?Chapter 16 Zhang Song’s illness

Every occupation has occupational diseases, even if it is to do the job you like. When interests become tasks, people will instinctively choose to reject them. This is out of a yearning for freedom and also in a shirking responsibility.--.

Zhang Song is definitely a well-known figure in Jinjiang until now. He has had dinner, chatted, and drank tea with Su Haibo. Of course, the gap between the two is still very obvious. After all, behind Su Haibo is Jinjiang's former boss, and behind Zhang Song is only a home that needs him to take care of.

This is the tragic life of a capitalist, because money has embarked on this path and has come to an end without realizing it.

During the reshuffle of Jinjiang, Zhang Song stayed because of his good relationship with Su Haibo, but then the problem arose. After becoming the dual identity boss of the insurance and security company, the pressure was greater than before. I don’t know how much. I stayed up day and night for a long time and finally fainted in the office.

The hospital asked for hospitalization and observation, but half of Zhang Song, a gangster, had always had an attitude of dying or not living in this kind of thing. It has delayed the condition until now. I went to the hospital for a headache some time ago and saw it. People told him that the tumor in his head was not suppressed, which had affected the blood supply to the brain.

Of course, no matter how serious the doctor said, Zhang Song was just listening to it, turning this pressure into motivation for work, which is why he was anxious to tell Zhang Bowen that his partner was anxious to hold his grandson.

He didn't want to wait until he became paralyzed before seeing his grandson. No one knew anyone at that time, nor did he want Zhang Bowen to know his illness. He was relieved to see his son learn well, and everything was actually enough.

"It's okay, am I just talking?" Zhang Song said with a smile, patting Zhang Bowen on the shoulder.

"Dad, if you have any situation, just say that I can't solve it, Brother Sheng." Zhang Bowen looked a little ugly and stared at his father.

He knows himself, and he is not necessarily very open and honest, but he loves himself, and he must be beaten and scolded, but he must be sorry for Zhang Bowen.

"It's nothing. Your dad is so old that he still complains?" Zhang Song said with a smile, and he couldn't tell anything strange.

Everyone who can get to this level in the mall is a movie star, but Zhang Song ignored two points. The first point is that Zhang Bowen is his son and father and son connected to each other, and the second point is that the expert movie star is sitting next to him.

"You complain when you are at how old you are? Tell me what's wrong. If this happens, let's go to the hospital for a checkup now. It's best if you have nothing to do. Please adjust immediately if you have something to do." Looking at my expression, Zhang Bowen suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"Bah, you're dead child, what does it mean to ask your dad to go to the hospital now that the Chinese New Year is coming?" Zhang Song kicked his eyes, but saw Zhang Bowen staring at him expressionlessly, sighing softly without saying a word.

"Can you do a checkup?" Zhang Bowen looked at Pan Hongsheng and found that the other party was just drooping his eyelids and said nothing. He took a deep breath and asked.

He knew that there were guests at home saying such things. Although he did not regard Pan Hongsheng as an outsider, he still wanted to leave a good first impression on Brother Sheng. However, his condition was so unclear, he really couldn't calm down.

The scene suddenly became cold. Zhang-speak only looked at his own son Zhang Song. Zhang Song didn't say anything, looking down at the water in the teacup, leaving only Pan Hongsheng watching.

To be honest, he didn't want to get involved, but looking at Zhang Bowen and Zhang Song's stalemate, he couldn't help but cough.

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

In fact, as soon as he came in, he could see that Zhang Song had a bad face. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time and thought to go back early, but this happened.

After looking at Pan Hongsheng, he looked at Zhang Bowen's hopeful eyes, Zhang Song opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"It's not a serious illness, I can't die." Seeing the two of you staring at him, Zhang Song finally spoke with a tough bullet.

"This is how about I'll take your pulse?" Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile.

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

There are countless strange things happening to Pan Hongsheng. Zhang Bowen might be a little strange if anything else. However, when the two of them were flying to Shennongjia, Pan Hongsheng had been nagging several times to know a few Chinese medicines but couldn't use them at all. It was obvious that Brother Sheng didn't know how to take the pulse.

After looking at his son hesitantly, Zhang Song felt a little nervous. Pan Hongsheng looked not old, but from the fact that he could make Zhang Bowen, who was extremely playboy, had already known that he was not a mediocre person. What if he really found something.

"Dad, please ask Brother Sheng to touch you. If nothing happens, I will feel relieved." Zhang Bowen hesitated and said.

"Okay, but Hongsheng, don't scare Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang is in good health!" Looking at Pan Hongsheng with some concern, Zhang Song tried his best to show a normal smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not show you anything." Nodded, Pan Hongsheng walked over with a smile, gently put his hands on Zhang Song's pulse, and he squinted his eyes and pondered without saying a word.

This guy really doesn't know how to take his pulse, but fortunately, the old man has some research on these things. Every time Pan Hongsheng is dizzy and hot, he will touch his beard and think for a few minutes, and then slapped his head and told him not to pretend to be sick and go out to work quickly.

Pan Hongsheng actually had a shadow on the old man's medical treatment. Once he had a fever of 40 degrees. The old man touched his forehead and didn't change, so he rushed out to chop wood. However, the next day, he got rid of it for no reason.

The old man Wangwenwenwenjiewenjiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejie had only the last step. Pan Hongsheng also sat on the last step, touched it, gently opened his eyes and looked at the expressions of the two people, then pursed his lips, and a trace of light golden true energy unknowingly moved towards Zhang Song's body from between.

Because she was worried about Zhang Song's body, Pan Hongsheng specially decomposed the true gang as thin as a cow. Zhang Song only felt a little hot with his arms, and then he felt drowsy. He was already napping on the sofa without realizing it. Zhang Bowen didn't dare to speak as he watched this scene, but his expression was even more nervous.

If Pan Hongsheng was still the same strength as before, Zhang Song might be in danger. The strength of a warrior's true weapon is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear. Even if Pan Hongsheng's true weapon is gentle and vast, it is impossible for Pan Hongsheng, who has entered the realm of refining the spirit, the control of the true weapon has long reached its transformation, and this kind of problem cannot occur.

Nearly five minutes passed, Pan Hongsheng slowly raised his hand and then let out a breath, waved to Zhang Bowen and walked out towards the door.

"Brother Sheng, what's my dad's illness?" As soon as the two of them walked aside, Zhang Bowen looked at Pan Hongsheng nervously, with a little worried on his face.

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

"I don't know what kind of illness, but I'm definitely not sick now, and my health is not worse than that of a young man. If you don't believe me, wait for my uncle to do so, you can tell him a few times. Okay, I have something to do, so let's go first."

Pan Hongsheng, who had looked at the time, opened the security door of the villa without waiting for Zhang Bowen to speak, but Zhang Bowen behind him opened his mouth and said nothing, but his eyes were a little moved. Please come to see if there is no advertisement for the first release--.

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