Chapter 108
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Through a door, but I saw everything.
Including the identity of the people outside.
The Dean was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the girl: "Miss Ying, do you want to..."
Although Ying Zijin did not deliberately conceal his identity, Shaoren hospital kept it secret.
After all, it's their boss, not their employees.
It's not easy to find the dean's office and prove the identity of the person who came.
"Nothing." Ying Zijin takes back the line of sight, finger lightly knocked to knock table, "let him come in."
With the permission, the Dean got up and went to open the door.
Unexpectedly, outside the door stood a man wrapped up in a very solid.
It's April, and I'm wearing a mask and a hat.
Only a pair of eyes, is a rare dark blue, the sea is generally far-reaching and vast.
But he is tall and straight, even if it is covered very tightly, it is difficult to hide his outstanding temperament.
Yuanzhen and Yueshi are elegant and profound.
The dean is a Leng again: "excuse me you are?"
The man took off his mask and showed his face.
Three dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows and eyes.
Beautiful faces that people are familiar with, even can be seen everywhere on the street.
"What movie king are you?" After staring at the man for a long time, the Dean suddenly got excited, "is it right to call him Shang Yao?"
Shang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded with a smile: "so you know me, too."
He is a post-95, and his active fans are all students. Most of the older generation don't know him.
"Yes, of course." The president patted his thigh happily, "my daughter likes you all the time. She shouts to me at home every day and even pulls me to make a list for you."
Shang Yao's smile, no ordinary star's shelf, very gentle: "thank you for your love."
"Shang Yingdi, can..." The Dean hurriedly looked for paper and pen and handed them to him, "can you sign my daughter's name?"
Just a few days later, his daughter's birthday is coming.
If you get Shang Yaozhi's signature, the present he sent this time will surely be better than his wife's.
My daughter would like him better.
Without refusing, Shang Yao asked, "what's your daughter's name? I'll write her a special signature. "
The dean said a name happily.
Shang Yaozhi took up his pen and wrote it seriously.
His handwriting is as good as his own.
After writing, he handed the paper to the dean.
The Dean folded the signature carefully and received it in his pocket.
Good. It's done.
Shang Yaozhi clenched his fist to cover his lips and coughed again.
His face was a little pale, not as radiant as the advertisement screen, and there was a light and tired color between his eyebrows and eyes.
"Shang Yingdi, the miracle doctor you are looking for is Miss Ying." The Dean was worried, "what's the matter with you?"
"Miss Ying?" Shang Yao looks at the girl, surprised by her youth.
But he didn't ask anything, just hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "Miss Ying, if you can, I'd like to invite you --"
his words have not been finished.
"There's something wrong with your vocal cords." Ying Zijin's hand turned to pen, and his voice was slow and slow. "At first, he just couldn't sing. Later, he was so serious that he couldn't even speak his lines."
"So, you have to choose to rest and push off all the business."
The Dean was stunned.
No.
Even if traditional Chinese medicine has the saying of "looking, hearing, asking and cutting", it's not as if we just look at it and know everything, right?
Shang Yaozhi's expression gradually subsided. After a while, he sighed: "Miss Ying is really a miracle doctor. Everything is as you said."
A month ago, his vocal cords suddenly broke, making him unable to sing.
The star's trace is always watched, female stars go to the hospital, can burst the news of pregnancy.
Naturally, he went quietly.
However, no matter the doctors in the major hospitals in Shanghai or the imperial capital could see the underlying cause of his illness, they just prescribed him ordinary medicine for his throat.
But after he went back to eat, the vocal cords became worse and worse.
Ordinary speaking is OK. If you say lines in a joke, your strength is not enough.
For a movie king, it's no doubt that he's going to interrupt his star journey.
His agent is also very anxious, so he also contacted foreign doctors, but it will take a while to come.
It was because Shang Yaozhi listened to the doctor's recommendation in the first hospital that he came to Shaoren hospital.
I didn't expect that I met the miracle doctor by chance.
