Nurse Xia walked straight into the villa. Chen Yiyi recognized the Renault, got out of the car and walked over.
Zhu Tong was afraid that she would see Auntie Die, so she quickly got out of the car and went to greet her.
"Director, what a coincidence, why are you here? Brother Wang asked you to come?"
"I'm here to visit Teacher Wang. Huh? Why did Yiyi get here so late?"
"Isn't it for Sister Xia? She..." Chen Yiyi clicked her chin towards the villa and said with a smile: "Infatuated women and ruthless men have existed since ancient times. This kind of thing is not uncommon."
Chen Yiyi was very good at acting when she arrived. She knew that Nurse Xia and Jiang Xiaoyu were not clear about each other, but she also said that Wang Xiangjian was ruthless and unreasonable. Zhu Tong had something on his mind that he couldn't say much about, so he said hello and wanted to leave, but Chen Yiyi pulled his sleeve.
"Director, how long will it take for you to go to Japan this time?"
"Have you been drinking?" As he got closer, Zhu Tong smelled the faint aroma of wine from Chen Yiyi.
"I only drank a little. Sister Xia drank more than me. She insisted on coming to Brother Wang to ask for an explanation. There was no way. I was afraid that something would happen to her." Chen Yiyi put half of her body against Zhu Tong and said softly.
: "Can I accompany you to Japan?"
"Not good." Zhu Tong grimaced.
"Who do you think you are?" Chen Yiyi raised her face and smiled contemptuously; "No man is good, including you Li Xiang."
"Miss Chen, I have never said that I am a good person. With your status and talent as Miss Chen, what kind of man can't you find? What kind of job can't you do? Why do you have to suffer from me?"
Chen Yiyi cried, and two lines of clear tears fell silently: "Li Xiang, don't look down on me, okay? I don't want to hurt you."
"As long as you don't hurt yourself, it's fine. Yiyi, if you can't deal with emotional matters, don't waste your time on me." Zhu Tong ruthlessly stuffed Chen Yiyi into the driver's seat of the BMW; "A month at most, a month at least.
Half a month; I won't stay in Japan for a long time. Miss Chen, please wait for a few more days and wait for me to come back before leaving, okay?"
Chen Yiyi nodded obediently and rolled up the car window to separate the two people.
This is a matter of time. The new hospital in Pudong has begun internal decoration and equipment purchase. Chen Yiyi should have left the Network Information Center of Ocean Hospital long ago and went there to greet him.
There was a quarrel in the villa, and Yu Yu ran out and gestured to Zhu Tong.
"Let's go, he doesn't have time to see you today." Zhu Tong started the Renault and left the door of the villa.
Auntie Die kept looking back. Just when her nineteen-year hope was about to be fulfilled, she was interrupted by the arrival of Head Nurse Xia.
"Let's go, there's no hope tonight; that's his current wife." Zhu Tong was also disappointed, and his impression of Wang Xiangjian plummeted.
He thought about it carefully and found no traces of conspiracy and no one was following him. Regarding the sudden arrival of Head Nurse Xia, he could only sigh: God's will.
The next morning, Zhu Tong received a call from Wang Xiangji. After asking about Auntie Die's current address and phone number, he said softly: "Dr. Li, I am very grateful for everything you have done."
In April, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom in Kyoto, Zhu Tong and his three friends, accompanied by Kazuo Ikeda, arrived in Tokyo on an Air China plane. They boarded a special plane of the Iike Foundation and flew directly to Kyoto before leaving Tokyo International Airport.
At Kyoto Airport, there were already two limousines waiting, and Zhu Tong and Kazuo Ikeda were persuaded to get into the first one.
Zheng Shurong and Bai Jiashu fell in love with the beautiful scenery of Kyoto and had no objection to the master's arrangement.
As the car drove onto the road, Zhu Tong rubbed his temples and struggled with the butterfly god. The delicate pink cherry blossoms on both sides of the road became a colorless scenery in his eyes.
"Dr. Li, are you okay?" Kazuo Ikeda had already noticed that Zhu Tong was not feeling well. From the moment he got on the plane, he didn't say a few words.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine in a while. I'm a little airsick." I was still in Shanghai in the morning, and arrived in another country in the afternoon. Zhu Tong was in a dream, and he was still not used to such a change.
The car stopped, Kazuo Ikeda led Zhu Tong out of the car, but the car behind him disappeared.
"Where are they?" Zhu Tong asked with a frown.
He was not worried about the safety of his companions, but was just dissatisfied with the arrangement. The three of them nominally belonged to the same medical team, but even if they were to be arranged separately, he had to seek his opinion first out of politeness.
"Sorry, Dr. Zheng and Dr. Bai will live in the city. There are not many rooms in Jiujin. Please forgive me."
Only then did Zhu Tong see that he was standing in front of a simple villa; in the cornices, there was a black plaque inlaid with two Chinese characters for "Qianjin". The moss on the double eaves was dignified black. This house was built
It must be quite a long time ago.
The Iike Foundation is said to be an older family consortium in Japan. Just seeing that they own such an ancient villa on Arashiyama in Kyoto, you can appreciate the local influence of the Iike Foundation.
Zhu Tong only found out this later. When he first saw Jiujin, he was a little disdainful of the Jingchi Consortium; obviously, this typical Japanese-style villa was much worse than Mei Lao's Suixueyuan.
