"Zeng Yi, have you had time recently?" Qin Yizhou laughed on the phone.

Zeng Yi smiled and said, "Director Qin summoned him. No matter how important the matter is, he must be put aside first."

"If you have time, please come to Xiyuan for a walk. It seems that you haven't been to Mr. Qiao for a long time!" Qin Yizhou sent an invitation on the phone.

"Then I'll go there tomorrow morning. Director Qin will see if it's appropriate?" Zeng Yi asked. Qin Yizhou invited him to go to Xiyuan. There must be nothing else. He invited him to take his pulse for Old Master Qiao. It's three months since he went to take his pulse for Old Master Qiao last time.

Qin Yizhou thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then tomorrow morning."

Zeng Yi said: "I've been there early in the morning!"

"Okay, then I won't disturb your working hours. Let's talk to each other tomorrow!" Qin Yizhou said a few politely on the phone, then hung up the phone with a smile.

After putting down the phone, Zeng Yi walked out of the office and knocked on the door in an office next door. Hearing the sound of "please come in" from inside, he pushed the door and walked in, saying, "Director Chen!"

This is the office of Chen Yaxin, director of the hospital office. He looked up and saw that Zeng Yi was coming in. He bounced out of the chair and then walked out from behind the desk. He smiled and said enthusiastically: "It's Assistant Zeng, please sit down quickly, please sit down quickly! So are you. Our office is just a wall, and there is not a few steps away. If you have anything, just shout and I'll go there. Why do you have to come here in person?"

Zeng Yi waved his hand and said, "Director Chen is polite. You are an old comrade in our hospital. I should come to ask you more questions!"

"Assistant Zeng, sit down and say!" Chen Yaxin pointed to the reception sofa in the office, then quickly ran to make a pot of tea and said, "Assistant Zeng, drink a little water. The tea here is relatively ordinary, don't dislike it!"

It was originally a matter of one sentence. Zeng Yi planned to leave after he finished speaking, but after Chen Yaxin said this, it was difficult for him to leave. When he left, he seemed to dislike the bad tea. This was the bad thing in the system, and every sentence had a mystery. Zeng Yi had to sit down and said, "I don't understand tea either, as long as it tastes good."

Some time ago, Chen Yaxin hid away from Zeng Yi. He felt that it was unnecessary to say something to Zeng Yi, but now it is different. Seeing Zeng Yi is a bit more enthusiastic than seeing Zhou Yaoming. The situation is really different. Assistant Zeng is a very good figure in the health system.

First, with Minister Xu's support, and then rescue Minister Liang's old father, there is such a solid relationship there. Looking at the entire health system, if anyone dares to fight with Director Zeng, it is purely a suicide act.

Let’s see what happened to Li Yishan. I heard that the leaders of the department have become angry and decided to take Li Yishan. Now what is placed in front of Li Yishan is nothing more than two good and bad endings: a good ending is to sit on the bench until retirement; a bad ending is to beat the whole thing and be completely powerless.

Yesterday, Li Yishan was still majestic, but today he became a rat crossing the street. Everyone was beating the bloody lesson in front of him. Chen Yaxin dared not ignore it!

Sitting there and chatting for a few words, Zeng Yi said, "Director Chen, I have something private to do tomorrow morning, so I will ask you for leave!"

Chen Yaxin waved his hand quickly and said, "Assistant Zeng is so serious. My office director is just to upload and post. Assistant Zeng has important things to do, even if he goes there. If President Zhou asks, I will definitely explain it clearly for you."

According to the regulations of the hospital, if the hospital leaders and the heads of the departments below do not come to work or go out for activities, they must go to the hospital office to report in advance. However, this regulation is basically equivalent to decorations. How dare Chen Yaxin, the office director, stop him? So they often leave as soon as possible. Unless Zhou Yaoming asks about it afterwards, no one will ask.

Out of respect for the system, Zeng Yi came here to explain to Chen Yaxin, which made Chen Yaxin feel very moved. He thought to himself that Assistant Zeng is really good and respects him very much. He was so old-fashioned that he was so old-fashioned that Assistant Zeng had such a big connection.

After talking about the main business, Zeng Yi stood up and said goodbye. Chen Yaxin sent Zeng Yi out of the office and said with a smile: "If anything happens in the future, Director Zeng will just call me!"

Zeng Yi and Chen Yaxin said a few polite words and then went back to his office. Chen Yaxin kept watching Zeng Yi walk in before turning back to close his door.