Ying Zijin nodded: "it's not a big problem, but you shouldn't take those medicine."
Shang Yaozhi coughed again and said with a bitter smile, "I just didn't expect that. Can miss Ying cure me?""Well." Ying Zijin took a piece of paper and wrote a prescription, "go down to get the medicine, boil it by yourself, and come back seven days later."
The Dean looked over and found that the prescriptions were all common herbs, and there was nothing special about them.
He scratched his head, thinking that he would never be a miracle doctor in his life.
Shang Yaozhi took over: "thank you, Miss Ying."
He would not be able to see at a glance his illness.
Ying Zijin didn't leave him, just nodded slightly: "well, remember to give money."
**
after Shang Yaozhi came out of the hospital, he got into the nanny car.
The agent turned his head and asked, "Yao Zhi, how's it going?"
"It went well." Shang Yao's cough a few times, "rest a month again, don't affect."
"Is there such a God?" The agent doesn't believe, "I've been with you to many hospitals, and they haven't cured you."
Shang Yaozhi smiles and doesn't speak.
When the agent saw him like this, he understood: "it seems that the miracle doctor of Shaoren hospital is really powerful. We should thank others well in the future."
After a pause, his voice sank: "Yao Zhi, you really don't remember what you ate a month ago?"
Shang Yao's look moved and shook his head slowly: "a month ago, it happened to be a celebration banquet for the crew. If you ask about food, it's too much."
"Besides, there's nothing wrong with the others."
"I know. That's the trouble." The agent sighed, worried. "I don't know who's hurting you."
At present, Shang Yaozhi's status in the entertainment industry, let alone 95 students, is not as high as his 90 students and 85 students.
A golden flower award winner has firmly established himself in the entertainment industry.
No one can shake it.
Who has the courage to attack Shang Yao.
The agent frowned: "who could it be..."
Want to break a head, also can't think out, he can only exhort a way: "Yao Zhi, recently be careful, first avoid contact with people in the circle."
Shang Yao nodded. He looked at the prescription and fell into meditation.
**
late at night.
Hucheng, East.
Fu Yun took a deep look at his abdomen and slightly inhaled.
The mercenary team solved the problem quickly, but it also attracted other hunters on the list.
Among them, including the seventh with a good relationship with the fourth gun god list.
In order to protect the integrity of the medicinal materials, but also can not expose the identity, Fu Yunshen choose to take the shot.
Maybe I haven't been hurt for a long time, but it really hurts.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows to keep awake.
Holding a black bag in one hand, he walked past the wall with his eyelashes down.
At two o'clock in the morning, it was in the suburbs, and there was no one.
In the loss of blood, Fu Yun deep eyes slightly blurred a few points.
He sat down against the wall, ready to have a rest.
When he looked up, he was stunned.
Fu Yun breathed deeply and slowly. His eyes were more blurred. He said softly, "I should not be dreaming. How can I still see our children..."
But the next second, a force came from his arm.
Overhead, there's a sound.
"Get up. I'll take you to the hospital."
It's clear that dreams are not so real.
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids, and the girl's figure was reflected in his eyes.
She was looking down at him, frowning.
After a while, Fu Yun gave a deep smile, but in a helpless tone: "it's really our children."
He leaned against the wall, the blood from his abdomen seeping through the gauze, still flowing down.
Ying Zijin raises a hand, a silver needle stabbed into an acupuncture point, stopped his blood, say again: "get up, go to the hospital."
Fu Yunshen gasped violently. Obviously, the injury was not light, but he was still laughing, understating: "children, brother can't go to the hospital."
This kind of injury for him, has been considered small, anyway, has been bandaged, quite a pass.
When he goes to the hospital, he will expose a lot of things and even bring death to the people around him.
"Yaoyao, let your brother have a rest." Fu Yun deep pause, just said a complete sentence, "I have strong self-healing ability, don't worry."
As soon as the words were finished, his body suddenly stagnated, and his slender back tightened.
Waist, cold touch.
