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Ye'er has asked for leave.
For two days, Zhu Tong hid in the Marine Hospital and did not go to Jinmao's office.
The Fuhua Shipbuilding Preparatory Office moved and the Liaison Office was officially established, and it was carried out in an orderly manner under the auspices of lawyers Wu Zhanming and Zhang Xuedan.
Zhu Tong has been paying attention to Ye'er's situation, and the news from Qin Keqiang has been mixed.
On the first day, Ye'er stayed in Zhu Tong's single apartment in the Ocean Hospital; she only came out at night and had some snacks on the street.
The next morning, Ye'er returned to her sister's house. Su Juan off work, and the two sisters went out shopping in the afternoon and did not go home until the evening.
Ye'er returned to the Fuhua Shipbuilding Liaison Office of Jinmao Building on the third day and started working; at least there was no abnormality on the surface.
The bad news is that suspicious characters still appear near Su Juan's house.
Although the scandal between "miracle doctor Li Xiang" and Miss Chen Yiyi was aroused by the media, they seemed to have accepted Ye'er and Xiaobao's two goals.
Qin Keqiang has already dealt with two groups of people, all of which belong to the private detective agency without exception. They said that they received an anonymous commission to investigate the rules and timetables of Su Juan's family, as well as the privacy information as detailed as possible.
The price paid by anonymous people is high enough, and there will always be private detectives to serve him. Zhu Tong and Qin Keqiang have no choice.
Zhu Tong also received a message that last night, Huang Hai invited the Su sisters to have dinner in the hotel; he looked very harmonious and intimate.
Qin Keqiang was more worried about Zhu Tong's reaction, but he didn't expect that he just smiled and asked another question: "Brother Qin, why do you care so much about the Su family?"
"The reason is very simple, because they have something to do with you. You don't want to see you being coerced."
"Who will coerce me?"
"That's what I want to know, too."
Did Qin Keqiang really not know? Zhu Tong was quite suspicious. If Qin Keqiang came forward to protect himself at the beginning, it could be said that he was entrusted by the old liar. Although Zhu Tong thought this reason was a bit far-fetched, the old liar and Qin
But now Qin Keqiang's protection has expanded to Ye'er and her family, and the previous reason is immediately in danger of bankruptcy.
The old liar has a very good impression of Ye'er, and he cannot make such a request to Qin Keqiang.
In terms of personal relationships, Zhu Tong thought that he and Qin Keqiang were good friends, but they had not reached that level yet.
Mr. Fan’s illness is very complicated to say, but the reason is simple: wine.
Wang Xiangjian accompanied Mr. Fan to attend a group meeting between the financial group and the Shanghai government. The organizers wanted to take this opportunity to give some advice on the work of the financial group. They believed that Wang Xiangjian's big move before the Spring Festival had already been to Shanghai.
The economic development has caused a certain degree of interference. This is a relatively polite statement. A few days ago, someone even published an article in a newspaper saying that the financial working group is a product of autocracy and is incompatible with the market economic policies under the socialist system.
Government behavior interferes with normal economic activities, is a symbol of backwardness and closure, and is a negation of Shanghai's economic development.
Because of Mr. Fan's appearance, no one was talking about it at the party, and the sparks in the media were naturally extinguished.
All the troubles were left to Zhu Tong. Mr. Fan used to be good at drinking. He blocked more than ten rounds of urging him to drink at the party, and finally drank three glasses of low-alcohol liquor.
After diagnosis, Zhu Tong and Zheng Shurong agreed that the purple butterfly in Mr. Fan's body had been contaminated with alcohol, and he would probably become an alcoholic like Smith.
Zhu Tong solicited Fan Xilin's opinions on this, but Fan Xilin stammered for a long time but didn't say anything. Zhu Tong went to ask, but her words were very straightforward.
"The old man has been stubborn all his life. You'd better let him make an idea about this."
Thinking about it, Mr. Fan is almost eighty years old. According to the laws of nature, there are not many days left; this kind of thing is to ask for his opinion.
Despite this, Zhu Tong still invited Wang Xiangjian. The elderly man's health is of great importance, so he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.
On the last day of February, on the evening, Zhu Tong accompanied Wang Xiangjian to Mr. Fan's ward.
Nowadays, Mr. Fan is full of glamor, energetic and has a very good complexion. Judging from his appearance, his hands are not shaking or blurry, and his words are clearly organized. He never thought that he was a dying old man who relied on modern medical equipment a month ago.
The room was filled with a strong smell of wine. For a few days, Mr. Fan had to drink more than one pound of white wine every day. Since Zhu Tong pulled him back from the brink of life and death three days ago, Mr. Fan's alcohol volume has been rising day by day.
It can be said that most of these wines were consumed by Zidie, and Mr. Fan himself did not absorb much. However, he was very proud, proud that his alcohol content is greater than when he was young.
"Old leader, I'm here to deliver you wine." Wang Xiangjian put two bottles of Moutai on the coffee table; "You should pay more attention to your health, you dare not finish these wines in one day."
"Hahahaha, I'll understand me to the frame." Mr. Fan happily took out the wine bottle, opened it at the end of his nose and sniffed it; "Good wine, this is the real good wine. Director Li, can you have a glass too?"
Zhu Tong smiled humbly without saying a word. Mr. Fan is like a child. Zhu Tong strictly restricted his dosage and the wine in the past two days. He wanted to take this opportunity to take a few more sips.
"Mr. Fan, I was invited by Director Li today. Some questions about your health need to be asked for your opinion."
