"Boss, please do this." Zhou Congwen completely forgot the boss's values ​​before. He should not think about this thing, just take one step at a time.

In the last life, my boss suddenly died of illness, so I looked for various ways to treat cancer, and an accident happened.

In this life, Zhou Congwen was unwilling to think about those values ​​when he saw his boss sitting beside him, with a kind face and a peaceful and peaceful time.

I am so happy to have surgery every day, but I will not have to think too much.

"Boss, try it. His barbecue is pretty good, and the boss's wife is also good-looking," Zhou Congwen suggested.

Mr. Huang glanced at Zhou Congwen, then looked at Deng Ming, and said dissatisfiedly, "As old, people care about me everywhere, you say you."

"Boss, we can't do this." Zhou Congwen persuaded, "The nutritionist has ordered a recipe for you..."

"Have you eaten what the recipe is? It's not something that people eat, it's something that feeds animals!" Mr. Huang said unhappily.

"Zhou Congwen, is the donkey from the production team still alive?" Liu Xiaobing asked with a smile.

"I'm alive, and I can curse the streets." Zhou Congwen said angrily.

"Hahaha." Although Deng Ming felt that Zhou Congwen was a little disrespectful to the boss in his words, Deng Ming found it very interesting when he looked at his expression and the boss didn't mind.

"Boss, you try the chicken claws of Viagra, which are very delicious. But you can only eat one, not more!" Zhou Congwen emphasized.

"Emmmm." Old Huang took the chicken's claws and held them in his hand, moved his fingers gently, and a smile appeared on his face.

Deng Ming's beard was sighing, his hands were placed in front of him, holding them emptyly, as if there was something real.

He knew very well what his boss wanted to do.

"I'll take a test for you. If the answer is wrong, I'll take another one. Deng Ming, shut up and don't let you speak." Mr. Huang said slightly sternly.

"Boss, are you sure that my diagnosis is not as good as Director Deng?" Zhou Congwen felt that the boss had done all the calculations, but in the end he fell into his hands and looked at him happily and asked.

"Young man, don't brag." Huang Lao said while gnawing on the chicken's claws, "A while ago, the family of an old patient suddenly called me.

Are you old patients? You know that they were all surgery that they had been done more than ten or twenty years ago and they were cured. Come and see me during the holidays, and they are just like friends."

Zhou Congwen nodded. No wonder the boss didn't let Deng Ming speak. It turned out that it was because it happened a while ago.

Li Qinghua found it interesting. Mr. Huang’s life is really simple. It is probably just a matter of two points and two points.

"The patient's family said that the patient may not be able to do it recently, and they don't want to treat it. They just told me. As they were talking, they started crying."

"Oh? No?" Zhou Congwen's eyes gradually narrowed into a slit.

Liu Xiaobie didn't seem to have heard what Mr. Huang said, and ate skewers in big mouthfuls. Zhou Congwen felt that if it weren't for the draft, she would have even eaten the draft.

"I thought something was wrong, so I asked a few questions. The patient's family said that the old patient had always seen dead relatives and friends standing at home recently, as if he wanted to take him away. This is not a disease, it is life."

"They said they wanted to take people to try exorcism and evil ways, so they wouldn't come to 912. There were many people dead in the hospital and the evil spirit was heavy. If they came to the hospital, they would be gone directly."

"What you said is true." Zhou Congwen said absent-mindedly, holding a skewer, "There is a branch next to our hospital. The person who just died at the end of the last century was still parked in the hospital's morgue, and the room was next to the branch.

As a result, not long after, the branch office drew a big red wall."

"Hahaha, I have heard people say that the yang energy at the yamen is strong, hahaha." Li Qinghua said with a smile.

"Tell me what's wrong with the patient?" Mr. Huang asked without any concern for Jianghai City.

"Boss, you are not honest at all." Zhou Congwen said contemptly, "That's all, do you ask me to guess what disease is? There are 27 categories in total, and 165 diseases can have similar symptoms."

Li Qinghua was silent, and Liu Xiaobie looked at Zhou Congwen with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, as if praising him for pretending.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Huang Lao asked with a smile.

"Humans are much scarier than ghosts, what's there to be afraid of?" Zhou Congwen said indifferently.

"Boss, you said, I'm not afraid, I don't have to take care of me." Liu Xiaobie gnawed the meat skewers, regardless of the image of oily mouth. "If there is a ghost, I'll invite him to eat skewers together. It's a pity that I won't share such delicious food together."

Mr. Huang nodded and continued, "I thought it was wrong, so I went to the old patient's house to take a look. After opening the door, I saw that he was very tough and sat on the sofa watching TV. His son and three daughters were there.

Seeing that I came, they were surprised. I chatted with the patient for a few words and felt something was wrong."

"What happened later?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Later, his second daughter wanted to pick up the child, so she left first. We went to the door to see him off. When we turned around, the old patient was stunned, his hands were a little shaking, and he looked at the blank space and said, Shufen, when did you come?"

"At this time, the patient's son and the other two daughters looked pale and pale. I knew this was a ghost."

"The old patient looked fearful at this time and tried hard to retreat, almost pushing me down."

"He ran and shouted, don't come to me, didn't I burn paper for you last night!"

Speaking of this, Huang Lao stopped and savored a small bone on a chicken's claw with relish.

Li Qinghua felt a chill on his back.

If an old man in rural areas talked about this, Li Qinghua would think it was feudal superstition. But Mr. Huang said this successfully and said in advance that he was sick...

Although he knew it was a disease, Li Qinghua couldn't think of what disease it was.

He only felt that the surroundings were full of yin energy, as if it was suddenly at night, and hundreds of ghosts were walking at night.

"Oh, that's it, boss, are you going to use such a simple case to replace a chicken claw? That won't work." Zhou Congwen asked with a smile.

"Don't brag, if you have the ability, tell me what's going on." Old Huang was savoring the chicken claws, but his eyes were aimed at the boss of the BBQ. He thought he would order a few more chicken claws to eat at any time.

Zhou Congwen felt it smelled good when he saw him eating.

The boss’s food and the fragrance of Liu Xiaobi are two different concepts. One is to taste the taste, especially the aftertaste; Liu Xiaobi is a young man, and as long as it tastes delicious, it will fill it in his stomach, as if he had starved to death in his previous life.
Chapter completed!