Mr. Ma didn't care and said with a smile: "I'm here to visit Mr. Mei today. Since I've met you, you can go with me."

"I......"

Fang Han opened his mouth, originally planning to refuse, but Mr. Mei had already seen him when he was checking the rounds in the morning. He had just chatted with Zhou Tonghui for two hours, and the morning was almost over.

However, before Fang Han could say anything, Mr. Ma walked forward, and Fang Han didn't say anything.

“Come on.”

The young man was anxious and subconsciously urged him.

At this moment, the young man was a little confused about Fang Han's identity, so he didn't dare to scream, but just urged him in a low voice.

"Xiao Fang, hurry up." Old Ma took two steps and turned around and shouted.

Fang Han had no choice but to follow.

When the young man saw Fang Han following, he trotted to the front. He first went to the door of Mr. Mei's ward and reached out to knock on the door.

A sound came from inside, and the young man carefully opened the door, and then let Mr. Ma step into the ward on the side, and Fang Han followed closely behind.

"Old Ma, why are you here?"

Mei Limin was not there in the ward. Mei Lihong, the daughter of Mr. Mei, was sitting beside the hospital bed and talking to Mr. Mei. When she saw Mr. Ma coming in, she hurriedly got up to greet him.

Mei Lihong dared to shout at Tan Guangping, but was quite polite to Mr. Ma.

Although an authoritative master like Mr. Ma has no official position, he has a great influence. Even when Mr. Mei is not retired, he is quite polite to Mr. Ma.

"I'll take a look at Mr. Mei."

As Mr. Ma spoke, he had already walked to the edge of the hospital bed. Looking at Mr. Mei on the hospital bed, he was subconsciously stunned: "Old guy, I haven't seen you for a while, why have you become like this?"

Mr. Ma and Mr. Mei have been in love for many years. In the past, Mr. Mei was very energetic and powerful. I haven't seen each other for a while. I have lost a lot of weight, haggardness, listlessness, and look a little dull.

"I'm old, I don't have enough energy."

Old Mei whispered, his voice was weak, and he seemed to have lost his energy.

Fang Han stood by and watched, sighing in his heart, "If this person encounters a sudden change, it will really change a lot, especially for a high-ranking and powerful person like Mr. Mei, who suddenly loses his original position. With such an illness, he feels even more old."

This is actually a change in the state of mind.

People like Mr. Mei are naturally not used to it when they first retired. They even feel that they are still young and have energy, and can work for a few more years. So they work hard after they retire. In fact, it is to prove themselves, and then they suddenly become tired. He is like a child who originally had fantasies and suddenly feels the cruelty of reality. From the fact that he is not convinced of old age, he becomes instantly aware of old age.

People often say that when a person lives for a breath, Buddha is just a stick of incense. If he loses this breath, he will accept his fate in an instant. His spirit will collapse immediately. A person who was originally very good fell ill instantly, and even became very fast, and his condition developed quite rapidly.

"nonsense."

Mr. Ma glared at him: "You are not as old as me, why are you old and retired? It's the time to spend your days in nurturing and enjoy your happiness. How can you say you are old?"

"Why......"

Old Mei sighed.

If Mr. Ma doesn’t say that, Mr. Mei may be better. When Mr. Ma says this, Mr. Mei feels even more desolate.

Mr. Ma is already seventy years old, and he is indeed a few years older than Mr. Mei. However, Mr. Ma is engaged in academics and has no official position. Although he is seventy years old, he is still very busy. There are always people asking for advice and invite him. Mr. Ma still wants to attend some domestic economic conferences.

But Mr. Mei was even more glorious than Mr. Ma when he was in power. After retreating like this, he would do nothing in an instant and he would immediately become idle.

Comparing goods requires throwing away, and comparing people requires death...
Chapter completed!