Two words fell from my ear.
"Don't move."
The girl raised her hand, hugged his waist and pressed him down.
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Through a door, but I saw everything.
Including the identity of the people outside.
The Dean was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the girl: "Miss Ying, do you want to..."
Although Ying Zijin did not deliberately conceal his identity, Shaoren hospital kept it secret.
After all, it's their boss, not their employees.
It's not easy to find the dean's office and prove the identity of the person who came.
"Nothing." Ying Zijin takes back the line of sight, finger lightly knocked to knock table, "let him come in."
With the permission, the Dean got up and went to open the door.
Unexpectedly, outside the door stood a man wrapped up in a very solid.
It's April, and I'm wearing a mask and a hat.
Only a pair of eyes, is a rare dark blue, the sea is generally far-reaching and vast.
But he is tall and straight, even if it is covered very tightly, it is difficult to hide his outstanding temperament.
Yuanzhen and Yueshi are elegant and profound.
The dean is a Leng again: "excuse me you are?"
The man took off his mask and showed his face.
Three dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows and eyes.
Beautiful faces that people are familiar with, even can be seen everywhere on the street.
"What movie king are you?" After staring at the man for a long time, the Dean suddenly got excited, "is it right to call him Shang Yao?"
Shang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded with a smile: "so you know me, too."
He is a post-95, and his active fans are all students. Most of the older generation don't know him.
"Yes, of course." The president patted his thigh happily, "my daughter likes you all the time. She shouts to me at home every day and even pulls me to make a list for you."
Shang Yao's smile, no ordinary star's shelf, very gentle: "thank you for your love."
"Shang Yingdi, can..." The Dean hurriedly looked for paper and pen and handed them to him, "can you sign my daughter's name?"
Just a few days later, his daughter's birthday is coming.
If you get Shang Yaozhi's signature, the present he sent this time will surely be better than his wife's.
My daughter would like him better.
Without refusing, Shang Yao asked, "what's your daughter's name? I'll write her a special signature. "
The dean said a name happily.
Shang Yaozhi took up his pen and wrote it seriously.
His handwriting is as good as his own.
After writing, he handed the paper to the dean.
The Dean folded the signature carefully and received it in his pocket.
Good. It's done.
Shang Yaozhi clenched his fist to cover his lips and coughed again.
His face was a little pale, not as radiant as the advertisement screen, and there was a light and tired color between his eyebrows and eyes.
"Shang Yingdi, the miracle doctor you are looking for is Miss Ying." The Dean was worried, "what's the matter with you?"
"Miss Ying?" Shang Yao looks at the girl, surprised by her youth.
But he didn't ask anything, just hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "Miss Ying, if you can, I'd like to invite you --"
his words have not been finished.
"There's something wrong with your vocal cords." Ying Zijin's hand turned to pen, and his voice was slow and slow. "At first, he just couldn't sing. Later, he was so serious that he couldn't even speak his lines."
"So, you have to choose to rest and push off all the business."
The Dean was stunned.
No.
Even if traditional Chinese medicine has the saying of "looking, hearing, asking and cutting", it's not as if we just look at it and know everything, right?
Shang Yaozhi's expression gradually subsided. After a while, he sighed: "Miss Ying is really a miracle doctor. Everything is as you said."
A month ago, his vocal cords suddenly broke, making him unable to sing.
The star's trace is always watched, female stars go to the hospital, can burst the news of pregnancy.
Naturally, he went quietly.
However, no matter the doctors in the major hospitals in Shanghai or the imperial capital could see the underlying cause of his illness, they just prescribed him ordinary medicine for his throat.
But after he went back to eat, the vocal cords became worse and worse.
Ordinary speaking is OK. If you say lines in a joke, your strength is not enough.
For a movie king, it's no doubt that he's going to interrupt his star journey.
His agent is also very anxious, so he also contacted foreign doctors, but it will take a while to come.
It was because Shang Yaozhi listened to the doctor's recommendation in the first hospital that he came to Shaoren hospital.
