Wealth

Li Yuanhu was arranged by Fan Wuyi to rest in the Pingyuan Hotel. After all, his body suffered a lot of damage and he still needed a few days to recuperate. Fan Wuyi was planning to send him to the Panshi Airport Construction Headquarters after a period of time. Acting as one's own plenipotentiary representative, after all, is the person who saved his life, and gave him great hope, and it was easier to use.

After Feng Ping received the 500,000 yuan check she gave him, she disappeared, but Fan Wu fell ill and didn't worry that she would run away from now on. With a golden mountain as big as herself in front of him, not many girls could resist. Got this huge temptation.

On the contrary, it was early the next morning, before Fan Wubing got up, he was awakened by the bell outside the door.

Fan Wuyao struggled to get up, took a look through the visual system, and found that Fengping was standing in the doorway, winking at himself, so he put on his clothes and went out to open the door for her.

Fan’s bodyguards, six Fan Heng and two Zhang Mei, follow them at all times. Naturally, the family will no longer be left to Fan Wuyi’s housekeeping staff, and Fan Wubing doesn’t like the seals squatting in front of his house. , So everything has to be done by yourself. *****

"Why did you come here early in the morning?" Fan Wuyao yawned and asked with a frown.

It’s also very strange recently. Fan Wubing always feels a little lethargic. It is said that he has been practicing Kungfu for 16 years. He has already mastered his congenital meridians. Compared with ordinary people, he doesn’t know how many times he has become more prosperous and sleep time. It is also very rare, but it has been a little different recently. Compared with ordinary people, they feel less sleep.

"It's almost nine o'clock, why are you still sleeping? I haven't heard of a rich man who is as lazy as you." Feng Ping looks in a good mood today. It is estimated that yesterday he received a check of 500,000 yuan and did a lot of money. It's because of the big event.

"The dream hasn't been realized for thousands of years. How long did I sleep?" After talking to Fengping for a while, Fan Wubing felt that his spirit had recovered. Can't find out what happened. So he asked Feng Ping, "Is there anything wrong with you coming so early?"

"Can't I come to see you if I'm okay?" Feng Ping said with a blank look at Fan Wuyi.

Fan Wubing shrugged. After his heart is entangled by girls, there is probably not much personal space left, unless you have a lot of concentration to ignore them, but this possibility is basically very small, at least Fan No disease is not much courage to shut out beautiful girls. ^^^^

"I guess you got up late. So I brought you breakfast." Feng Ping shook the lunch box hidden behind him in front of Fan Wuyao's eyes, and said to him triumphantly.

Fan Wubing was shocked when he saw the lunch box in Feng Ping's hand, then wrinkled his nose and sniffed twice before asking, "It looks like tofu brain? It smells good--"

Feng Ping quickly opened the lunch box. On the upper layer were the peeled Songhua eggs and four delicate small buns. Below was the fragrant tofu brain, which made Fan Wuyi's index finger move.

Fan Wubing took the spoon from Feng Ping's hand, and praised it again and again after taking two sips. "It's really good. Where did you get it? I remember the breakfast stalls around. It seems that no one can make such delicious tofu."

Seeing Fan Wuyao's praise, Feng Ping said with some pride, "Of course you haven't drunk it. My family made this by myself. The entire Panshi is the only one. There is no semicolon.\\"

Fan Wubing couldn't help but be amazed. He didn't expect Feng Ping's family to do this, and it's not easy to be able to achieve this level! I couldn't help but ask. "What exactly is your home?"

"My family is an authentic farmer." Feng Ping said, looking at Fan Wuyao.

"Really?" Fan Wubing asked, but he believed a little bit in his heart. Ordinary city people, who would do this kind of thing? And it's done so finely? It seems unlikely. And most people don't have the tools to do this.

"Of course it is true. Otherwise, why would I be so interested in making money? I just want my brother to go to a good school and get ahead in the future. Achieve a career." Feng Ping said.

Oh. Turns out there is a younger brother who wants to go to school. Fan Wubing nodded, but suddenly remembered something. Feeling that something is wrong, he asked, "Is it right?! I remember you said that your family lives on this road, how could it be a farmer?! You are lying again!"

