The auction ended, and many people shook their heads and sighed because they could not buy Mr. Qingxi's works.
A total of three works by Mr. Qingxi were auctioned today.
"Chu Yue Tie", "Cold Food Tie", "Last Moon Tie".
But without exception, they were all bought by Fu Canglong.
The auction ended and the crowd gradually dispersed. However, the departing crowd all looked in the direction of Fu Canglong and secretly cursed Fu Canglong for being too domineering and not giving others a chance to take action.
The moment the auction ended, Chen Qianqian still felt that the scene just now was too crazy.
Three works by Mr. Qingxi, three billion.
Fu Canglong actually bought them all in one go.
And the next second, a scene that shocked Chen Qianqian even more happened.
The organizer of today's auction, Wang Tianlei, the boss of Dongsheng Company, and three staff members walked towards her.
Without exception, the three staff members all held auction items in their hands, which were obviously the three works of Mr. Qingxi that Fu Canglong bought.
Walking in front of Chen Qianqian, Wang Tianlei stopped, with a smile on his face, pointed at the auction items held by the three staff members, and said with a smile: "Miss, congratulations, from now on these three auction items will be
It’s yours.”
Chen Qianqian was stunned on the spot.
The brain is even more blank.
What's going on?
Fu Canglong just spent three billion to buy these three works.
Has it become your own now?
How is this possible?
Chen Qianqian quickly looked back at Fu Canglong, only to find that Fu Canglong had already left her seat.
At this time, Fu Canglong, at some point, had reached the exit of the auction house, leaving only Chen Qianqian's back.
"Give it to you."
"I said before, if you want it, take it from me."
Fu Canglong's voice came slowly and reached Chen Qianqian's ears.
The next second, Fu Canglong's figure completely disappeared from her eyes.
Chen Qianqian looked at the direction where Fu Canglong disappeared and remained silent for a long time, but her eyes turned red unconsciously.
This is something worth three billion.
This is too valuable.
Fu Canglong actually gave it to her like this.
How could this not move her?
The reason why she wanted to buy a pair of Mr. Qingxi's works was not because she liked it.
Instead, she will give it as a gift to Bai Qingxue, the general manager of Cangtian Group. Everyone knows that Bai Qingxue likes Mr. Qingxi's works. In Chen Qianqian's opinion, if Mr. Qingxi's works are given to Bai Qingxue, maybe Bai Qingxue can help.
She's doing a favor.
Chen Qianqian felt that a person like Bai Qingxue must know some famous doctors with excellent medical skills.
Therefore, she wanted Bai Qingxue to introduce her to a doctor who could cure her mother's strange disease.
Although Xia Yuxuan's grandfather had promised her before that he could help introduce famous doctors to her, Chen Qianqian is a smart person. She knows that eggs cannot be put in one basket. What if Xia Yuxuan's grandfather is unreliable?
Therefore, one more choice means one more opportunity.
Originally, she had given up this opportunity because the price of Mr. Qingxi's works far exceeded her purchasing power, but now Fu Canglong gave her this opportunity again.
After some ideological struggle, Chen Qianqian decided to temporarily accept the gift from Fu Canglong.
However, at this moment, she secretly made up her mind to repay Fu Canglong well in the future, no matter what the cost.
…
Fu Canglong didn't know how Chen Qianqian's thoughts had changed.
At this time, he was standing near a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, observing the traditional Chinese medicine clinic as if he was looking at an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
Huichun Hall.
Fu Canglong felt that this Chinese medicine clinic called Huichuntang looked very familiar.
Finally, Fu Canglong remembered.
At that time, there was a plague in Jiangcheng, and many hospitals were helpless.
In this situation, Fu Canglong stepped forward and opened a medical clinic to save people with traditional Chinese medicine.
Soon, the plague in Jiangcheng was eliminated.
However, the medical center was left behind.
At that time, there were also many Chinese medicine practitioners who worshiped him as their teacher, and he accepted them.
Later, after he left Jiangcheng, he handed over this medical clinic to a disciple.
So many years have passed.
I don’t know what happened to that disciple.
Thinking of this, Fu Canglong walked towards Huichun Hall.
As soon as I saw it, I saw a beautiful female doctor in a white coat treating an old man.
However, the beautiful female doctor looked solemn and did not speak for a long time, as if she had encountered a problem.
"Doctor, what is wrong with me?"
"Can you tell me?"
"I feel very bad now. Is there any way to relieve it?"
The old man seemed a little impatient and asked directly to the beautiful female doctor.
Zhao Ruirui looked calm on the outside, but was very flustered on the inside.
She is not a doctor at all, but a college student who has just entered college.
This medical clinic belongs to her father.
However, her father went out and asked her to come for a consultation.
Before her father went out, he repeatedly told her that if a patient came to see a doctor, just call him and he would rush back immediately.
Zhao Ruirui agreed, but she didn't think anyone would come to see the doctor.
Because Huichun Hall is almost closed down, there is no patient to come to see the doctor on weekdays.
However, what she didn't expect was that a patient actually came.
Zhao Ruirui called her father, but after calling more than a dozen times, she couldn't get through.
Zhao Ruirui originally wanted to persuade the old man to go to a nearby large hospital for medical treatment, but the old man told her that a visit to the hospital would cost several thousand at least, and he could not afford that much money.
Zhao Ruirui saw that the old man was pitiful, and since she had studied traditional Chinese medicine with her father and could treat some minor illnesses, she tried to treat the old man.
However, what she didn't expect was that she couldn't see the old man's symptoms.
She felt like she had lung disease, but it didn't look like it.
Facing the old man's question, Zhao Ruirui didn't know how to answer for a while.
She really wanted to tell the old man the truth and persuaded him to go to the hospital for medical treatment.
But when she saw the old man's sallow complexion and ragged clothes, she couldn't say anything.
How can such an old man, who even wears tattered clothes, spend thousands of dollars to go to the hospital for treatment?
But just when Zhao Ruirui was in a dilemma, a voice sounded from beside her.
"Old man, do you cough often and sometimes find it difficult to breathe?"
"Especially in the middle of the night, you can't sleep because of coughing?"
"When it's serious, you'll cough up blood, right?"
Zhao Ruirui and the old man treating the doctor both raised their heads and looked at the speaker.
If not Fu Canglong, who could he be?
The old man looked at Fu Canglong, his eyes were bright, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, you are right, that's it."
"Young man, are you also a doctor?"
"Can you help me find out what disease I have?"
Fu Canglong smiled: "Yes, I am indeed a doctor, and a Chinese medicine practitioner."
"Old man, your illness is not difficult."
"All it takes is a silver needle and you can be cured on the spot."
When the old man heard this, he was extremely surprised and immediately asked Fu Canglong to perform acupuncture on him.
But Zhao Ruirui frowned.
Zhao Ruirui's father once told her that in the world of traditional Chinese medicine today, there are very few people who can treat diseases and save lives with silver needles. Those who can do it must have become famous doctors.
The man in front of her looks to be a few years older than her. Can such a man save someone with a silver needle?
