Regarding the relevant medical resources and information in Cheng Yingxue's field, Song Sanxi does have it.
It is not impossible for Cheng Yingxue to become a top scientist in the field of dermatology, or even a monumental figure in the history of human medicine.
He put his shoulder bag on his back and put Cheng Yingxue's cell phone in her handbag.
Carrying this angular handbag, I rushed to the community.
At the gate of the community, there are three-wheelers and battery cars parked.
It's really not enough to let the spacious Maybach drive in.
This handbag, black and white, is boring.
But it reveals the character of a woman, a woman who is passionate and dedicated to science, cold and deep.
Just like Cheng Yingxue's dress.
Inside the community, it's old.
There is no one to manage the facilities or anything like that.
The custom in Zhonghai is that cleaning can only be done after the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month.
As a result, the community was full of firecrackers and fireworks debris.
It looks very festive.
Actually, it's very complicated.
It's drizzling and it feels a bit dirty.
Add in bicycles, motorcycles, cars, etc., and it's really too crowded.
Many people in the community came out and shouted and pointed.
"Oh! Our old man from Lilac Village, Chengtou, is dead..."
"Yes, he has been suffering from this disease for several years."
"He said he had some food at noon, but who knows, it was his last meal..."
"Hey, you know, his daughter doesn't have a partner yet..."
"It's really unfilial! Why doesn't such a capable girl get married? Is there something wrong with her?"
"Old Chengtou has been very angry these past few years. He smashed the girl's car at noon..."
"..."
Only then did Song Sanxi understand that the old man's last angry outburst before leaving made Cheng Yingxue unable to drive.
This kind of information made Song Sanxi easily find the Cheng family.
At the crowded end of the community, against the wall, on the first floor.
Outside the door, a black pearlescent Wrangler was parked there.
The windshield and car windows were shattered.
The wiper blades were broken, folded, and draped on both sides of the front of the car.
The rearview mirror was pulled off, but the wires were still connected.
There are some footprints on the car door.
There are also traces of damage caused by being beaten with a cane.
On the ground in front of the car, there were newly set off small firecrackers, and the smell of gunpowder was still there.
From the open door on the left side of the first floor, there was a sound of crying.
A woman was crying and cursing.
"Cheng Yingxue, are you still a human?"
"Is your patient your father? The patient is cured, but your father is dead..."
"When he was alive, he wanted you to get married and have a family, and he wanted you to spend more time with him..."
"Who are you accompanying? You keep walking and walking to see your patients!"
"..."
Outside the door, many villagers gathered around.
They are all here, watching the excitement.
When Song Sanxi walked in, the scene in the hall was a bit intense.
Mr. Cheng passed away in the hall, on the sofa.
According to the rules, stay where you are and wait for someone to come and bury you.
Children and descendants fired cannons outside the door to report to the underworld, and knelt down inside the door to burn the paper on their heads.
Mr. Cheng's body was extremely skinny.
With esophageal cancer, you will eventually be unable to eat, starve to death, and become thin and shapeless.
There was a little grandson who was only a few years old. He threw himself on his body and cried, Grandpa, come back to life, come back to life!
Next to him, Cheng Yingxue's brother was kneeling and burning paper.
His face turned blue, his eyes were filled with tears, but he did not speak.
Cheng Yingxue knelt next to her brother, lowered her head and threw the paper money into the brazier.
Beside her, her sister-in-law was yelling at the top of her lungs.
He also pushed Cheng Yingxue hard and told her to go away and go treat her illness to the patient.
Even the scolding was unpleasant.
It is said that a woman's family can't cure any disease, but she can only cure a few diseases of flowers and willows.
The neighbors at the scene all looked astonished.
With that expression, I really didn't expect Cheng Yingxue to treat that kind of disease.
Some people even shook their heads in disdain and snorted coldly.
This is a misunderstanding of medical science.
This is also the normal psychology of the general public.
Cheng Yingxue was pushed to the ground and burst into tears.
His gold-rimmed glasses fell off and his hair was messy.
It looks so poignant and beautiful.
The whole scene shows conflict and disharmony.
Song Sanxi quickly put her bag on the sofa next to her, walked over and helped Cheng Yingxue up.
Cheng Yingxue adjusted her temples, and when she looked at him, her face turned red and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Bingli's female professor didn't expect the patient to come and see her so embarrassed and embarrassed.
Dignity is something everyone has.
It's just that Cheng Yingxue's mental quality is much stronger than that of ordinary people.
But at this time, she couldn't hold back.
Song Sanxi was very knowledgeable and said: "Director Xue, my condolences. I happened to be passing by and got it. Please help everyone first. Chu Yan will come over soon. You have paid so much for our teaching and research work."
Much more, thank you! As a student, I will definitely give my full support to the old man’s funeral."
Cheng Yingxue was a little confused, but she recovered quickly.
At this time, if Song Sanxi said that he was a patient, he was afraid that his brother and sister-in-law would peel off his skin.
If you say you are a student, that would be better.
She nodded, "Okay, Sanxi, thank you."
Song Sanxi nodded, gave a comforting look, and shook his head, "Director Xue, there's no need to be so polite."
Cheng Yingxue nodded, knelt down, and continued to burn paper.
Next to them, brother Cheng Yingwu and sister-in-law Zhou Qing had different reactions to this situation.
Cheng Yingwu only glanced at Song Sanxi one more time, said nothing, lowered his head and burned the paper.
I just feel that my sister’s student is very young and handsome.
Zhou Qing looked Song Sanxi up and down, not polite at all, "Are you a student of this bitch? How can you help? How can you help? Those of you who study such nonsense are not clean, so get out!"
Song Sanxi was not unhappy at all. He understood that such a woman should be simple at best. Her father-in-law passed away, she was overly sad and dissatisfied with her sister-in-law.
He said calmly and calmly: "Mrs. Cheng, I am good at washing your body and putting it to death, visiting the ground regularly, and making funeral talismans. I can help with anything. You don't need to invite Mr. Yin and Yang. I will pay for the entire funeral."
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The front is to show the strength of folk customs and feng shui.
At the back, real money is displayed.
The whole audience was shocked.
The neighbors who were watching the excitement outside were all shocked.
"Oh, this student Cheng Erya is rich!"
See, money is king.
"Yes! It's all out, the cost is not simple!"
"Hey, he just said that he knows yin and yang?"
"You are so young, what can you do? But as long as you have money..."
"..."
Here, Cheng Yingxue was startled.
Zhou Qing was a little surprised and raised his eyes, "Yo? What a filial student! Are you really paying for it?"
Cheng Yingwu said solemnly: "Zhou Qing, shut up!"
Then, he turned to look at Song Sanxi and said, "No need, classmate. I, Cheng Yingwu, even borrowed money and made my old father's funeral a grand one."
Cheng Yingxue lowered her head and burned the paper, "Brother, I'll pay for the money. Sanxi, don't interfere, listen to the teacher."
Song Sanxi wanted to say something, but was blocked by Cheng Yingxue.
A top expert like Cheng Yingxue is indeed rich, and it can be seen from her car.
When Zhou Qing heard this, he threw away the paper and crossed his arms, "Cheng Yingxue, are you a fool? Come out, our dad's coffin needs golden nan..."
Cheng Yingwu shouted: "Zhou Qing, are you mentally ill? Shut up!"
This roar was very loud.
The grandson who was crying on his grandfather's body was shocked and turned around to look at everything.
Cheng Yingwu said coldly to his sister: "Keep your money, we won't use any of it!"