Feng Ping didn't expect Fan Wubing to react so quickly, so he smiled and replied, "My family is a farmer, it doesn't mean that I am a farmer now! But my parents used to stay in the countryside, so they can do all these tasks. , And the preparation is very delicate, you drink the ground tofu brain, it is my mother personally made it, a total of only a pot. ^^^^"

Fan Wubing nodded. Of course, the feeling of eating a small stove and eating a big pot of rice is different. When you make tofu at ordinary market stalls, of course they are made in a big pot, and it is impossible to be too delicate. Of course, there is no such family. The homemade taste is better.

"What are your plans today?" Feng Ping asked Fan Wuyao.

Fan Wubing was eating small buns with fennel stuffing. The taste was quite good and the craftsmanship was better. Xin Dao Feng Ping’s family was really at a loss if she didn’t open a restaurant. Hearing this, he looked at Feng Ping and said, “Well, I’ve been lethargic recently. I want to see a doctor today, is there something wrong?"

"I think your body is very good. It's red, it doesn't look like you're sick." Feng Ping looked up and down and looked at Fan Wu's disease. He couldn't see how he looked like a sick person.

Fan Wuyao yawned and said, "Ha, anyway, I just feel that something is wrong with me. As a human being, I can't avoid doctors. When there is a problem, I have to go to the hospital. late."

Feng Ping suddenly felt a little lost after hearing Fan Wubing’s words. It took a long time to react. He shook his head and said to Fan Wubing, "Ah, what you said makes sense. My brother was delayed in treating the disease. Timing, now both legs are paralyzed."

"Oh?" Fan Wuyao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Feng Ping's younger brother to be a disabled person.

In fact, most of Fengping's 500,000 yuan was used to treat his younger brother's disease, because her brother's legs were paralyzed, which has something to do with her.

"When I was a child, I took my brother out to play, right over the Liuhua River. It was probably because of the wind after swimming in the water that my brother’s legs were swollen. After returning home, everyone did not take this matter too seriously. After a week, I couldn’t walk anymore. When I went to the hospital, I couldn’t help it. Western medicine couldn’t find the problem, but Chinese medicine said that wind evil entered the bones and medicine stones were ineffective.” Feng Ping said sullenly. For ten years, looking at the way my brother can only sit at home, I really think that the person who can't walk is myself."

Feng Ping wanted to find a chance to make more money. The purpose is to go to a big hospital to check on her younger brother to see if he can regain his ability to walk. As long as he can move freely, he has no other extravagant hopes. NS.

"In this case, if I am going to Beijing in a few days, I can contact you in advance and bring your brother there. Check it carefully to see if there is a possibility of recovery." Fan Wubing thought of his relationship with 301 General Hospital. They were very familiar, and didn't care if they troubled them again, so he suggested to Feng Ping.

After eating breakfast, Fan Wubing went to the People’s Hospital with Fengping. There was a newly-introduced general examination equipment here. After checking Fan Wubing from beginning to end, nothing was wrong, so he finally heard the news. The director who came over suggested that the old Chinese doctor in the hospital should show him.

"Old Chinese doctor? Haha—" Fan Wubing thought of this term a bit ridiculous~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the hospitality of the dean was difficult, so he went to have a look.

The old Chinese doctor is indeed an old Chinese doctor, not an old military doctor, but a clean-looking old man who is more than eighty years old, has a long beard, and is in excellent spirits. After seeing Fan Wuyi, he was a little curious. I looked at him, and exclaimed, "This young man is very unusual!"

Fan Wubing smiled bitterly and rubbed his nose. "Everyone seems to like guest appearances these days. It seems this is a trend."

The old Chinese doctor heard the words and laughed, “Doctors are not divided into families, and those who practice Chinese medicine don’t understand a little bit of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, how can they treat people based on symptoms? He said, "You are sick, not sick."

"How do you talk about this?" Fan Wubing asked. If it's a fortune teller, it's all right to say such ambiguity. It's a bit too bad for a doctor of yours to say such a vague thing, right?

"It's just that the yin and yang are not adjusted, and the yang is too strong." Seeing that Fan Wuyi didn't understand, the old Chinese doctor leaned into his ear and whispered, "You kid has practiced martial arts? Only a woman can cure your disease!"