The next morning, Zhang Jiexiong sent a car to take Zeng Yi directly to Xiyuan.

When he arrived at the door of Qiao's house, Qin Yizhou was already waiting. Seeing Zeng Yi's car, he thought that Zeng Yi and the Zhai family had a very deep relationship. Seeing Zeng Yi get out of the car, he smiled and walked forward two steps, saying, "I haven't seen you for a while, you are more energetic!"

Zeng Yi smiled and said, "The main reason is that the feng shui in the capital is good, and everyone is nourishing their spirits!"

Qin Yizhou laughed, and Zeng Yi praised himself in reverse, saying that he had been staying in the capital, wouldn’t he be more energetic? He raised his hand and said, “Go in and talk!”

The layout of Qiao Laoyuan has not changed from before, but as the air is getting hotter today, the plants in the courtyard are lush and green. A pavilion is specially built, with vines covered with vines and bunches of green grapes hanging down, which is particularly pastoral. (　　)

"Come on, sit in the house for a while first! Mr. Qiao went out for a walk. I knew you were coming, so I specially kept me in the house!" Qin Yizhou smiled and led Zeng Yi into the house in front of Duan to sit down. The nanny of Qiao's family brought fruit and refreshments.

"Are you still used to working and living in the capital?" Qin Yizhou asked.

Zeng Yi nodded and smiled, "It's much easier than when I was in Nanjiang. I used to be the director of the management committee and I couldn't finish it all day long. Now I'm going to work on time and getting off work secretly."

Qin Yizhou laughed and said, "How come I listen to you, I'm a little dissatisfied! But it's true that you are so young that you're really a little bored when you're nine to five all day long. You might as well be at ease!"

"Those who know me are Director Qin!" Zeng Yi laughed.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard rang, and the two of them looked through the open door and saw Mr. Qiao walking into the yard with his back, followed by a staff member. Then the two of them quickly stood up to greet him.

"Xiao Zeng is here!" Old Qiao was in a good mood. Seeing Zeng Yi nodding slightly, he said with a smile on his face: "I asked you to go there again. Let's talk in the house!"

When he sat down in the room, Zeng Yi first got to the point, took out a wrist pillow for taking the pulse, and then sat there to help Mr. Qiao take the pulse.

Old Qiao asked casually: "Old Zhai's health is fine recently?"

While taking the pulse, Zeng Yi nodded and said, "Eat well and sleep soundly. After Xiaoqian was relieved, Mr. Zhai's stomach has grown even after getting tired of her!"

"That's good. It's really not possible without him, the old killer god, there!" Old Qiao said as he asked casually. He didn't take Zeng Yi's answer seriously. He knew very well that even if Old Zhai was in poor health, Zeng Yi could only say good to him, not bad. Just like he was so ill that he was only left with breath, but except for the people in the medical team, there was almost no news outside.

However, looking at Zeng Yi's relaxed expression, Mr. Qiao believed that Mr. Zhai's physical condition was excellent. Now, the miracle doctor, Zeng Yi, lives in the Zhai family every day. With him in charge, I believe that Mr. Zhai will not be a problem at all if he lives for more than ten years.

Old Qiao sighed and said, "I really envy Mr. Zhai. Unlike the little boys in our family, they hide out one by one and almost forgot my old bones!"

Zeng Yi smiled, not talking, but focused on his pulse. In fact, he knew that the fact was not as what Mr. Qiao said. The Qiao family had always had a good tradition. No matter how busy they were, their family would come to hold a family gathering every week, but it was indeed impossible to stay by Mr. Zhai like Xiao Qiangao. The Qiao family was very prosperous. Now there are older people in the third generation than Zeng Yi. It was just when they were spending time outside, how could they come and get the old man's training?

However, recently, news has been reported that Mr. Qiao’s second son, Qiao Guandong, is likely to go to the place. This may be what Mr. Qiao means, because the members of the Qiao family are too concentrated in the center, which may not be a good thing.

After taking the pulse, Mr. Qiao had no major problems in his body and did not need to take special medicine to adjust it. Zeng Yi talked about what things to pay attention to in daily life, and Qin Yizhou was recording.

After finishing the work, Mr. Qiao was in great interest and invited Zeng Yi into his study. He wrote a few words recently and felt that he was very good, so he asked Zeng Yi to review them together.

