Chapter 16 Zhang Song's condition

Chapter 16 Zhang Song's Condition

Every occupation has an occupational disease, even if you do the work you like. When interest becomes a task, people will instinctively choose to reject it. This is out of the yearning for freedom, and also in line with the shirking of responsibility.

Zhang Song is definitely a face-to-face figure in Jinjiang. He and Su Haibo have never had dinner and had tea. Of course, the gap between the two is still obvious. After all, Su Haibo is guarded by Jin Jiang's former boss, and behind Zhang Song is just a home that needs to take care of.

There is nothing more tragic about the tragic life of a capitalist, because money has embarked on this road and unconsciously came to an end.

When Jinjiang reshuffled the cards, Zhang Song stayed because he had a good relationship with Su Haibo, but then the problem appeared. After becoming the double boss of the insurance and security company, the pressure was greater than before. After staying up for a long time, he finally fainted in the office.

The hospital asked to be hospitalized for observation, but Zhang Song's half of the gangster's temper has always had an attitude towards this kind of illness. Up to now, his condition has been delayed. Some time ago, he had a headache and went to the hospital to have a look. He told him that the tumor in his head was not suppressed and had affected the blood supply to the brain.

Of course, no matter how serious the doctor said, Zhang Song just listened and turned this pressure into a motivation for work, which is why he was in a hurry to tell Zhang Bowen that his partner was in a hurry to have a grandson.

He doesn't want to wait for him to become half-act and then see his grandson. At that time, he doesn't know anyone. He also doesn't want Zhang Bowen to know about his illness. He is gratified to see his son learn well. In fact, everything is enough.

"It's okay. I'm just talking." Zhang Song said with a smile and patted Zhang Bowen on the shoulder.

"Dad, if there is any situation, just tell me. I can't solve it. There is still Brother Sheng." Zhang Bowen looked a little ugly and stared at his father and said.

He knows his own son, and he is not much more open and aboveboard, but he absolutely loves himself. He should be beaten and scolded, but he is absolutely sorry for Zhang Bowen.

"It's really nothing. Isn't your father so old to complain?" Zhang Song said with a smile, and he couldn't see any difference in a series of kindness.

They are all movie emperors who can get together in the mall, but Zhang Song ignored two points. The first point is that Zhang Bowen is his son's father and son, and the second point is that the expert movie emperor sits next to him.

"How old are you to complain? What's going on? Let's talk about it quickly. In this way, let's go to the hospital for a check-up now. It's best if you have nothing to do. Adjust it quickly. Looking at his own expression, Zhang Bowen suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Bah, you dead child, what do you mean to let your father go to the hospital for the Spring Festival?" Zhang Song looked at each other, but he saw that Zhang Bowen was still staring at him with no expression on his face, and sighed gently without saying anything.

"Can't you do a check-up?" Zhang Bowen looked at Pan Hongsheng and found that the other party just raised his eyelids and didn't say a word. He took a deep breath and asked.

He knew that it was not good for guests at home to say such words. Although he didn't treat Pan Hongsheng as an outsider, he still wanted to make a good first impression on his brother Sheng, but his situation was so unclear that he really couldn't calm down.

The scene suddenly became cold. Zhang Bowen didn't say anything but looked at his own son Zhang Song. Zhang Song did not say anything and looked down at the water in the teacup, leaving only Pan Hongsheng watching.

To be honest, he didn't want to get in, but he couldn't help coughing when he saw the stalemate of Zhang Bowen and Zhang Song.

"Uncle Zhang, why don't you go to the hospital? I can help deal with any problems." Pan Hongsheng said tentatively.

In fact, as soon as he came in, he saw that Zhang Song's face was not good. At first glance, he didn't have a good rest for a long time. He also wanted to go back early, but this kind of thing happened.

Looking at Pan Hongsheng's eyes, Zhang Song opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"It's not a serious illness. You can't die." Looking at the two people staring at him all the time, Zhang Song finally spoke bravely.

"Well, how about I give you a pulse?" Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment and said with a smile.

Pulse? Can Brother Sheng take the pulse? Zhang Bowen looked at Pan Hongsheng in surprise and found that the other party blinked at him and nodded slightly.

There have been countless strange things that happened to Pan Hongsheng. If there are other things, Zhang Bowen may be a little strange, but when the two were flying to Shennongjia, Pan Hongsheng nagging several times that he knew a few flavors of traditional Chinese medicine was not useful at all. Obviously, Brother Sheng did not know the pulse.

Looking at his son with some hesitation, Zhang Song was a little nervous. Pan Hongsheng looked not very old, but from the fact that Zhang Bowen, who could make him a dung begd, had already known that he was not a mediocre person. What if he really found something?

"Dad, you let Brother Sheng touch it for you. If nothing happens, I will be relieved." Zhang Bowen hesitated for a moment.

"That's fine, but Hongsheng, don't scare Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang is in good health!" Looking at Pan Hongsheng with some worry, Zhang Song tried his best to make a normal smile appear on his face.

"Don't worry, I won't blindly look at you." Nodding his head, Pan Hongsheng walked over with a smile, and his hands were gently put on Zhang Song's pulse. One person squinted and meditated.

This young man really doesn't know how to control his pulse, but the good thing is that the old man has some research on these things. Every time Pan Hongsheng feels dizzy and hot, he will touch his beard and think for a few minutes, and then pats his head and tells him not to pretend to be sick.

In fact, there was a shadow for the old man Pan Hongsheng to see a doctor. Once he had a fever of 40 degrees. The old man touched his forehead and went out to cut firewood without changing his face, but the next day he was really inexplicably better.

Wangwenwen asked the old man only one last step. Pan Hongsheng also sat at the last step, touched it, gently opened his eyes and looked at the expressions of the two people, and then squeezed his lips, and a trace of light gold real light unconsciously slowly moved from between to Zhang Song's body.

Because he was worried about Zhang Song's body, Pan Hongsheng specially decomposed the real thinness. Zhang Song only felt that his arm was a little hot, and then he felt drowsy. He was unconsciously taking a nap on the sofa. Zhang Bowen did not dare to speak when he looked at this scene, but his expression was more nervous.

If Pan Hongsheng is still the same strength as before, Zhang Song may be in danger. The strength of a martial artist Zhenang is definitely not affordable for ordinary people. Even if Pan Hongsheng's Zhenang is gentle and broad, it is impossible, but Pan Hongsheng's control of Zhen Kong, who has entered the realm of refining gods, has long been in shape, and it is impossible to come out. Now this kind of problem.

After nearly five minutes, Pan Hongsheng slowly raised his hand and then took a breath, waved to Zhang Bowen and walked out to the door.

"Brother Sheng, what's wrong with my father?" As soon as the two walked aside, Zhang Bowen looked at Pan Hongsheng nervously, with a little worry on his face.

"I don't know." Pan Hongsheng shook his head with a smile, but then gently patted Zhang Bowen on the shoulder.

"I don't know what the disease is, but I'm definitely not sick now, and my health is not worse than that of young people. If you don't believe it, when your uncle is ready, you can compare with him. Well, I have something else to do. Let's go first."

Pan Hongsheng, who looked at the time, opened the anti-theft door of the villa and left without waiting for Zhang Bowen to speak, while Zhang Bowen behind him opened his mouth and did not say anything, but his eyes were a little moved.