I didn't expect that I met the miracle doctor by chance.
Ying Zijin nodded: "it's not a big problem, but you shouldn't take those medicine."
Shang Yaozhi coughed again and said with a bitter smile, "I just didn't expect that. Can miss Ying cure me?""Well." Ying Zijin took a piece of paper and wrote a prescription, "go down to get the medicine, boil it by yourself, and come back seven days later."
The Dean looked over and found that the prescriptions were all common herbs, and there was nothing special about them.
He scratched his head, thinking that he would never be a miracle doctor in his life.
Shang Yaozhi took over: "thank you, Miss Ying."
He would not be able to see at a glance his illness.
Ying Zijin didn't leave him, just nodded slightly: "well, remember to give money."
**
after Shang Yaozhi came out of the hospital, he got into the nanny car.
The agent turned his head and asked, "Yao Zhi, how's it going?"
"It went well." Shang Yao's cough a few times, "rest a month again, don't affect."
"Is there such a God?" The agent doesn't believe, "I've been with you to many hospitals, and they haven't cured you."
Shang Yaozhi smiles and doesn't speak.
When the agent saw him like this, he understood: "it seems that the miracle doctor of Shaoren hospital is really powerful. We should thank others well in the future."
After a pause, his voice sank: "Yao Zhi, you really don't remember what you ate a month ago?"
Shang Yao's look moved and shook his head slowly: "a month ago, it happened to be a celebration banquet for the crew. If you ask about food, it's too much."
"Besides, there's nothing wrong with the others."
"I know. That's the trouble." The agent sighed, worried. "I don't know who's hurting you."
At present, Shang Yaozhi's status in the entertainment industry, let alone 95 students, is not as high as his 90 students and 85 students.
A golden flower award winner has firmly established himself in the entertainment industry.
No one can shake it.
Who has the courage to attack Shang Yao.
The agent frowned: "who could it be..."
Want to break a head, also can't think out, he can only exhort a way: "Yao Zhi, recently be careful, first avoid contact with people in the circle."
Shang Yao nodded. He looked at the prescription and fell into meditation.
**
late at night.
Hucheng, East.
Fu Yun took a deep look at his abdomen and slightly inhaled.
The mercenary team solved the problem quickly, but it also attracted other hunters on the list.
Among them, including the seventh with a good relationship with the fourth gun god list.
In order to protect the integrity of the medicinal materials, but also can not expose the identity, Fu Yunshen choose to take the shot.
Maybe I haven't been hurt for a long time, but it really hurts.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows to keep awake.
Holding a black bag in one hand, he walked past the wall with his eyelashes down.
At two o'clock in the morning, it was in the suburbs, and there was no one.
In the loss of blood, Fu Yun deep eyes slightly blurred a few points.
He sat down against the wall, ready to have a rest.
When he looked up, he was stunned.
Fu Yun breathed deeply and slowly. His eyes were more blurred. He said softly, "I should not be dreaming. How can I still see our children..."
But the next second, a force came from his arm.
Overhead, there's a sound.
"Get up. I'll take you to the hospital."
It's clear that dreams are not so real.
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids, and the girl's figure was reflected in his eyes.
She was looking down at him, frowning.
After a while, Fu Yun gave a deep smile, but in a helpless tone: "it's really our children."
He leaned against the wall, the blood from his abdomen seeping through the gauze, still flowing down.
Ying Zijin raises a hand, a silver needle stabbed into an acupuncture point, stopped his blood, say again: "get up, go to the hospital."
Fu Yunshen gasped violently. Obviously, the injury was not light, but he was still laughing, understating: "children, brother can't go to the hospital."
This kind of injury for him, has been considered small, anyway, has been bandaged, quite a pass.
When he goes to the hospital, he will expose a lot of things and even bring death to the people around him.
"Yaoyao, let your brother have a rest." Fu Yun deep pause, just said a complete sentence, "I have strong self-healing ability, don't worry."