Zeng Yi not only had a deep attainment in calligraphy, but also was quite familiar with ancient anecdotes and allusions. After looking at the words written by Mr. Qiao, he could almost infer Mr. Qiao’s thoughts when he wrote. The comments he made were not all praises. He would also tactfully put forward any shortcomings, but every comment could hit the title and hit the proudness of Mr. Qiao.

This made Boss Qiao happy and felt like he was suddenly a close friend. What was the most feared thing about writing: one was to pretend to understand. The comments he made were all filled with gorgeous words and would not hit the point at all; the other was to be afraid of having a single understanding, and he could not fully understand the wonderful meaning in the writer's heart at that time. This was like making a table of delicacies, but the diners didn't know how to appreciate them. How could the chef feel good?

"The most conceited thing in my life is calligraphy. There are only two or three famous calligraphers outside who can catch my eye!" Qiao Lao laughed, took a cup and drank a sip of water, and then said, "But, Xiao Zeng, you may be ahead of them. There will be one more person who can discuss calligraphy with me in the future!"

"Old Qiao Qiao, I was just talking nonsense just now!" Zeng Yi was kind.

Old Qiao raised his eyebrows and said, "You said that, are you saying that my words are also written randomly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the door of the study room and said, "You said, "Your word is written randomly. I think no one has the courage to do this!"

Zeng Yi looked back and found that it was Li Zhaoxiong, director of the General Office of the CPC Central Committee, and said, "Director Li!"

Li Zhaoxiong smiled and said, "I said who it is? It turns out to be Xiao Zeng! Old man, are you showing your calligraphy again?"

Mr. Qiao said to the few words on the table: "These words Xiao Zeng commented on me all came to the point, but he insisted on learning the polite nonsense of others and saying that they were talking nonsense. Did I practice calligraphy for so many years in vain?"

Li Zhaoxiong smiled and said, "I know Xiao Zeng is polite, you still have to be angry, isn't it the same as Xiao Zeng?"

When Mr. Qiao thought about it, he laughed and said, "You are right!"

"It just so happens that, while you are in good mood now, I will ask you for sub-word words!" Li Zhaoxiong walked to the desk and said, "The old man's birthday is coming soon. The leader is going to celebrate his birthday. He is worried about what gift to give, and it is better to give away the characters!"

When Mr. Qiao heard this, he said, "No, I will go there too, and it is not appropriate to use my words."

Li Zhaoxiong had already spread the paper. After hearing what Mr. Qiao said, he had to smile bitterly and said, "You are not going to prepare a piece of characters, right?"

Old Qiao nodded and said, "The only words that can be used to show off!" After saying that, Old Qiao suddenly lit up his eyes and said, "Yes, you can let Xiao Zeng write. His calligraphy skills are not inferior to mine."

"No, no, this is absolutely not possible, it's not appropriate!" Zeng Yi hurriedly refused. He was startled by Mr. Qiao's proposal. You must know that the leader Li Zhaoxiong's mouth was not someone else, but Comrade Yan Xudong! Comrade Yan Xudong was going to celebrate the old man's birthday, but took out a word written by an unknown person. What was it like? He took the initiative to suggest: "Master Rong Daoyirong's calligraphy is also very good. There are high praises at home and abroad. Why don't you ask Master Rong to write it!"

Rong Daoyi is the master of calligraphy who generously donated money when the Nanyun Medical Charity Fund was established. Finally, he took away Zeng Yi's character.

Old Qiao snorted coldly, his face unhappy, as if he was not interested in Rong Daoyi's words.

Li Zhaoxiong said: "In the field of calligraphy, the old man has a high opinion of himself. It is amazing that Xiao Zeng is very good at recommending it himself. It seems that you have to write this character."

Zeng Yi still waved his hand and said, "No, no, absolutely not!"

"I think it's OK!" Old Qiao took a teacup and blew a soft mouthful of foam, saying, "I think this thing is very empty. The old man can know the little comrade of hot and sour soup, but he may not know who Rong Dao is.

Li Zhaoxiong nodded slightly and agreed. Although Rong Daoyi is very famous, the old man may not have heard of it. On the contrary, the old man must have known Zeng Yi's name. If he took out Zeng Yi's word, the gift would be a bit innovative. And then his old man must have been there at that time. As soon as the calligraphy expert praised him, Zeng Yi's calligraphy would have greatly increased its value, and it would never be a nameless person's word.

"The old man is right. The mountain is not high, but there are immortals and spirits! The words written by people are not important, what is important is what words written!" Li Zhaoxiong said with a smile.

Four thousand words are given, and today we have to make up for it.
Chapter completed!