"Okay, I have criticized traditional Chinese medicine before, hey! It's childish, but I didn't expect that in the end, traditional Chinese medicine brought me back from the gate of hell. Director Li, I apologize to you solemnly today. We are so subjective, just relying on ourselves.
Experience, deny traditional Chinese medicine without in-depth investigation and research. Lesson! To frame, you must learn from my lessons and not make similar mistakes. For the legacy of our nation, we must give them the opportunity to show and give them space to live
.”
"Yes, yes, Mr. Fan is right." Wang Xiangjian nodded repeatedly and looked at Zhu Tong.
Zhu Tong knew it was time to speak, so he sorted out his thoughts and said: "Mr. Fan, the lesions in your body are disappearing, and you are expected to leave the hospital within a month. You..."
"Director Li, just say it directly." Mr. Fan interrupted Zhu Tong with a smile and said to Wang Xiangjian; "It seems that what I did not do well enough. Director Li is my attending doctor and my savior.
He had to think about it when he spoke, let alone other people.”
Wang Xiangjian nodded: "We all have such problems, Director Li, just tell me."
"Thank you Mr. Fan for your understanding. Based on your current physical condition, you may not be able to live without drinking in the future." Zhu Tong told the truth.
Mr. Fan laughed and said, "How is it? I guessed it right? I just said, don't limit me to drink. How many years can I live in my life? There are so many regrets in this life, and my life is full of life.
It should have been explained long ago. There is a poem that says well, don’t cherish the drunkenness for a hundred years, a cup can eliminate the eternal sorrow. From today on, I will start living a life of a wine bag.”
"Old Fan, if you drink that, your body will not be able to stand it." Wang Xiangjian advised worriedly.
Zhu Tong continued: "This is also my opinion. Mr. Fan, your body cannot bear it. I think if you can control the amount of alcohol you drink at 300 grams per day, I promise you can live another ten years.
If you have more than five hundred grams, your energy will soon be exhausted."
"Three hundred grams, that is, six taels." Old Fan smacked his lips and looked at Zhu Tong like a child; "How about a little more, one pound per day? It's easy to control, I only drink one bottle of wine every day."
Zhu Tong shook his head. The purple butterfly in Mr. Fan's body needs about 250 grams of white wine every day, and fifty grams extra is what Mr. Fan can enjoy.
The embarrassment is that Mr. Fan's body is inseparable from the maintenance of the purple butterfly. Without the support of the elf, he would not have lived for three months.
"Okay, eight liang, four hundred grams." Mr. Fan was still bargaining.
"Mr. Fan, I'm going to say that even 300 grams per day is a great risk. The most affected by alcohol are the nervous system and cardiovascular system. I can't guarantee that your body will not have adverse reactions."
Mr. Fan pondered and said, "Is it very serious?"
"You may have a stroke, or you may have other adverse reactions."
“For example…”
"For example, losing self-awareness." Zhu Tong finally gave the worst possibility.
Mr. Fan suddenly pushed the bottle far away, pouted and said, "Let me become a fool, don't do it." He looked at them with greed, looking quite reluctant to let it go; "Director Li, aren't you scared
Am I? In the past, my wife often scared me like this."
Zhu Tong smiled and said, "There are other ways. I will teach you a word. If you can persist in writing 200 times a day, you don't have to quit drinking."
Mr. Fan cheered: "Okay, okay, I'm fine anyway, I can still kill time when practicing calligraphy."
"Old Fan, Director Li is talking about one word, not calligraphy." Wang Xiangjian knew that Zhu Tong wanted to teach Mr. Fan a kind of health-care skill, and reminded him.
"Yes, if Mr. Fan can learn this word well, it will be impossible for him to live a hundred years."
"What word?" Mr. Fan was eager to find a piece of white paper, but there was no brush in the room.
"We must first make three rules. First, before learning this word, we can only drink 600 grams of wine every day."
"Yes, I'll listen to the doctor."
"Second, don't be lazy, it's necessary to do it 200 times a day. No matter what happens..."
"I know, let's talk about the third one." Mr. Fan interrupted Zhu Tong impatiently and looked at Maotai with longing: "Does I be able to drink casually if I learn this word?"
"The third article is the most difficult. From today on, you cannot take any medicine without the permission of Dr. Zheng and I. Whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, no matter who sent it to you, even your relatives and friends, or someone else,
The medicine sent by the master cannot be used.”
Obediently and listen to the voice, Mr. Fan looked at Wang Xiangjian; "Director Li means..."
"I have no other intentions. Your body can no longer withstand the tossing." Zhu Tong didn't dare to say it too clearly.
Wang Xiangjie took less attention and said, "Old Chief, I suggest you replace the staff around you and pay attention to your diet."
Mr. Fan was surrounded by secretary and full-time doctors, as well as chefs and drivers, and there were about five or six people. When he was seriously ill, these people had almost nothing to do, and only full-time doctors and secretary were there.
The one who usually makes the decision was Fan Xilinhe. This time the condition suddenly worsened, and he took the special medicine sent by his old subordinates. The one who makes the decision was Fan Xilin.
"I will think about it." Old Fan's face was helpless. He had already taken most of the things lightly at this age, but it was not easy for anyone to be involved in people around him, especially his relatives. He had never thought about why Director Li did not think about why
Transfer him from the Marine Disease Institute villa to the intensive care unit.
Now that his condition has stabilized, he is not allowed to go back, but is admitted to the ward of a senior official.
In terms of conditions, this is much worse than that in the research institute.