Jiang Hao was curious, turned his head and looked at the woman who got up and Yan Xiaofeng was facing the woman who walked in, and also stood up and looked at her curiously.

"I'll come and see the children, cough cough..." Duan Moyun coughed softly and smiled gently.

"Why did you cough?" Yan Xiaofeng asked, pulling her.

"Well, maybe I caught a cold these two days and had a little cough, so it's nothing big." Duan Moyun's voice was gentle and very beautiful.

"That won't work, you need to treat a small cough."

Yan Xiaofeng pulled her, then turned around and shouted to Jiang Hao standing behind, "Xiao Jiang, come here quickly."

"oh"

Jiang Hao responded and passed by. Duan Moyun looked up, looking at him curiously, for the first time.

"Mo Yun, my family is here. He is a Chinese medicine doctor with very good medical skills. Let him take your pulse." Yan Xiaofeng pulled Jiang Hao and introduced it to Duan Mo Yun.

"Hello."

Jiang Hao greeted him politely, Duan Moyun coughed softly twice, nodded politely to Jiang Hao, but then she thought of something and said in surprise: "Are you the miracle doctor Xiao Jiang?"

"Mo Yun, do you know Xiao Jiang?"

Yan Xiaofeng was surprised and immediately patted Jiang Hao's arm and giggled: "Stupid boy, he has a reputation."

Jiang Hao shook his head and stopped, but he instantly observed Su Moyun's fair eyebrows, with a trace of evil spirit hidden, which surprised him and asked, "Besides you, there should be someone in your family who is sick, right?"

"Well, how do you know?"

Duan Moyun looked at Jiang Hao in surprise, covered her lips and coughed slightly, and said, "It's my elder brother who is sick. I originally came to Yulin City this time to invite you to see my elder brother. I didn't expect to meet you at Grandma Yan."

"really"

Jiang Hao nodded.

"Xiao Jiang, you want to treat Mo Yun. She has helped me a lot during this period. Last time she donated two million to the orphanage." Yan Xiaofeng pulled Jiang Hao and said.

"Grandma Yan is polite. I just want to do my best to help these children in need." Duan Moyun coughed lightly, looked at Jiang Hao and Yan Xiaofeng, shook her head and smiled gently.

Jiang Hao looked at the woman in surprise. He hadn't come to the orphanage for two months, and he really didn't know about Duan Moyun's donation to the orphanage.

Speaking of this orphanage, it was built by his grandfather Jiang Wentian and Yan Xiaofeng when he was absent.

A flood occurred in Yulin City that year, destroying many families. In order to take in children who lost their families, Jiang Wentian and Yan Xiaofeng established this orphanage called Hope Home.

Jiang Wentian was a doctor all his life. No matter how patients he faced, he was honest and devoted all his savings to this orphanage, and gradually established himself to the current scale.

On the surface, Yan Xiaofeng is the director of the orphanage, but few people from the outside world know that this orphanage is actually Jiang Wentian, who has been supporting it until now.

Until his death, Jiang Medical Hall was passed on to Jiang Hao. Most of the income of the clinic was basically invested in orphanages, raising generations of orphan children.

"Doctor Jiang, can I ask you to come to the hospital and treat my elder brother?"

Duan Moyun looked at Jiang Hao. She came to Yulin City this time and made a special trip to find him.

"Yes, but you need to go back to my clinic to get the medical box. Where is Ms. Duan's house?" Qishu.com

Jiang Hao nodded. Hearing that Duan Moyun donated so much money to the orphanage, he came to ask for him again, so he naturally wanted to help.

"In Guan City, upstream of Huanglongjiang, I will send Dr. Jiang back to the clinic to get the medical box and come to my house together." Seeing Jiang Hao agreeing, Duan Moyun said happily.

Jiang Hao nodded, then took out a bank card and handed it to Yan Xiaofeng: "Grandma Yan, this is the clinic's recent income, you can take it."

"Okay, go and treat Mo Yun's mother."

Yan Xiaofeng followed the bank card and didn't ask how much it cost, because when his grandfather was there, he stipulated that most of the income of the clinic would be invested in orphanage expenses.

But Yan Xiaofeng didn't know that the amount of money Jiang Hao gave this time was beyond her imagination...

Jiang Hao is riding in Duan Moyun Bentley luxury car, driven by a middle-aged driver.

Yan Xiaofeng stood at the gate of the orphanage, watching the Bentley car leave, but then she frowned slightly and muttered: "Huntianmen, are you still unwilling to give up?"

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to Traditional Chinese Medicine Street.

Jiang Hao went in to get the medical box, told Liu Zi'an, Shuting and Guoguo, and then took a car with Duan Moyun and headed straight to Guan City, the upper reaches of Huanglong River.

At this time, in a villa manor, a group of people carrying medical boxes were gathered. In addition to these traditional Chinese medicine doctors, there were naturally many Western medicine doctors in suits or white coats. They were all invited by Duan Yu to treat his eldest son Duan Hongwen.

On the second floor of the villa, in a room, an old doctor was taking the pulse of a young man. He had a handsome face, a pale face and bloodless face. He was sleeping in the bed. It was Duan Moyun's elder brother Duan Hongwen.

"Mr. Tan, what disease did my son suffer from?"

On the other hand, Duan Yu and a beautiful woman were anxious and asked the elderly doctor Tan Yongnian, chairman of the Guanguan Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

"It's strange. This guy has very normal pulse and doesn't seem to have any symptoms at all. But why is the headache splitting?" Tan Yongnian frowned with white eyebrows and swept his beard, looking at Duan Hongwen on the bed.

Duan Yu frowned and said, "Mr. Tan, can't you even see it?"

Tan Yongnian stood up, shook his head and sighed at Duan Yu and his wife: "I'm sorry, Mr. Duan, I'm sorry that I'm too shallow in my medical treatment and I can't do anything..."

"Mom, I have a headache..."

Duan Hongwen lies on the bed, holding the head that is like someone is holding an electric drill on his head, and shouting in pain on his face.

"My son, mom will definitely find a doctor to treat your illness..."

The woman cried and kept comforting Duan Hongwen on the bed, while Duan Yu frowned tightly. Seeing his son in bed in such pain, he also felt heartbroken.

Two nights ago, Duan Hongwen came back from the company and said he had a headache. At first, his family thought he had a cold due to work, but the next day, Duan Hongwen couldn't get up and hugged his head and cried out in pain.

Duan Yu immediately sent him to the hospital, but the doctor could not find any disease. Finally, he invited famous traditional Chinese medicine doctors in Guan City. Even now, Tan Yongnian, chairman of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, could not see that his son was sick, which made Duan Yu very confused. Duan Hongwen's disease was too sudden and weird.

"Dad, mom, does my brother still have a headache?"

At this time, Duan Weijie walked in with a young man in a black robe. His eyes gave people a dark and bad feeling.

"Why are you back?"

Duan Yu turned his head to look at Duan Weijie, and the dark young man beside him, and he frowned slightly and asked: "Didn't I warn you not to take people home casually? I won't let him get out of here."

"Dad, he is my friend, and he is also a Chinese medicine practitioner. I heard Mo Yun say that my elder brother was sick, so I specially invited my friend from another place to see my elder brother. "Duan Weijie said with a special trip.

This attitude towards his father made him feel resentful. He knew that he only valued his elder brother Duan Hongwen, but never valued himself...
Chapter completed!