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Chapter 148 Capital Children's Hospital, Expert Team for the Disease, The Little One's Feeling Slipped Up! [Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

At Zhongshan Hospital, after the doctors said there was no way to treat the condition, Lu Jinming and his colleagues were completely desperate.

Fortunately, after the incident was exposed by the media, the Capital Children's Hospital took notice of it.

And they gave them very encouraging news: they were willing to provide Yunyun with free treatment.

At that time, Lu Jinming and his group felt as if they had won the lottery, and immediately took a car to the capital.

The couple were both in their thirties and it was their first time visiting the capital. Luckily, they had someone to show them around.

"Professor Ouyang, hello."

It turned out that the couple had been brought here by Fang Junliang, the deputy director of the Lingnan Focus branch, and his entourage.

Last night, reporters from Lingnan Focus interviewed them immediately.

The other party even expressed a desire to film the entire process, hoping to draw more attention to the baby girl's growth through their story.

They agreed to pay a portion of the filming fee to cover the child's medical expenses, after considering it, since it really wasn't much money.

"Hello, hello, are these Mr. Lu Jinming and Ms. Wei Lanshuang? Let's bring the child to the clinic."

The speaker was Xia Yongcheng, director of the emergency department at the children's hospital.

"Good good."

They were quickly taken to a consultation room where a multi-consultation consultation was being conducted.

This is also the expert team that treated Lu Yunyun, a ten-month-old child.

Those who study pediatrics will be surprised to find that these are the most difficult specialists to get an appointment with in the field today.

For them, this was an extremely difficult and challenging surgery.

But those present genuinely wanted to save this life.

Soon after, Yunyun's examination began.

And a plan was developed at the same time.

At this moment, Chunshi Airport.

Song Wanqing is making a phone call.

"Oh? We're here! I haven't even left the house yet. Okay, I'll drive over and pick you up right away."

Song Yongqing looked extremely surprised when he heard the news that his daughter had arrived.

The other party called a little after eight o'clock, which scared him so much that he thought something might have happened to his daughter.

Unexpectedly, the plane sped up because a passenger experienced anaphylactic shock.

We arrived more than an hour early.

"Zhang Laoshi, you can take my dad's car back in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wanqing spoke to Zhang Lingchuan.

"Sure, sure, it's a good opportunity to meet my future boss."

Zhang Lingchuan smiled and said, after all, he had agreed to make house calls at Wanqing's house, and since her father was the head of the clinic, he was the boss.

"Boss, Old Song is about to go bankrupt."

Song Wanqing shrugged.

Fortunately, I have a home, and the clinic is also my own storefront so I don't have to pay rent; otherwise, I don't know when I would starve to death.

After all, there are only one or two customers a day, and sometimes there are no customers at all. The place is so empty that Old Song has been practicing calligraphy out of boredom.

"Comrade Song, don't make it sound so tragic. By the way, I just saw that Northeast Airlines gave us a small airplane model and a plush toy. Why don't we give them to you, Comrade Song? You didn't accept the payment just now, so you can't refuse this gift!"

Zhang Lingchuan handed the gift from Northeast Airlines to Song Wanqing.

It's quite cute, and I think it would be suitable as a gift for a girl.

"I can't accept any money other than the betrothal gifts from Zhang Laoshi, but I'll accept any gifts that come my way."

Song Wanqing smiled and accepted the gift.

"All you ever talk about is betrothal gifts, Comrade Song. Aren't you afraid that one day I'll actually give you betrothal gifts?"

The other person kept joking with him, and Zhang Lingchuan couldn't help but tease them back.

"Really? Then I'm ready to receive your betrothal gifts anytime, Mr. Zhang. Don't try to fool me. I'll return the favor with you, Mr. Zhang, with your favorite food."

Song Wanqing looked at Zhang Lingchuan.

Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and two small dimples appeared on his face.

Of course, there are also those two very prominent little tiger teeth.

"My favorite food?"

Zhang Lingchuan looked a little stunned.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I'll show you a magic trick! Close your eyes first, close your eyes first!"

Since both of their suitcases were checked in, they were carrying bags at the moment.

Song Wanqing spoke to Zhang Lingchuan, while simultaneously covering his eyes with her slightly cold hands.

"Okay, okay, close your eyes, close your eyes."

Zhang Lingchuan turned sideways past the wall and closed his eyes slightly.

After all, everyone is getting off the plane now. Although they have arrived at the airport, it is still inappropriate to close their eyes in the middle of the road.

It's better if it's not against the wall, so it won't bother other people.

"Thump thump thump! Zhang Laoshi, open your eyes!!"

All that could be heard was Song Wanqing's voice.

