897: C897 Old Man

C897 Old Man

After signing the contract, President Ling personally sent Mo Qingcheng back to the hotel.

As soon as she opened the door, Zhou Qing rushed over with an elated expression on her face.

"Thank you for your hard work, my wife!" Zhou Yi walked over with a smile and took the coat from Mo Qingcheng.

"How are you today? Did you hurt anyone?" Mo Qingcheng asked as she carried Zhou Qing.

Zhou Yi grinned and thought back to what he had done today. Then he replied with certainty: "No, don't worry!"

Mo Qingcheng could not resist laughing, and said: "Then in order to reward you, the three of us will go out and play for an afternoon, and will take a plane back to Jiang City tomorrow morning."

"Alright!" Zhou Qing, who was in his arms, laughed.

The family of three once again came to the streets of the city. Today, their street was the most famous one in the city, a snack street. The two ends of the street were filled with various kinds of snacks.

Mo Qingcheng liked this kind of life. It was simple and peaceful, she could be together with the people she loved, and she could also watch the days of their love grow up, ordinary and romantic life.

Zhou Qing was carried by Zhou Yi in his arms. Mo Qingcheng ate her snacks, feeding Zhou Yi a mouthful at a time, and then feeding Zhou Qing a mouthful at a time.

In the blink of an eye, the lanterns had been lit, and the twilight had begun to darken.

"Let's go back for a while more. Zhou Qing is also tired!" Zhou Yi pinched his precious girl's cheeks and said with a pampered expression.

"No, no, no!" Zhou Qing twisted her small body in Zhou Yi's arms and protested loudly.

Mo Qingcheng forced herself not to laugh and lectured, "You have to listen to dad. If little kids can't sleep on time, they won't grow up."

Zhou Yi quickly followed up: "Then you can only be this big forever. You can't be like mom and dad, growing so tall!"

"Ah?" "Really?" Zhou Qing stared at her round eyes with a serious expression.

Zhou Yi and Mo Qingcheng nodded at the same time, "It's true!"

Zhou Qing's little face instantly turned sullen. She said, "Fine, I'll listen to dad. We'll go home as soon as we get there!" Zhou Qing's small hand pointed forward.

But at that moment, in the direction she was pointing, there was a sudden disturbance.

Many people quickly ran in that direction.

Zhou Yi's Divine Soul Power was one step faster than them, but when they arrived, they found out that it was an old man who fell unconscious.

"Qingcheng, wait for me for a moment. Someone fainted!" Zhou Yi handed the child over to Mo Qingcheng.

"Fine, go and come back quickly. We'll wait for you here!" Mo Qingcheng glanced into the distance before speaking up.

Zhou Yi responded and walked forward with his long legs.

Since he was going to be an ordinary person, Zhou Yi didn't dare to walk too fast. After two minutes, Zhou Yi finally arrived at the periphery of the crowd.

"Quick, is there a doctor here? This old man has been unconscious for two minutes!" A young voice came from the crowd.

"Who dares to come forward? What if you are in the same group as us? What will we do?" Someone muttered in a low voice.

"That's right, I just saw that he was fine. I wonder who touched him and he fell down!" Another person said.

"Aiya, that might really be some kind of porcelain!" As the sound of his voice faded, the crowd was forced to retreat by half a step.

At this moment, Zhou Yi said from the outside, "Move over, I'm a doctor."

As expected, when he finished, everyone turned to look at him as if they were looking at an alien.

"Excuse me, I'm not afraid of being touched by porcelain!" Zhou Yi sighed helplessly.

Zhou Yi was let in, then he leaned over and placed his fingers on the old man's wrist. Following the infusion of the two emerald Green Energy, the old man's slightly pale face gradually turned red, and even his breathing became steady.

"Well, Doctor?" The youth at the side had an anxious expression as he spoke.

Only then did Zhou Yi notice him, a young man around the age of 22 or 23, looking like a college student, carrying a backpack, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of white sneakers.

Zhou Yi nodded: "It's fine!"

As Zhou Yi finished his sentence, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

He felt a bit of arrhythmia. Just a moment ago, someone had knocked into him and he realized that something had been stolen. The moment he got agitated, he immediately fainted.

"Old man, are you alright?" The young man quickly spoke up.

"I'm fine, thank you!" The old man recovered quickly. When he opened his eyes, there was no problem. It must have been Zhou Yi.

When the surrounding people saw that there was nothing left to watch, they all dispersed with a jeer.

Zhou Yi saw that he was fine and that the young man was here, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Are you a doctor? Please don't go!" Who knew that the moment he stood up, the old man immediately grabbed Zhou Yi's hand.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yi turned around and looked at the old man.

Could it be that he wanted to smash porcelain?

"If you are a doctor, I can't ask you to help me see my son's illness?" As if he saw through Zhou Yi's thoughts, the elder quickly opened his mouth.

"Sorry, I..."

"I can give you money!" The old man did not let go as he stared at Zhou Yi.

"It's not a matter of money, I …"

"Then what do you want? I can give you everything! " The old man still refused to let go of Zhou Yi.

He didn't know why, but he had a feeling in his heart that he absolutely couldn't let go. The young man in front of him would definitely be able to cure his son.

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly.

Mo Qingcheng waited for Zhou Yi in the distance for a while, but the crowd dispersed and Zhou Yi didn't come back, so she came over with the child in her arms.

After he came over, he saw the scene in front of him. The old man sat on the ground and held Zhou Yi's hand, not letting go.

"Porcelain?" Mo Qingcheng looked at Zhou Yi in surprise.

Zhou Yi shrugged his shoulders, and at the same time, the old man opened his mouth again, "I'm begging you, no matter what opinion you give me, I will satisfy you. I'm begging you — this is my son's disease!"

Zhou Yi looked at Mo Qingcheng, thinking to ask her to come over and say something.

Unexpectedly, after Mo Qingcheng saw them, she walked up to the two of them and said, "The ground is cold. If you have anything to say, please stand up and say it!"

The elder looked at Mo Qingcheng and then at Zhou Yi before standing up with the support of the young man.

However, in the next second, he held Zhou Yi's hand with both his hands and said with a trembling voice, "Please, just take a look!" As he spoke, the old man was about to kneel down.

Zhou Yi was so shocked that he immediately helped him up.2

"Brother Yi, you should go take a look!" Before Zhou Yi could say anything, Mo Qingcheng suddenly spoke up.

"That's right, that's right. Father will go take a look, he'll go take a look! Grandfather won't kneel, he won't kneel!" Zhou Qing's childish voice also sounded from her bosom.

Zhou Yi sighed, "Go, is it okay if I go?"

Who told him not to be Medical Sword Immortal, what kind of slave was he going to be? Since his precious daughter had agreed, there was no reason for him to refuse!

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