expert. He works so calmly.As a self-made businessman, Du Dong is quite a local tyrant in his hobby of cars. Qi Yan looked at the brand and model of the car. The price is about three or four million yuan. It looks like a very valuable look."Master, please." the assistant opened the door for Qi Yan.After Qi Yan sat in, he smelled a faint smell of mint in the car. He looked around and found several Mint scented sachets in the car."My daughter put these. She said it's hot in summer. People are easy to get sleepy. It's not easy for the driver to be distracted when driving." Du Dong saw Qi Yan's eyes fall on the mint sachet and smiled with pride. "The child has been filial, good grades and good manners since childhood..."But thinking of his daughter lying in the hospital, Du Dong's voice choked and couldn't go on.Qi Yan saw him like this, his face was slightly slow, and advised him, "Mr. Du, don't worry, your daughter will be fine.""Master Xie Jiyan," said Du Dongchao Qi Yan with a smile worse than crying, "as long as they are all right, I will do anything."Hearing this, Qi Yan didn't say anything more, but looked down at his palm. His palmprint was very clear without any messy lines. The old man once said that his palmprint was a noble life, and he didn't see where he was.A doctor does not cure himself, and a fortune teller cannot calculate his own destiny. However, Qi Yan doesn't care about his future fate. When people live in the world, they only have expectations when they are unknown. If they don't even have expectations, what's the difference between life and a backwater?Du Dong's home is a two-story villa. The grass and flowers in the villa are very messy. It seems that he hasn't taken care of it for some time. Entering the house, it gives people a cold feeling of no popularity, and the curtains are tightly drawn, which makes people feel very uncomfortable."Let the master laugh, because I've been staying in the company and the hospital recently, and I haven't taken care of all my homes," Du Dong smiled awkwardly, pressed the switch in the corner, and suddenly the whole room was lit up.In terms of decoration style, the Du family has more taste than the Yang family, but Qi Yan never thought that he would see a Tang tri colored ornament on the Yang family's Baibao price.Tang Tri Color is a famous variety among cultural relics, but it is really not suitable to put it at home, let alone in the living room. In ancient times, this thing belonged to the category of sacrificial objects. Only the dead could use it, and there was no reason for the living to use it."Mr. Du is a collector?" Qi Yan pointed to the three colors of the Tang Dynasty and a piece of flawed jade beside it. Both of them emit a cold black air."Where, I'm a rough man and don't study these things," Du Dong shook his head. "It was sent by two friends when my mother was celebrating her birthday a few months ago.""Oh," Qi yanruo thought, "friends in business?""Yes," Du Dong nodded. "They are all partners. I heard that these two things are very valuable. If I don't show them, I can't afford my friends.""Then your two friends are very generous," Qi Yan lowered his eyelids and said slightly, "even the real products are willing to give you."Du Dong noticed something wrong with this, "master, are these two things... Wrong?"Qi Yan didn't directly say there was a problem, but said, "I think these two things are fine workmanship, authentic and of research value. If Mr. Du is willing, he can donate them to the museum, which is also a merit."Du Dong was stunned for a moment, and then promised: "yes, it's right to hand over the cultural relics to the state.""Mr. Du is a generous man." Qi Yan smiled and turned to walk upstairs. The upstairs layout is good, and the furnishings are not a big problem, but he always feels that this place seems to have a bad spirit.He looked back at Du Dong who followed him. "Mr. Du, go and stand on the stairs."Du Dong obediently stepped back to the corner of the stairs and stood. Then he saw master Qi's right hand making a strange posture. He was in a trance and saw that there seemed to be a few wisps of white fog in each other's hands, but it seemed that he was dazzled.Qi Yan felt in the gap of the stair handrail and took out a yellow paper folded into a triangle. He could vaguely smell the smell of blood and body oil."Master, what is this?" Du Dong didn't expect that there would be these things in his home. He shrunk his chubby neck and subconsciously felt uneasy."It's not a good thing." Qi Yan pinched it with his hand. The yellow paper seemed to have been burned by fire and turned into fine pieces of paper. These pieces of paper lay in Qi