He was holding a glass bottle in one hand, brandishing it wildly, and his face showed a very happy expression.

The two glass bottles contained none other than Guilin fermented bean curd!

"Uh uh uh……"

The next second, Zhang Lingchuan looked completely bewildered.

"How was it, Master Zhang? Did you like it? Come find me next time you want some! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!!!"

Song Wanqing also opened her backpack.

There were two bottles inside.

In other words, there were four bottles of fermented bean curd in this small backpack.

"Comrade Song, you're actually a really nice person..."

Zhang Lingchuan was speechless.

So, I'm stuck on this Guilin fermented bean curd thing, huh?!
It's really outrageous that he brought four bottles with him.

To be honest, it's really hard to find a brand of Guilin fermented bean curd that I like in Northeast China.

"Of course! If I'm not nice to Zhang Laoshi, who else should I be nice to?!"

Song Wanqing, of course, realized that this was sarcasm.

But it's okay, she's taking things literally!

"Isn't it heavy carrying all this? Wouldn't it be better to put it in your suitcase?"

I could have just put it in the other person's suitcase, but I didn't expect them to carry it on their back.

She's already quite petite, so carrying her on her back is still quite heavy.

"That won't do. What if I break it? This is my secret weapon."

Song Wanqing's expression was quite smug.

"A secret weapon??"

Zhang Lingchuan looked completely bewildered.

"Of course, if you get seduced by some slutty little vixen next time, I'll use Guilin fermented bean curd as my secret weapon to lure you back!"

Song Wanqing carefully put the two bottles of Guilin tofu she had taken out back into her backpack, speaking confidently.

"Um... Comrade Xiao Song, what you're saying..."

Zhang Lingchuan didn't know how to answer.

There aren't that many glamorous, cheap women in this world.

Besides, it's like hooking someone...

"Alright, Mr. Zhang, Lao Song will arrive in about twenty minutes. Let's get our luggage first and then wait for him at Exit 9 of the airport."

Song Wanqing pulled Zhang Lingchuan toward the luggage.

"Zhang Laoshi, that's your suitcase! You're going inside again!!"

The two walked to the luggage area.

Song Wanqing saw Zhang Lingchuan's suitcase from afar, as well as her own.

Unexpectedly, they ended up together, and she immediately pulled Zhang Lingchuan along at a brisk pace.

"I didn't expect such a small person to run so fast!"

Zhang Lingchuan reacted quickly, taking the two people's boxes off with both hands.

Believe it or not, he discovered that although Wanqing was petite and only 1.6 meters tall, she was incredibly fast.

"Hehehe, Zhang Laoshi, don't let my slightly thin appearance fool you. I won't tell you that I've never scored below 90 on a physical fitness test, and I can even do 40 pull-ups!"

Song Wanqing said.

"Huh? That's amazing?"

Zhang Lingchuan looked completely bewildered.

To my shame, five of them were enough to kill me.

He's been working in the lab with this level of physical fitness, which means he grew up in the countryside and has good physical attributes.

"Haha, of course, but those are all in the past. We need to look at the present. Zhang Laoshi, do you know that the past month or so of my internship in Qingxian, going to the animal rescue station with you, watching you rescue animals, enjoying the breeze on the Qingxian Bridge and river at night, and the days of doing live broadcasts with you were the happiest time of my life."

After receiving their luggage, the two walked through the airport.

Song Wanqing walked next to Zhang Lingchuan.

Those eyes glanced at him slightly to the side, and the smile on her lips never faded.

"Actually, I'm very happy to be with you, Comrade Xiao Song."

Zhang Lingchuan sighed.

Treating animals can be quite tedious, but the other person adds a lot of fun to the otherwise mundane process.

"So, Mr. Zhang, will we still be together in the future? Will you be there for me next time I'm happy?"

Song Wanqing suddenly stopped and looked at Zhang Lingchuan, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

"Of course we will, we'll be going on a mission together tomorrow."

Zhang Lingchuan smiled.

Time slips away quietly.

Exit 9, about ten minutes later.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly drove up.

The man in the car was a bespectacled, somewhat refined-looking man named Song Wenqing.

"Click——"

As soon as it came to a stop, the passenger door was quickly opened.

"Dad, this is a wampee fruit, you don't need to get out of the car."

First a red bag was thrown in, then a backpack.

Finally, his daughter watched him unbuckle his seatbelt and left him with a single sentence.

"Forehead……"

Old Song silently fastened his seatbelt.

Then he placed his daughter's bag on the passenger side floor. He had the car professionally washed, so the floor mats weren't dirty at all. Besides that, there was a red plastic bag containing wampee fruit. He vaguely remembered his daughter saying it was delicious, and he jokingly said he'd bring some for her if she liked it.

