As soon as Fu Hansheng left, Jiang Ke picked up the surgical book beside the bed and read a few words, Xiao Baozi shook his head and appeared in front of her.

"What's wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Ke put down the book in his hand, straightened his body, surrounded himself with a quilt like a silkworm, and asked with concern.

"No, I think they are too naive. I'll coax me for a long time if I draw blood."

Jiang Ke found that it was this little thing, and his heart fell instantly.

"How do you coax you?"

"I took the toy that blows bubbles, and I'm not interested at all."

As he said that, the little bun searched for things around the room.

Jiang Ke looked at the little nurse who came in again.

"I almost forgot to say that all his examinations were normal, don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll be relieved."

Xiao Baozi put the small schoolbag on the chair, put the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on the schoolbag, and took his favorite toy on the schoolbag.

"Little Baozi, the doctor is concerned about you."

"I know, can I buy me a bigger schoolbag? I'm leaving and I need to bring a lot of things."

Xiao Baozi looked embarrassed and wanted to take away too many things.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, her mouth was slightly down. The clever little bun knew that it was sad for her mother, so she stepped forward and threw herself into Jiang Ke's arms.

"Dear Mom, I'll be here tomorrow, and I'll be back every day these days."

"Okay, wait until dad comes back and tells him that he will buy you a suitcase-like trolley bag so that he will not crush your little shoulders."

"Hmph, I'm already a man, I can protect my mom."

"Okay, my little man."

Jiang Ke stroked the little bun's Q-bull's face, full of pride.

She felt that the happiest thing for her was to have small buns.

Fu Family Consortium Building, conference room.

Niu Kai is reporting on his work, with Chinese mixed with English, and his tongue is full of flowers.

Fu Hansheng couldn't help but recall his Ke'er, and he almost got distracted during the meeting.

A beautiful woman wearing a takeaway clothes suddenly broke open the door: "Mr. Fu, your takeaway."

Fu Hansheng did not order takeout, and the conference room should not be disturbed by takeout. His eyes were full of doubts.

The beauty still smiled professionally: "Please come out and get it."

Although Fu Hansheng was sure that this was not his thing, he was still interested, "You guys keep going, I'll go out."

He took the long legs and brought the strange beauty to the living room next door.

The beauty didn't expect things to go so well. The takeaway service was bought online, and she pretended to be a deliveryman.

Originally, all the takeaways in Fu's family were placed on the takeaway rack in the restaurant. She insisted that it was the takeaway that Mr. Fu asked her to deliver to the top floor. The security guard saw that she was so sure that she didn't feel like she was lying.

As if she had telepathy, she found Fu Hansheng without much effort, and she also gave herself the opportunity to speak.

Fu Hansheng sat leisurely on the sofa and looked at her up and down: "Tell me, what is your purpose in this effort?"

"Hello, I'm Zhang Liu." As she said that, she put down the takeaway box, took out the lunch box inside, and opened the lid.

He continued: "This is specially brought to you, please try it."

Fu Hansheng frowned and was unmoved: "Click the key points, I am not as idle as you."

Zhang Liu smiled apologetically: "My father has a strawberry field in the suburbs of the city. He takes care of it every day. Where will your company develop real estate projects to level the ground? Please take the order back?"

"That piece of land is worth 1.5 billion. How could I give up the development of this big project for your father's small vegetable garden?"

Why are there such naive people in this world? He doesn't want to listen anymore and gets up and wants to leave.

Zhang Liu's eyes turned red and he bent down at 90 degrees and bowed: "Please, my father has passed away soon. This strawberry flavor is what he cares about the most. Will the Imperial Industry be started in a few months?"

Fu Hansheng stretched out his hand and straightened her body: "Don't you go to see a doctor soon? You have to work hard to grow some strawberries. As far as I know, it's very hard."

"It's incurable, so my father doesn't want to waste his life in the hospital."

"What disease?" He was still worried.

"Late stage of lymphoma."

After saying that, tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, which was so moving.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless? Fu Hansheng said softly: "There are so many strawberry gardens. I'll ask the secretary to buy another strawberry garden for him around."

"Do you have a wife?"

Her sudden inquiry made Fu Hansheng confused, and he was stunned and nodded and admitted.

"You must have devoted a lot of feelings to her. At this time, others told you that there are so many women. Will you agree if you change to someone like a woman?"

She still had a tone of neither humility nor arrogant.

Fu Hansheng looked at the woman carefully. She was very smart. These words touched him a little: "I'll think about it and I'll give you a reply in two days."

"Thank you, strawberries are fresh, please don't dislike them."

Zhang Liu smiled with relief. He suddenly realized that this smile looked very much like Jiang Ke, innocent and pure, and not infected by the world.

He left her phone number and sent it to Zhao Lin and asked him to investigate the authenticity of the matter first.

After leaving the office, Zhao Lin was holding a large box of strawberries. It was so fresh. This was the first time Fu Hansheng gave him fruits.

Zhao Lin has always been decisive in his work and sent back the information before he got off work.

Zhang Liu's father is in his twilight years due to late stages of lymphoma.

Since the old man had been working in the Agricultural Science Institute before, these strawberries were not ordinary varieties, but new varieties he had always wanted to develop after retirement to break the invasion of Japanese/British strawberry varieties on China.

“Can transplant survive?”

After receiving an inquiry from the boss, Zhao Lin did not understand agriculture. He immediately consulted an agricultural expert before giving a reply.

"These are new varieties, very delicate. Even if a small part of the transplanting survives, the quality of the fruit will decline, which will lose the meaning of experimental cultivation."

Fu Hansheng didn't know what to do for a moment. When he saw Jiang Ke in the evening, Jiang Ke was still studying and looking at the surgical book.

I couldn't help asking her: "Can lymphoma be cured in advanced stage?"

Jiang Ke was petite: "I am a surgeon and I don't know much. I'm afraid it won't work in China. There are more advanced biological target cell treatments abroad, and the cure rate is 30% or 40%."

Jiang Ke looked at him thinking, but couldn't help asking him: "Who did you ask for? Could it be that beauty?"

Explanation is to cover up, and concealment is the fact.

He simply didn't explain, but saw that Xiao Baozi was playing with the Rubik's Cube seriously and didn't raise his head. He lowered his head and turned a silent wet kiss, lingering and sad.

Jiang Ke suddenly thought that it would be nice to go to school with a little bun.

Oh my God, why did she have such a strange idea? She couldn't help but pick up the book to block her face and wanted to suppress this idea.

"Don't kiss me, take me to buy a schoolbag quickly. I want to choose myself, I'm afraid that you will have too old-fashioned vision."
Chapter completed!