Yan's hand, and none of them fell to the ground. "Go and pour me a bowl of vinegar."When Du Dong heard the speech, he quickly turned and ran downstairs to the kitchen. His vigorous posture was not like that of a man like him.In less than two minutes, he poured a bowl of vinegar and brought it to Qi Yan. Qi Yan glanced at him and said, "hold it steady, don't move." then he threw the paper in his palm into the vinegar bowl. The paper went into the vinegar, which was like an underwater oil pan, making a hissing sound, which almost made Du Dong spit out.He reluctantly suppressed his desire to vomit and looked at the master. He found that the master had stood several steps away from him. It seemed that he had expected that the smell of this thing would not smell very good.But is there such a big chemical reaction when paper is thrown into vinegar?It seems a little unscientific, huh?But although the master had a gentle and easy-going face, he didn't mean to solve his doubts at all. He just glanced at the smelly vinegar in his hand and said, "pour it to the west of your corner, and then bow to it three times."Du Dong still obeyed, probably frightened by the master's hand. When he bowed, he was especially pious, but he didn't kneel down directly.Qi Yan stood at the gate and watched him quietly. After all this, he said, "Feng Shui in your family is very good. There's no problem. It's the two cultural relics. Donate them as soon as possible." as for the so-called friend calculating behind his back, it's not what Feng Shui wants to manage.Du Donglian promised to drive Qi Yan downstairs in person before returning to his home. Then he contacted the person in charge of the cultural relics museum overnight. The next morning, after the staff of the museum went to work, he couldn't wait to donate the two things in his hand and returned to the car with a lot of souvenirs from the museum.Not long after he got home, he received a call from the hospital saying that his wife's condition had improved. He contacted his mother's doctor and finally had time for surgery.After hanging up, Du Dong wiped his eyes and hurried to the hospital.Two days later, Qi Yan received a text message from the bank. There was a million more in his account. He is not surprised at this. If the man named Du Dong can find out where he lives, he must also find out his bank account.The other party gave him such a large sum of money at this time. It seems that his family's condition has eased."I just like such honest people," Qi Yan opened a credible charity and transferred 100000 yuan."Accumulate blessings, cherish blessings.""I tell you, the patient in bed 24 is awake.""Really?""Doesn't it mean that you are in a coma for unknown reasons and may become a vegetable?""I don't know what's going on. When I went to change the dressing for the patient, it seemed that her husband said that he met some expert and someone framed him. I listened to these words. Don't go out.""Don't worry, certainly not. But is there really any so-called expert?""Come on, you're still a nurse. Can you believe these things?"In the evening, when Liang Feng passed the nurse station, he heard the nurse's conversation. However, when these nurses saw him coming, they closed their mouths and dared not speak any more. They knew Liang Feng and knew that he was the assistant of a big man in the VIP ward, so their attitude was particularly careful.Liang Feng smiled at them. Without saying anything else, he turned and walked in the other direction.The VIP ward is the quietest place on this floor, so the more you go in, the quieter it will be. He knocked on the door and heard a voice inside. Then he opened the door and raised the document in his hand: "Mr. Cen, this is the report of the public for the past two days."The man sitting on the hospital bed glanced at him, his pale face with a morbid red, "take it." after saying these three words, he began to cough violently."Cen, the doctor said you need to rest." Liang Feng put the document in the man's hand, and the expression on his face disagreed.The man ignored him. After turning over the documents, he signed one of them and put the other aside."The body is like this. What's the difference between being quiet and resting." the man's lip color is light, but his face is still very beautiful.Liang Feng knew that it was no use talking, so he could only be silent in the end.He looked out of the dark window and couldn't help thinking that maybe God was really jealous of talents, so God gave Cen the appearance, prominent family affairs and excellent ability that countless people were infatuated with, but didn't give him a healthy body.There is no perfection in life.