I never expected that my daughter would actually bring her back. She really is my sweet little darling.

After placing the items downstairs, Lao Song didn't see any dust, but he still patted the passenger seat, since his daughter would be sitting there soon, and it had to be cleaned thoroughly.

"Bam—"

The trunk was opened skillfully.

Two suitcases were stuffed inside, along with Zhang Lingchuan's backpack.

"Mr. Zhang, you can get in the car now."

Immediately afterwards, Song Wanqing opened the back door of the car.

"Okay, thank you."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded.

One second he's saying his family is going bankrupt, the next he's driving a Mercedes.

No wonder she always travels in business class; she's quite the little rich lady.

This was actually the first time he had ever ridden in a Mercedes-Benz; what a luxurious car!

"Master Zhang, don't close the door! Come in and sit down, I want to come in too."

Seeing Zhang Lingchuan preparing to close the door, Song Wanqing immediately spoke up.

"Huh? Weren't you sitting in the passenger seat?"

Zhang Lingchuan shifted his position and asked with some confusion.

"I put some things in the passenger seat, so it's uncomfortable. I'll sit in the back."

Song Wanqing gave a straightforward answer.

"???"

Old Song, sitting in the driver's seat, was completely dumbfounded.

What the heck? There's nothing on the passenger side! I put it all at my feet!

Doesn't my daughter usually sit like this?

"Oh……"

Zhang Lingchuan nodded.

Anyway, the back seat has plenty of space, so two people can sit comfortably without any problem.

"Qingqing, where are we going next?"

Song Wenqing, being a steady and reliable father, couldn't help but ask his daughter about it.

“Dad, Zhang Laoshi needs to go back to school. Let’s take him back to the Chunping campus first.”

After getting into the car and settling in comfortably, Song Wanqing began to talk to Old Song.

"Okay, this must be Xiao Zhang? Qingqing told me you're studying at the College of Giant Animal Medicine?"

Song Wenqing asked with a smile, while glancing at the rearview mirror inside the car.

The two people in the back row can be seen in the mirror.

"Yes, he's a third-year graduate student at the College of Veterinary Medicine. He's a top student. Zhang Laoshi, you can just call my dad Lao Song."

After answering Zhang Lingchuan's question, Song Wanqing introduced the situation to Xiao Yinyin.

"Would it be better to call him Uncle Song?"

Calling him "Old Song" behind his back is fine, but calling him that to his face feels a bit too intimate.

"It's okay, Qingqing told you to call me Lao Song, so just call me Lao Song! I'm not dead!!"

Song Wenqing smiled and said.

While driving, no one could see Lao Song's expression; they only knew that his voice sounded quite normal.

"Let's just call him Uncle Song."

Zhang Lingchuan's expression was very confused; he was worried that the person hadn't passed away.

"It's just a title. By the way, Xiao Zhang, I heard from Qingqing that you're now a popular online veterinarian? How much do you plan to charge for coming to our clinic? It's not free, is it?"

Song Wenqing asked with a smile on his face.

"Dad, how could Zhang Laoshi come to our clinic for free? I was thinking of splitting the bill 50/50."

The split is 50/50 between the veterinarians and the specialists. For example, if a patient brings in 1,000 yuan for the clinic today, then 500 yuan will be given to the specialist.

"Sure, a 50/50 split is definitely a good idea. Let's decide on that, Xiao Zhang, what do you think?"

Old Song nodded.

"what???"

Upon hearing her father's straightforwardness, Song Wanqing frowned slightly.

I don't know what's wrong with the other party. When they said that Zhang Laoshi would give their clinic free treatment, they acted as if they were facing a major crisis, but when they said it was a 50/50 split, they seemed much more relaxed.

Could it be that I've been possessed by an evil spirit during the month I've been away?

"Yes, yes, Uncle Song, you can arrange it."

As a man, how could Zhang Lingchuan not know what Lao Song was thinking? The main problem was that Wan Qing's series of shady actions had caused his father to misunderstand. The other party was constantly testing whether he had done anything to Wan Qing in the past month.

In fact, they are completely innocent.

As for profit sharing, that would be ideal, since it depends on how many people participate and how much money is given.

As for providing free medical consultations, Wanqing could agree to it if she asked, since the other party had already helped her so much, so it wouldn't hurt for her to help in return.

"Mr. Zhang, this is our pet clinic."

The car had traveled halfway.

Song Wanqing tugged at Zhang Lingchuan's arm and pointed to a clinic in the distance.

No one saw that Lao Song's eyelid twitched while his eyes were fixed on the rearview mirror inside the car.

