I sent my little niece over to be a classmate with the little monster. When I was picking up my little niece, I took the opportunity to meet the two kings of the Zhang family unexpectedly. After going back and forth, we became connected.
But this method of saving the country through curves seems a bit conservative for a proud woman like Su Qingcheng.
"what is the problem?"
"It's ADHD and anxiety. There's also anorexia and school phobia, and sleepwalking..."
I instinctively glanced at Su Qingcheng: "How old are you?"
Su Qingcheng was a little embarrassed and said after a few seconds, "I'm twelve years old."
After a pause, Su Qingcheng lowered his voice and spoke again: "It seems that there is also apathy..."
The hyperactivity, anxiety, anorexia, and sleepwalking in the past didn't bother me at all, but the last episode of aphantasia made me a little more interested. I simply scribbled a few questions to Su Qingcheng, then silently lit a cigarette and drank tea.
"Assistant child, please don't worry about the cost. There is also the issue of hardware facilities. We will definitely provide the best. Our Su family's hometown is in Jiangnan. Our hometown has half a sea-yellow armchair by Zeng Guobao and a sea-yellow armchair by Shen Wansan from the Ming Dynasty. Bookcase."
I felt a little speechless at Su Qingcheng's words.
It can be seen that Su Qingcheng definitely did a good job of intelligence work before looking for me.
Not only did he know the origin of the chairs in the hall, but he also knew how to bring his own desk, and he even knew the cost.
"Assistant Su, are you so sure that I can cure your little niece?"
Su Qingcheng looked at me, smiled and said, "I dare not say anything else. When it comes to treating children's psychology, Assistant Tong, you are an absolute master."
"I don't have a medical license."
Su Qingcheng's thin lips formed the most attractive red line, and her voice was crisp and straightforward: "You want a medical certificate, and I will send it to your home this afternoon."
Now that I have said it all, I will no longer be pretentious and agree to it.
But I didn't say it to death: "After the New Year, if I'm still in Yandu, Assistant Su will send your little niece over, and I'll observe her first."
Su Qingcheng's long black eyelashes blinked: "If it is convenient for the child assistant, I will send your student's desk to you in the afternoon? Can you reserve a booth first?"
Su Qingcheng's words were a bit urgent, which made me inexplicably look forward to the Aphantasia that I had never met before.
As soon as the conversation changed, I asked Su Qingcheng: "Assistant Su, aren't you afraid that half of the chairs in the hall will be hit by a car and burned down? I won't be able to afford compensation at that time."
Hearing this, Su Qingcheng's brows showed a hint of satisfaction that he knew I would say this, and his plump red lips formed a perfect and moving arc: "Don't worry, assistant child. We have insurance."
"There is more than one divine protection in China."
After a pause, Su Qingcheng added: "There are not three but four insurance companies as big as Shenbo. Assistant Tong can rest assured that you can transfer all the insurance of your appraisal center to us."
"When your appraisal center is missing a tile, we will pay for it."
This is to give me reassurance and to give me an explanation.
I know.
I thought for two seconds and responded softly: "The booth is fine. But I may not be able to teach your niece."
Su Qingcheng's jade face changed slightly, flickering in the mist of the vast deep sea, and her expression slowly condensed: "Assistant Tong, are you afraid..."
Before the rest of the words were finished, there was a heavy push on the door outside Twilight Room, followed by a rush of panic, eardrum-piercing, and soul-stirring shouts.
"Quick, quick, flat, flat, flat first..."
"Don't touch Mr. Lu, don't touch Mr. Lu..."
"Oxygen, oxygen!"
"Why hasn't the chief physician come here yet? Go and hurry up!"
The mutated howl made Su Qingcheng and I look at each other and quickly get up and rush out.
In an instant, Su Qingcheng turned pale and screamed: "Mr. Lu!"
"What's wrong with Mr. Lu?"
On the carpet at the door of Hall No. 8, there was an old man who was dying and emaciated. .
The old man was lying flat on his face like this. Among the dense age spots, not even a trace of blood could be seen.
It's all black and blue.
Although he was still wearing an oxygen mask, not even a little bit of white mist could be seen on the oxygen mask.
No white mist means no breathing!
The dying old man closed his eyes tightly, his pale lips were slightly open, and his hands were weakly placed on the carpet, with his palms facing the sky, as if he had passed away!
A middle-aged female doctor in her forties knelt beside the old man, clasping her fingers and pressing on the old man's chest, desperately trying to resuscitate the old man's heart.
However, the old man did not react at all.
"Mr. Lu——"
A shrill scream came out of the mouth of the life secretary next to Mr. Lu, tearing his liver and intestines.
"Old Lu!!!"
Su Qingcheng's delicate body trembled violently and she screamed: "What's going on? Where is the doctor from our headquarters? Man!"
The life secretary yelled angrily: "Your headquarters is a bunch of rubbish. It's all a fucking bunch of rubbish! There is no equipment that has been refurbished, and there is no medicine that should be provided!"
"What does Tang Anjun do for a living? Xie Youyan, Liu Yifan, Lu Linxi, you are all fucking losers!"
"A bunch of losers!"
"If something goes wrong, Mr. Lu, you will all be murderers!"
Su Qingcheng was so frightened that he trembled and shouted urgently: "What do you want me to do? What can I do? Just tell me quickly. I'll contact the person right away, okay. Don't worry."
The life secretary's eyes were bloodshot and she roared: "You security check rubbish have wiped out Mr. Lu's first aid medicine."
Su Qingcheng took a breath of cold air, her delicate body kept shaking, and she screamed incoherently, "I'm going to get the medicine. What medicine did Mr. Lu take? I'll have someone deliver it right away."
"Your headquarters——"
"They're all a bunch of fucking cowards!"
While the life secretary was scolding, there was a burst of panicked footsteps. Zhuang Chihua was the first to rush into Hall No. 8. When he saw this scene, his face changed color, and he called Mr. Lu in a trembling voice.
Regardless of everything, he knelt beside the old man and said, "Mr. Lu. How are you?"
The few people following Zhuang Chihua were all frightened to death, and they blasted the walkie-talkies and roared wildly.
"Send Mr. Lu to the hospital immediately."
"Which hospital are you going to? You can't go to the hospital!"
The life secretary got up angrily and pushed the people around him away: "You know nothing. You can't touch Mr. Lu. Once you touch Mr. Lu, it's over."
"Get the hell out of here."