As soon as the words were finished, his body suddenly stagnated, and his slender back tightened.
Waist, cold touch.
Two words fell from my ear.
"Don't move."
The girl raised her hand, hugged his waist and pressed him down.
Through a door, but I saw everything. Including the identity of the people outside. The Dean was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the girl: "Miss Ying, do you want to..." Although Ying Zijin did not deliberately conceal his identity, Shaoren hospital kept it secret. After all, it's their boss, not their employees. It's not easy to find the dean's office and prove the identity of the person who came. "Nothing." Ying Zijin takes back the line of sight, finger lightly knocked to knock table, "let him come in." With the permission, the Dean got up and went to open the door. Unexpectedly, outside the door stood a man wrapped up in a very solid. It's April, and I'm wearing a mask and a hat. Only a pair of eyes, is a rare dark blue, the sea is generally far-reaching and vast. But he is tall and straight, even if it is covered very tightly, it is difficult to hide his outstanding temperament. Yuanzhen and Yueshi are elegant and profound. The dean is a Leng again: "excuse me you are?" The man took off his mask and showed his face. Three dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows and eyes. Beautiful faces that people are familiar with, even can be seen everywhere on the street. "What movie king are you?" After staring at the man for a long time, the Dean suddenly got excited, "is it right to call him Shang Yao?" Shang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded with a smile: "so you know me, too." He is a post-95, and his active fans are all students. Most of the older generation don't know him. "Yes, of course." The president patted his thigh happily, "my daughter likes you all the time. She shouts to me at home every day and even pulls me to make a list for you." Shang Yao's smile, no ordinary star's shelf, very gentle: "thank you for your love." "Shang Yingdi, can..." The Dean hurriedly looked for paper and pen and handed them to him, "can you sign my daughter's name?" Just a few days later, his daughter's birthday is coming. If you get Shang Yaozhi's signature, the present he sent this time will surely be better than his wife's. My daughter would like him better. Without refusing, Shang Yao asked, "what's your daughter's name? I'll write her a special signature. " The dean said a name happily. Shang Yaozhi took up his pen and wrote it seriously. His handwriting is as good as his own. After writing, he handed the paper to the dean. The Dean folded the signature carefully and received it in his pocket. Good. It's done. Shang Yaozhi clenched his fist to cover his lips and coughed again. His face was a little pale, not as radiant as the advertisement screen, and there was a light and tired color between his eyebrows and eyes. "Shang Yingdi, the miracle doctor you are looking for is Miss Ying." The Dean was worried, "what's the matter with you?" "Miss Ying?" Shang Yao looks at the girl, surprised by her youth. But he didn't ask anything, just hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "Miss Ying, if you can, I'd like to invite you --" his words have not been finished. "There's something wrong with your vocal cords." Ying Zijin's hand turned to pen, and his voice was slow and slow. "At first, he just couldn't sing. Later, he was so serious that he couldn't even speak his lines." "So, you have to choose to rest and push off all the business." The Dean was stunned. No. Even if traditional Chinese medicine has the saying of "looking, hearing, asking and cutting", it's not as if we just look at it and know everything, right? Shang Yaozhi's expression gradually subsided. After a while, he sighed: "Miss Ying is really a miracle doctor. Everything is as you said." A month ago, his vocal cords suddenly broke, making him unable to sing. The star's trace is always watched, female stars go to the hospital, can burst the news of pregnancy. Naturally, he went quietly. However, no matter the doctors in the major hospitals in Shanghai or the imperial capital could see the underlying cause of his illness, they just prescribed him ordinary medicine for his throat. But after he went back to eat, the vocal cords became worse and worse. Ordinary speaking is OK. If you say lines in a joke, your strength is not enough. For a movie king, it's no doubt that he's going to interrupt his star journey. His agent is also very anxious, so he also contacted foreign doctors, but it will take a while to come. It was because Shang Yaozhi listened to the doctor's recommendation in the