"Spring returns to the pet clinic? Uncle Song's name is taken from a poem by Du Fu: 'Time and human affairs urge each other on, the winter solstice brings the return of spring,' right?"

Zhang Lingchuan inexplicably recalled this poem.

"Little Zhang knows quite a lot. This is the name given by Qingqing's maternal grandfather, so it's probably taken from here."

Song Wenqing answered with a smile as he drove.

“Zhang Laoshi, don’t ask my dad, he wouldn’t know anything about this. By the way, our clinic is right between Chunping Community and Chunnan Qianwei Campus. Don’t take the bus tomorrow, I’ll have my dad pick you up.”

At this moment, Song Wanqing bluntly exposed her father's shortcomings and also said that Old Song would pick him up tomorrow.

"???"

Old Song was once again completely bewildered.

Not right.

This little darling went to the south, and now she's leaking air everywhere!

"Dad? Is there a problem?"

Zhang Lingchuan was behind Lao Song, while Song Wanqing was diagonally opposite her father. She suddenly felt that her father's expression was a little strange.

"No problem! What could possibly be wrong? Xiao Zhang! I'll pick you up tomorrow!!"

Old Song spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Wanqing, Uncle Song, no need, I'll come by myself tomorrow."

Why would you pick him up? He can get here by himself!
Moreover, if Lao Song were to pick him up, he was afraid that the other party would take him to another place and ask him if he was innocent with his daughter.

"No need! Xiao Zhang! I'll pick you up tomorrow!!"

Old Song gave a very kind smile.

at last.

Half an hour passed.

The gate of Northeast People's University came into view.

Zhang Lingchuan arrived at the school.

"Goodbye, Uncle Song and Wanqing."

He waved goodbye to the two of them.

"Okay, okay, see you tomorrow, Xiao Zhang."

Old Song nodded.

"Bye Zhang Laoshi, send me a message when you get to the dorm~"

After Song Wanqing got out of the car and helped Zhang Lingchuan take out his things, she opened the passenger door and said something.

"???"

Old Song was stunned for a moment.

Wasn't the other person supposed to sit in the back, complaining about the things under the passenger's feet? Why did they suddenly open the passenger door?

"Come on, Dad, what are you standing there for?"

Song Wanqing plopped down in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and looked at her father.

"Okay, okay!!"

Old Song nodded repeatedly.

Looks like I'll have to ask Zhang about this tomorrow: why is my little darling so drafty?!

"call--"

Watching the black Mercedes drive away, Zhang Lingchuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He was seen pulling his suitcase towards the graduate student dormitory.

Dormitory 108.

"Oh my god! Mr. Zhang! You're finally back!!!"

As soon as Zhang Lingchuan opened the door, he suddenly noticed that the person lying on the bed was struggling to lift their head, looking somewhat haggard.

"Holy crap, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?!"

Zhang Lingchuan was stunned for a moment.

These are my roommates, who have been classmates for five years as undergraduates and are now in their third year of graduate school, marking the beginning of eight years of friendship.

The other person's surname is Guan, and his given name is Guan Suo. He is a Manchu.

The nickname "Prince" originated from a time when we had a late-night snack together at the beginning of our freshman year of college.

Because the other person's surname was very unusual, I learned during our chat that they were the only Manchu in the dormitory.

At the time, I was just being curious and a bit drunk, so I joked around and one of my buddies exclaimed, "Wow, we actually have a prince in our dorm!"

Then they asked him one by one how to say it in Manchu, and some Manchu gossip.

Then this guy, speaking with a heavy Northeastern accent, said, "You son of a bitch, I'm from the Northeast, who the hell speaks Manchu?!"
However, being a Manchu, he knew a bit about Manchu gossip. They talked about many things, including Empress Dowager Cixi's escape. When the conversation got deeper, everyone asked him which banner his ancestors belonged to, since everyone knows from watching TV dramas that the Manchus were divided into banners. Then this guy said he belonged to the Five-Starred Red Banner...

It crashed the computers of all my roommates!

He's a pretty funny person.

From that day on, everyone privately called him Prince under the Five-Starred Red Flag.

It was just a joke to begin with.

Who would have thought that in the years that followed, this guy would be so generous with his takeout and meals, never eating alone, and was actually a rich second-generation. So, calling him "Lord Guan" just became his title.

After all, it's another name for the boss.

But why is there a yellow tag hanging above the other person's head? What's going on?

……

　The second update is here! I wrote 3800 words at midnight, and then finished the remaining 5000+ words at 2:30 AM. Please give me some monthly tickets and recommendations, everyone! Seriously! You need to give the author some motivation! My brain hasn't been working properly lately! o(╥﹏╥)o
　　
　
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