"Old Pei."

Fang Han and his group left the Du family for about an hour, and a black Porsche stopped at the door of the Du family villa, and Du Yuelin stood at the door himself waiting.

As soon as the car stopped, Du Yuelin stepped forward and opened the car door and helped an old man in his sixties out of the car.

"I'm sorry to let you go there all the time in the middle of the night."

Du Yuelin smiled all over his face, very polite.

"Mr. Du is polite, I'm also curious. If I don't go tonight, I may not be able to sleep." The old man said with a smile.

The old man is nothing else, he is the deputy director of Shanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, the director of the internal medicine department of Shanghai Hospital, and the old Pei Hongkun, who is known as Pei Dayi.

Pei Hongkun is already 63 years old this year and will retire in two years. However, with Pei Hongkun's reputation and level, even if he retires, he will probably be rehired by Shanghai hospitals.

Pei Hongkun and Du Yuelin are not unfamiliar with each other. They have known each other before. This time, when the old man of the Du family was sick, Pei Hongkun was not in Shanghai. He just came back the day before yesterday. He came to the Du family yesterday and saw the old man of the Du family.

After taking the pulse, Pei Hongkun told Du Yuelin that this was a sign of the deceased yang and that the condition was already quite dangerous. In addition, the patient had a physical deficiency, so he needed to be very cautious in taking medication.

When I came yesterday, Pei Hongkun also prescribed the prescription. When he was leaving the prescription, Pei Hongkun told Du Yuelin: "I just take one dose of this prescription. If the high fever subsides, I will come for a follow-up visit. If the high fever remains the same, there is no need to take the medicine again."

Pei Hongkun’s meaning is very obvious, and he is not very sure. If the medicine is taken, if it works, he will come back. If it doesn’t work, it means that he can’t do anything about this disease, so he doesn’t need to take the medicine and he doesn’t need to come back.

Many people think that traditional Chinese medicine is a slow doctor.

In fact, it is not the case. As long as it is not a chronic disease, it will often take effect in one dose.

Traditional Chinese medicine is actually very particular about the use of medicine. If the medicine is right, one dose will show the effect. If one dose is too late, it will probably prove that the prescription has no effect or is not correct.

The effect mentioned here is not cure, but improvement or changes in the condition.

It’s like a calm lake. If you throw a stone in it, there will always be ripples on the lake. If there are ripples, it means that you have thrown it in. If there are no ripples at all, where did you throw this stone?

Only when the medicine is right can the follow-up treatment continue. If the medicine has no effect and the condition does not change at all, then we need to consider it again.

......

"People, please."

Du Yuelin led the way and led Pei Hongkun into the bedroom. At this moment, the old man of the Du family had already had a sleep and had taken another dose of medicine.

On the surface, the condition of the old man of the Du family did not seem to have changed much. He was still listless and in poor spirits, but the fever was already controlled and he was hovering around 37°3.

Pei Hongkun walked up and looked at it and saw that there was a difference between today's patient and what he saw yesterday.

Sitting beside the bed, Pei Hongkun put his pulse on his face and felt shocked, and the patient's pulse had changed.

When he came yesterday, Mr. Du's pulse seemed to be there and not seen, with his head fixed and his tail shaking, showing a sign of destruction of yang. However, when he took the pulse again today, although Mr. Du's pulse was still very weak, it was no longer the same as yesterday's pulse. There were pulses in both Cun Guan and Chi.

Pei Hongkun had a full three minutes of diagnosis, changed his hand and treated it for three minutes, then he let go and left the bedroom with Du Yuelin.

"Old Pei, how about it?"

"How wonderful it is."

Pei Hongkun couldn't help but exclaim: "It's such a wonderful idea to sweat by using the method of frightening."

"Old Pei, my father is now?"

"It's fine."

Pei Hongkun smiled and said, "Take it according to the prescription and take it carefully, Mr. Du's condition will improve day by day."

As he spoke, Pei Hongkun couldn't help but exclaim. It was really a wonderful idea, a wonderful idea.

Before coming, when Du Yuelin called Pei Hongkun, Pei Hongkun really didn't want to come. The prescription he prescribed didn't work, which means he couldn't treat this disease. Since he couldn't treat it, there was no need to go there.

But Du Yuelin told him Fang Han's treatment method.

After hearing this, Du Yuelin couldn't sit still, and his heart was like a cat's claw.

As a famous Xinglin master second only to several national players, Pei Hongkun's level is naturally not low. He doesn't want Kuang Mingzhuo and others to be completely a layman. As soon as Du Yuelin said about it, Pei Hongkun guessed Fang Han's intention.

It was precisely because he guessed that he was eager to know the patient's condition.

It was like a top student who encountered a difficult problem and was puzzled before. Suddenly someone told me a solution, and he couldn't help but want to confirm immediately that he was in the same mood.

"My heart was put in my stomach when Mr. Pei said this."

Du Yuelin smiled and said, "In this kind of thing, I still believe Mr. Pei's judgment."

Pei Hongkun waved his hand: "Shame, ashamed, I am not as good as this little Fang."