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Entering the courtyard of Jiujin, three cherry trees are in full bloom. Under the cherry blossom trees, two old men in kimonos sit and play chess. Under the eaves, four women also wear kimonos, all playing musical instruments, and the elegant music plays slowly.
Slowly and softly, a girl in the middle is holding a paper fan and dancing gracefully. It is indeed a good place to enjoy your old age.
"Thank you for your hard work, please wait a moment." A woman kneeling by the door bowed to Zhu Tong and Kazuo Ikeda, ran gently to the cherry blossom tree, leaned over the ears of one of the old men in black, and whispered a few words
What.
Zhu Tong couldn't understand the rest of the words at all. The old man in black had a very bad attitude towards Ikeda Kazuo, which seemed to be a scolding. They all spoke in Japanese, and no one translated for Zhu Tong, so he could only guess based on the expressions of both parties.
The old man in black must not be a patient. He is only sixty years old. He has thick eyebrows and deep eyes and a strong body. He never glanced at Zhu Tong from beginning to end. Ikeda Kazuo no longer had the peace and security he had in China. Only then did Zhu Tong understand Lan Zhanjiang's words. Ikeda Kazuo
In front of the old man in black, he is just a nobody.
The old man in white clothes on the other side paid more attention to Zhu Tong. He had a strong medical fragrance. Zhu Tong was really not sure how this old man felt about him. The only words that came to his mind were "medical fragrance".
Another discovery was that the old man in white was a practitioner. The cold glint in his eyes proved that his cultivation level was not far from mine.
A smile broke out on the clear face of the old man in white, which seemed to inject a ray of sunshine into the dull air; he turned around and said a few words, and then the old man in black looked at Zhu Tong, stood up with a cold snort, and walked in waving his hands.
West wing.
"I'm sorry for making you laugh. Let me introduce to you that this is Senior Hui Heji, the acupuncture master of Quangu Medical Center in Kyoto, and this is Dr. Li Xiang from China." Ikeda Kazuo forced a smile and introduced Zhu Tong to Baiyi
elder.
"You are the young man who created miracles for Mr. Ikeda. I know you, and I have seen the video of your acupuncture." Hui Heji stood up and bowed deeply in front of Zhu Tong; his Chinese was better than that of Ikeda.
Kazuo is better.
"Senior, you're too polite. I'm here to learn." Zhu Tong hurriedly returned the gift. To be honest, his coming to Japan this time was completely forced by Kazuo Ikeda, and the little liar didn't have any confidence at all.
The wind blew, and a few cherry blossoms fluttered on the ground. A few women under the corridor played a slightly sad piece.
"Can I see the patient?" Zhu Tong knew that his mission was to see patients and that he was a doctor by profession. After the pleasantries, he always had to do something serious.
"Wait a moment;" Hui Heji looked up at the sky; "Old Mr. Matsui is receiving medical treatment, which will not end in half an hour. Dr. Li has come from afar. Please follow Miss Keiko to the room to rest for a while and have a cup of tea.
"
Zhu Tong nodded. The girl who had just danced was already standing in front of him, staring at him curiously with her big eyes. She whispered something in a very nice voice, but the little liar just couldn't understand it.
"I'm sorry, she doesn't speak Chinese." Ikeda Kazuo bowed to Zhu Tong in embarrassment, took his bag and handed it to the girl; "Dr. Li, please follow Keiko to the room to rest first, I will visit right away."
As the saying goes, guests do as they please. Zhu Tong followed Keiko through the courtyard and walked into a long corridor; there was no sound on both sides. How could Ikeda say this place was crowded?
Keiko walked lightly and looked to be no more than eighteen years old. The top of her kimono revealed a white patch of nape. She kept turning back to greet Zhu Tong in a low voice.
After entering the room, Zhu Tong finally understood what Kazuo Ikeda meant by crowding.
The house that Keiko opened was an independent system. There was a small wooden sign in front of the door: 楸木. These two characters were recognized by Zhu Tong, and they were also Chinese characters. The circle in the middle was not clear.
Three wing rooms surround a small courtyard. There is a stone pool in the corner of the yard. Warm water rises from the pool and overflows in the courtyard. This should be a hot spring. If Jiujin was like this style
The guest room really cannot accommodate many guests.
Keiko ran in to put her luggage, and Zhu Tong walked into the small courtyard curiously.
In the narrow space in the yard, there is an ancient tree growing. The steaming water vapor forms a mist barrier between the branches and leaves of the tree, giving people a sense of elegance and purity.
Zhu Tong sighed in admiration. Compared with the exquisiteness and carefulness, Suixueyuan is still not as good as Jiujin. The hot springs and ancient trees in the courtyard are not what you want.
Keiko was talking again. Zhu Tong turned around and saw her kneeling in the room holding a box of light-colored clothes. Could it be that she wanted to change herself?
Also, you have to disinfect and change clothes when entering the operating room. Looking at the style, the Matsui style must have higher requirements.
It's just that the little liar is not used to changing clothes in front of a girl, especially a strange girl.
"Can you avoid it?" Zhu Tong stuttered and tried to communicate with the other party. Keiko smiled and shook her head, reaching out to unbutton Zhu Tong's clothes.