Song Che was really exhausted. He slept very deeply until it was completely dawn before he woke up.

Standing up, stretching, rubbing his sleepy eyes, Song Che was about to wash up when he suddenly remembered that his luggage bag was left at the police station last night.

However, on the desk, there were brand new toothbrushes, towels, disposable paper cups, and a note with beautiful words.

"Last night I found that your luggage bag was not brought. These have not been opened and used. You can use them first. Dean Xu and others asked me to notify you. After waking up, go to the ICU to see Mr. Liu immediately. PS: Do you know that you slept like a dead pig last night, and the snoring made me not sleep well all night!"

Looking at Xu Qiaoen's implicitly considerate comments and dissatisfied complaints, Song Che couldn't help but smile.

After going to the bathroom next door to wash up, Song Che went straight to the intensive care unit.

At this moment, the old man Liu had woken up, and even took off his oxygen hood and was lying on the bed talking to Liu Xiangtao and his wife.

Xu Tianlu, Xu Qiaoen, Fu Chunhua and others stood beside him. When they saw Song Che coming, they said, "Why are you talking about you, come here quickly."

Song Che walked to the bed, glanced at Mr. Liu's complexion, and asked with a smile: "How do you feel?"

"I just feel that I can still breathe in after walking around in front of the Ghost Gate."

The old Liu laughed loudly and said, "I have heard of the situation. Young man, you are really extraordinary!"

"Medical skills are used to cure diseases and save people, so there is no need to be so ridiculous." Song Che said: "I'll take your pulse first."

In fact, Fu Chunhua had already investigated before he came, but everyone still consciously gave up their seats and sat on the edge of the bed to take the pulse of Mr. Liu.

"It's better than expected, but you can't drink high-level spirits for a long time." Song Che said.

Mr. Liu was immediately moved and said in surprise: "You can see this, it's really amazing."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiangtao's face suddenly turned ugly and he said, "Dad, have you repeatedly told you not to drink, your body..."

"It's a big deal to make me want to make a big deal. At most, I'll just taste that little cup every week."

Mr. Liu said angrily, but in the face of his son's concern, he still compromised: "Okay, I'll quit completely. Oh, my only hobby in this life is to drink some wine. Now you can't touch or taste it. What's the difference between living and dying?"

"Dad, you just survived the disaster, why did you say such unlucky words?" Hu Yunhui said helplessly.

Song Che was also amused by the old rude boy Liu and said, "You can still drink it, but the wine you drink must be mixed in the future."

"Really?" Old Liu's eyes lit up.

"Really, but to be proper, you have to go through a month of medicinal treatment."

Song Che reached out to Xu Qiaoen for a pen and notebook, wrote a prescription on it casually, handed it to Liu Xiangtao, and said, "In the next month, I will drink medicine every three days, but the medicinal meal must be three meals a day, and the portion size is according to the standard of 70% full."

Liu Xiangtao couldn't understand the prescription of Chinese medicine, so when he handed the prescription to Xu Tianlu, he took advantage of the opportunity to give a look, suggesting that he would go back and give it to experts in traditional Chinese medicine to dialectically first.

As a result, Mr. Liu saw his son's little thoughts and said decisively: "Just do what Dr. Song said, he snatched my life back from the gate of hell. Can you still harm me now?"

Seeing that her husband was a little embarrassed, Hu Yunhui smoothed out and said, "Dad, we are also considering your health. There is no other intention. We are extremely grateful and trusting to Dr. Xiao Song and our whole family."

Liu Xiangtao also took advantage of the situation and said to his secretary Xia Yunjie: "Xiaoxia, please help out to get medicine first."

When Fu Chunhua and Xia Yunjie withdrew, Liu Xiangtao smiled at Song Che Zhanyan, reached out and patted Song Che on the shoulder, and said, "Doctor Song, then my father's next rehabilitation work will be a lot of trouble."

If the mayor was so respectful and praised, it would have been a normal person who would have raised his tail to the sky, but Song Che still looked calm and said, "It should be, but I won't stay in the hospital for treatment all the time. If you have any questions, please contact me by phone."

Everyone immediately heard something wrong in this sentence. Xu Tianlu first asked: "Doctor Song, you are not staying in the hospital, where are you going? Didn't you say it well yesterday?"

There was a sense of complaint and blame in his eyes.

Last night, in order to get Song Che back, he would rather destroy Ma Shiyou, but Song Che still wanted to cross the river and destroy the bridge. This was obviously a joke!

Hu Yunhui also thought that Song Che was still prejudiced to the hospital's atmosphere and advised: "Doctor Song, if you have any grudges and doubts, you might as well say it out. We and the hospital leaders will try our best to help you solve it. If you leave, it will not only be the loss of the People's Hospital, but also the loss of countless patients in Yunzhou."

Although Xu Qiaoen didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with anxiety and depression, and there was a vague reluctance.

"You misunderstood what I mean. I didn't say I wanted to leave the People's Hospital immediately."

Song Che smiled and said, "This time I came to the People's Hospital for an internship, mainly recommended by my tutor Professor Ling, but in fact, I didn't explain it to him clearly before leaving. I don't really want to continue to practice medicine at this time."

"Why is this? You have good medical skills. Isn't it a pity not to be a doctor?" Mr. Liu was also full of doubts.

"My grandpa just passed away a week ago..."

Song Che said truthfully, a hint of sadness in his eyes, "Later I found the suicide note he gave me, and there was a passage in it saying that if I wanted to become a qualified doctor, before this, try to experience the coldness of the world, secular human feelings, and the best training platform, which is to go to the grassroots government agencies and think about learning the philosophy of dealing with people and things."

There was a silence in the ward.

Mr. Liu's eyes flashed a few times and murmured: "Before practicing medicine, you must cultivate your mind. Your grandfather's suggestion is interesting."

Liu Xiangtao and others gradually savored a little bit of tricks.

They are well versed in the officialdom and naturally know that in this official country, the officialdom is the most capable of soothing and detecting people's hearts.

Because the grassroots officialdom is closely related to the grassroots social level, it is most likely to be exposed to all kinds of strange people and things in society.

Of course, the grassroots level also need to be divided into specific circumstances.

If it is a free job in a clear yamen, even the most ambitious and talented person will be assimilated by the kind of ambition and talented atmosphere sooner or later, he will only stay in the office and read newspapers and stamp them every day.

On the contrary, some positions with strong and high-pressure functions often best temper people's will.

Like Liu Xiangtao, when he first entered the official career, he went to a poor township as the deputy head of the township. After going through setbacks and tests, he has developed his tenacious and wise mind now.

"Then your next plan is..."
Chapter completed!