Du Yuelin smiled and said, "Mr. Pei, you are modest. Dr. Fang's level is indeed not low, and he also has some wonderful ideas. But after all, he is still young. It is normal for young people to occasionally have some diffuse thinking, but in the end it is still lacking in precipitation. You can't just turn your tail up to the sky just because of one or two wonderful ideas, and don't take the old senior seriously."

"hehe."

Pei Hongkun smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, but he felt really comfortable in his heart.

If you are an individual, you have vanity and face. Even Pei Hongkun is not immune to the vulgarity. This time Pei Hongkun is indeed inferior to Fang Han, but if Du Yuelin really thinks so, Pei Hongkun will probably be unhappy.

Du Yuelin has been in the mall for a long time, so he naturally understands the art of speaking very well. Pei Hongkun was in a good mood after saying it in a few words.

"Last year, I heard that Mr. Guo accepted a closed disciple. He has always been known only and did not see him. This time I saw that Mr. Guo accepted this student, indeed, is not simple, and he is a national player."

"I will introduce Dr. Fang to Mr. Pei another day. If a young rookie like Dr. Fang can give advice from an old senior like Mr. Pei, he can avoid many detours." Du Yuelin said.

"I am not qualified to give advice to Mr. Guo's student." Pei Hongkun said with a smile.

"Old Pei is humble. As the saying goes, each has its own strengths and weaknesses. Although Mr. Guo is a senior Xinglin, he is not omniscient and omnipotent. Mr. Pei, you are good at some of the things Mr. Guo is not necessarily good at."

"hehe."

Pei Hongkun was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Mr. Du, don't flatter me anymore. At my age, I still have self-knowledge. It's getting late, so I won't disturb you."

"I'll have someone give you a gift."

Du Yuelin kept sending Pei Hongkun into the car and watched Pei Hongkun go away, then he withdrew his gaze.

Business tycoons like Du Yuelin never trust others easily, nor do they put eggs in a basket. Although Mr. Du's fever has subsided today, Du Yuelin still needs to find someone to confirm it.

......

"dad."

When Du Yuelin returned to the living room, Du Wenkui hurriedly came up and asked, "What did Pei Hongkun say?"

"You called Pei Hongkun?"

Du Yuelin's face sank: "When can you learn more steadily?"

"Isn't this at home? There is no one else." Du Wenkui retorted weakly.

“Respect for people is an attitude, not a form.”

Du Yuelin slowly walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, saying earnestly: "People can have pride, but they cannot have pride. Don't always think that they are so great that they don't take anyone into consideration. Pei Hongkun is a famous Xinglin student and the vice president of Shanghai Hospital."

"I'll pay attention next time." Du Wenkui was speechless. Didn't he just say Pei Hongkun? There are no outsiders, so what?

Du Yuelin sighed. It took only a day for freezing, and his son was really spoiled.

"Your grandfather's condition has improved greatly. You are more polite when Fang Han comes tomorrow, don't always have nostrils facing you."

“Is there any improvement?”

Du Wenkui was a little surprised: "So that Fang Han's level is higher than Pei Hong...... than Dean Pei's level?"

"Where is that painting?"

Du Yuelin changed the subject and wanted to continue, he would probably be angry to death by his son.

"It's still in my grandfather's study."

"Find a box to put it in and give it to Fang Han tomorrow."

"Give it to Fang Han?"

Du Wenkui was shocked again: "Although the painting was torn in half, it is worth a lot of money to find someone to make up for it."

"Is your grandfather's life worthless?" Du Wenkui snorted: "Do as I said."

......

At Huangpu Hotel, Fang Han and Kuang Mingzhuo and others chatted until eleven o'clock. Kuang Mingzhuo and others went back to the room. Fang Han took a shower and lay on the bed, turned on his cell phone.

I just clicked on WeChat and there was a message.

Long Yaxin: "Have you fall asleep?"

"I just took a shower and was about to go to bed. Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

"I'm going to bed, too. Send a message to see if you're asleep?"

Then a smiley face: "When will you go back to the river?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow should be about the same." Fang Han said.

"I'm going to do a mission tomorrow." A sad expression was added to the back.

"be safe."

"Well, it's getting late, go to bed early, good night."

"Yeah, good night."

Looking at the last good night from Fang Han, Long Yaxin hugged her phone in front of her chest, her eyes looked at the ceiling, and a faint smile on her face.

She found that she was getting bolder now. She would not send messages to Fang Han at will before, but now she was so late to chat with Fang Han on WeChat.

Holding her cell phone and looking at the ceiling for a while, Long Yaxin turned off the lights and went to bed. After a long time, she still tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Long Yaxin turned on the light and took out a bag from the bedside table. The bag contained the concentrated fragrance given by Fang Han.

The scent of concentration was ignited, and a faint fragrance lingered in the room. Long Yaxin felt her mood calmed down instantly. When she opened her eyes, the sky outside had already brightened.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late soon." Long Yaxin took a look at the time and hurriedly got up and washed up.
Chapter completed!