The daughter of the medical school is so handsome

"What's going on here? Is there any bad news coming from our company?"

Song Zhigao asked anxiously.

"Mr. Song, I haven't heard any bad news in the market so far. It should be maliciously manipulated by some organization, with the purpose of causing panic among stockholders and absorbing a large amount of shares."

The assistant said anxiously, "Please come back immediately to hold a meeting of the board of directors. Some major shareholders have already concentrated the company, and we are waiting for your explanation."

After Song Zhigao hung up the assistant's phone, he explained the situation to his two sons.

"Master, I'm really sorry. There is a crisis in the company. Please forgive me for my poor reception. If you have any opinions, please tell Xiumei."

Song Zhigao said to the master.

"Hey, forgive me for saying one more thing. The disaster in your company is not accidental. If you want to resolve it, it will be on that girl."

The master sighed.

"What do you mean?"

Song Zhigao asked with a trembling heart.

"I just said that if it wasn't for that girl, not only would Sun not be able to grow up healthily, but even the Song family's foundation would be in jeopardy."

The master said while counting, "I suggest you, even if you can't get the girl's forgiveness to resume the engagement, at least let her come over, let her first block the current wave of catastrophe."

"I'll go and beg her, even if I kneel down."

Poor parents all over the world, Deng Xiumei stood up and said when she heard this.

Song Zhiyuan thought for a while, then nodded, "Go and try, after all, you were nice to her before, so she probably won't hold grudges."

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"Qi Qi—"

As soon as Feng Qi walked out of the school gate, she heard a friendly call, she stopped to follow the sound and saw that it was Song Minghui's mother, Deng Xiumei.

Deng Xiumei is wearing an elegant hand-embroidered cheongsam with a simple bun, elegant and beautiful, and she can be seen from a good family.

According to the memory of the original owner, Feng Qi knew that Deng Xiumei was very kind to her in the past, and would not look down on her like other people. Every time she saw her, she was always pleasant, and I don't know if it was because of her own upbringing.

"Hello Auntie!"

Feng Qi roughly guessed her reason for coming, but she also treated her with courtesy.

"Qiqi, can you give Auntie some time and have a cup of tea with Auntie?"

Deng Xiumei asked gently.

"Auntie, I know why you're here, so we don't need to talk about the marriage contract."

Feng Qi refused to say.

"Qiqi, I didn't come here to discuss a marriage contract. I just want you to go to the hospital to see Minghui. He has a high fever now."

Deng Xiumei begged pitifully, "You don't have to do anything, you just have to look at him, please, okay?"

"Song Minghui has a high fever? Isn't he in the hospital? Why do you need me to see him? I don't think he needs me to see him. He would be more happy to see Yinyin."

Feng Qi raised her eyes and saw Feng Yin not far away, she also happened to look towards them, "Yin Yin is over there, you can go find her."

"No, Qiqi, I'm only looking for you. Only you can help with this matter. Auntie will not hide from you. Minghui has a high fever for three days. The master said that only you can make him recover."

Deng Xiumei pulled her and said frankly.

"If you are sick, you have to go to a doctor. What kind of master do you go to? You are superstitious."

Feng Qi frowned and said.

"We also went to the doctor and gave Minghui a physical examination, but we couldn't find out the cause, so we had no choice but to believe in superstition."

Deng Xiumei choked with tears and said, "If something happens to him, I don't want to live anymore."

Although Feng Qi is a hard-hearted person, she can't see a woman cry.

Although she hated Song Minghui, she didn't want his life. As a doctor, she was also curious about what kind of illness he was suffering from high fever, so she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go and see."

"Really? Qiqi, thank you so much."

Deng Xiumei grabbed her hand in surprise, "Go now, okay?"

"Ah."

Feng Qi nodded, carried her schoolbag, and followed Deng Xiumei into the car to the hospital.

Song Zhiyuan returned to the company, and the master left, only Song Qinghe was taking care of Song Minghui.

"Qi Qi is here."

When Song Qinghe saw Feng Qi, he also had a kind smile on his face, and he no longer looked down upon Feng Qi in every possible way like before.

Feng Qi nodded faintly, and walked to Song Minghui's bed.

Seeing that Song Minghui's fair cheeks were flushed red, and his breathing was short and unsteady, she sat down and put her hand on his pulse gate, and found that his pulse was beating very unusually, not just a common cold and fever.

Looking closely at his face, he found a blue line running from the center of his brow, like a sharp knife, down the bridge of his nose, almost hitting the middle of the person!

The evil wind enters the brain!

She frowned slightly.

This kind of disease cannot be detected by current medical equipment, so superstitious people will think that ghosts and evil spirits have taken hold of the body, and only Chinese medicine has a saying.

As long as this green line invades the patient's body, there is no way for any doctor to turn back, which is what Bian Que said is terminally ill!

Fortunately, he has only reached the tip of his nose now, and if he waits for another two days, this fine young man will be left lying on the bed like a vegetable for the rest of his life.

"Do you think I can make him better?"

Feng Qi looked at Song Qinghe and his wife.

"Ah."

Deng Xiumei nodded hastily, "Master said, as long as you are here."

"It's not enough for me to be here, I also need to do acupuncture on him so he can get better!"

Feng Qi took out her needles from her bag and said, "But the premise is that you trust me and entrust him to me for treatment."

"Qiqi, you want to give him acupuncture? You don't know anything?"

Seeing the needle, Deng Xiumei said in panic, "Let the doctor come for the treatment."

"Sure?"

Feng Qi blinked her dark eyes and looked at the two of them, "You are both educated and cultured people, how superstitious are you going to be?"

Song Qinghe and his wife looked at each other.

Sometimes they are superstitious, sometimes they are not.

But when humans are powerless, they choose superstition.

"I'll ask the master."

Song Qinghe saw Feng Qi's big eyes that looked extremely intelligent and calm, and suddenly felt that he had to trust her, but he didn't dare to make a decision.

Feng Qi smiled.

"Master, that girl wants to do acupuncture for Minghui, is that okay?"

Song Qinghe asked.

"As long as she thinks she can, I can only figure out that she is your son's noble person, and she will save your son from danger."

replied the master.

"OK, thanks."

After Song Qinghe hung up the master's phone, he hesitated for a moment, and said to Feng Qi, "Okay."

Deng Xiumei was a little panicked, but she couldn't say anything, so she watched Feng Qi nervously spread out the needle, took out the silver needle from it, and inserted it into her son's eyebrows and groin.

Song Qinghe found that at this time, Feng Qi seemed to be a completely different person, with a focused expression, and her whole body seemed to be filled with some kind of power, which made people feel like there was some kind of divine presence on her body...