first hospital that he came to Shaoren hospital. I didn't expect that I met the miracle doctor by chance. Ying Zijin nodded: "it's not a big problem, but you shouldn't take those medicine." Shang Yaozhi coughed again and said with a bitter smile, "I just didn't expect that. Can miss Ying cure me?""Well." Ying Zijin took a piece of paper and wrote a prescription, "go down to get the medicine, boil it by yourself, and come back seven days later." The Dean looked over and found that the prescriptions were all common herbs, and there was nothing special about them. He scratched his head, thinking that he would never be a miracle doctor in his life. Shang Yaozhi took over: "thank you, Miss Ying." He would not be able to see at a glance his illness. Ying Zijin didn't leave him, just nodded slightly: "well, remember to give money." **after Shang Yaozhi came out of the hospital, he got into the nanny car. The agent turned his head and asked, "Yao Zhi, how's it going?" "It went well." Shang Yao's cough a few times, "rest a month again, don't affect." "Is there such a God?" The agent doesn't believe, "I've been with you to many hospitals, and they haven't cured you." Shang Yaozhi smiles and doesn't speak. When the agent saw him like this, he understood: "it seems that the miracle doctor of Shaoren hospital is really powerful. We should thank others well in the future." After a pause, his voice sank: "Yao Zhi, you really don't remember what you ate a month ago?" Shang Yao's look moved and shook his head slowly: "a month ago, it happened to be a celebration banquet for the crew. If you ask about food, it's too much." "Besides, there's nothing wrong with the others." "I know. That's the trouble." The agent sighed, worried. "I don't know who's hurting you." At present, Shang Yaozhi's status in the entertainment industry, let alone 95 students, is not as high as his 90 students and 85 students. A golden flower award winner has firmly established himself in the entertainment industry. No one can shake it. Who has the courage to attack Shang Yao. The agent frowned: "who could it be..." Want to break a head, also can't think out, he can only exhort a way: "Yao Zhi, recently be careful, first avoid contact with people in the circle." Shang Yao nodded. He looked at the prescription and fell into meditation. **late at night. Hucheng, East. Fu Yun took a deep look at his abdomen and slightly inhaled. The mercenary team solved the problem quickly, but it also attracted other hunters on the list. Among them, including the seventh with a good relationship with the fourth gun god list. In order to protect the integrity of the medicinal materials, but also can not expose the identity, Fu Yunshen choose to take the shot. Maybe I haven't been hurt for a long time, but it really hurts. Fu Yunshen raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows to keep awake. Holding a black bag in one hand, he walked past the wall with his eyelashes down. At two o'clock in the morning, it was in the suburbs, and there was no one. In the loss of blood, Fu Yun deep eyes slightly blurred a few points. He sat down against the wall, ready to have a rest. When he looked up, he was stunned. Fu Yun breathed deeply and slowly. His eyes were more blurred. He said softly, "I should not be dreaming. How can I still see our children..." But the next second, a force came from his arm. Overhead, there's a sound. "Get up. I'll take you to the hospital." It's clear that dreams are not so real. Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids, and the girl's figure was reflected in his eyes. She was looking down at him, frowning. After a while, Fu Yun gave a deep smile, but in a helpless tone: "it's really our children." He leaned against the wall, the blood from his abdomen seeping through the gauze, still flowing down. Ying Zijin raises a hand, a silver needle stabbed into an acupuncture point, stopped his blood, say again: "get up, go to the hospital." Fu Yunshen gasped violently. Obviously, the injury was not light, but he was still laughing, understating: "children, brother can't go to the hospital." This kind of injury for him, has been considered small, anyway, has been bandaged, quite a pass. When he goes to the hospital, he will expose a lot of things and even bring death to the people around him. "Yaoyao, let your brother have a rest." Fu Yun deep pause, just said a complete sentence, "I have strong self-healing ability, don't worry." As soon as the words were finished, his body suddenly stagnated, and his slender back tightened. Waist, cold touch. Two words fell from my ear. "Don't move." The girl raised her hand, hugged his waist and pressed him down.
