Evil Master

On the surface of the table-top, there were five clear, indentations two centimeters below the surface.

Song Huichun was a little nervous when he saw this.

I, Song, am also a member of a medical family, so I have some medical ethics. I have already told you that I have this Black Jade Paste for your uncle's injury, and with the help of my classmates, I have a 90% chance of success! "

Duan Hong then nodded and left.

He immediately drove back to the South of The City area and picked up Ma Cuihua and Duan Yuan to prepare to go to the hospital to protect them, afraid that his aunt Li Zhen would be too busy to drive alone.

When Ma Cuihua and Duan Yuan went downstairs and saw the TT car, they did not dare to get on the car. It was only when Duan Hong said that the company had made it up for the general manager that they got on the car.

The three of them arrived at the hospital and chatted and laughed with Duan Beiping in the intensive care unit. The family was only missing Duan Hong's father, Duan Kai.

Duan Beiping also asked, why didn't Liberation come?

I haven't seen him these past few days.

Ma Cuihua also felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and secretly blamed Duan Jiu. It was outrageous for her big brother to not come even after doing an operation.

< p > Until the evening, the doctors and nurses once again gave Duan Jiu a thorough examination. He was in good condition and was suitable for surgery.

The next morning, he was pushed into the operation room.

Duan Hong's entire family was anxiously waiting outside. Zhu Shan had rushed over and was hesitating by his side.

Song Huichun came out twice during the operation and was completely wrapped up like a mummy. When Duan Hong went up to ask him questions, he did not even respond.

By evening, the entire family was exhausted. The President of the People's Medical Hospital came to visit them. The hospital was of great importance to them all.

Finally, during dinner time, Song Huichun and another doctor walked out tiredly. This time was different, as he had taken off his sterile surgical uniform.

Duan Hong's family immediately surrounded him.

Song Huichun smiled lightly at Duan Hong. The latter calmed down and knew that the operation would be successful.

You don't have to worry, the operation is more successful. Right now, Mr. Duan still needs to observe from the disinfection ward for a few more days to overcome the dangers of the past few days." It should be fine from now on, and the family members don't have to stay here any longer. They can go home and rest.

Song Huichun said as he pulled himself together.

One must know that a doctor performing a major surgery consumed a lot of energy and was extremely focused. Furthermore, he did not even care about eating food.

Duan Hong's car could not seat that many people, so he got Zhu Shan to find a taxi. The two of them returned to the South of The City region together, and went back to Duan Hong's house to cook dinner.

It was a delicious meal, but none of the family had any appetite, so they were worried for Duan Beiping.

Duan Hong did not sleep that night. He could feel in his heart that his family members in the other two rooms shared the same feeling. He had woken up before dawn.

Looking at the time, it was about four o'clock, he hadn't run for a long time. Duan Hong stretched his limbs, and made a proverb, "One punch after another without leaving one's hand, never letting go".

He took out a cloth from his small bag and wrapped it around his leg. There were a few thick iron plates on the ground beside him, and he inserted them one by one.

There were four pieces on each leg, each weighing ten kilograms. These were specially given to him by the Third Master during Ku Chan Temple.

As they left the South of The City Region, street lights were still lit on both sides of the road. Occasionally, a car would flash by and the cleaners would sweep the road with their broom.

Duan Hong's legs moved quickly as he ran along the streets surrounding the city. The morning wind whistled past his ears as he slowly controlled his breathing and coordinated with his running speed.

As his pace gradually increased, Duan Hong's breathing became hurried. He completely did not use his internal energy, and only relied on at least his own strength.

The worry and pressure he had for his uncle kept coming out of his body like dirty air. His mood improved a bit.

Without realizing it, dawn had come and the pedestrians had increased. Many elderly people came out for their morning practice, holding Taiji Sword or fan in their hands. They wore loose training uniforms, and their faces were brimming with smiles.

< p > Will I be like them when I get old?

Living a carefree life with the person he loved, wasn't this the same as well? Duan Hong was envious.

Duan Hong slowed down his speed as he ran into West Lake Park, which was located in the middle reaches of the sea.

This was a natural lake, covering an area of about a thousand acres. Ships were floating on the lake, and a few elderly people sat on the banks of the lake to fish.

On the lakeside, there was an old man in white clothing. He had a head of white hair and was squatting in the air with his two large hands stretched out, pushing or pushing. His movements were fluid and fluid. It was impressively a set of Tai Chi which nourished one's health.

What attracted Duan Hong's attention wasn't the old man's actions, but his disposition of looking down at the world from time to time, and occasionally being refined and confident. It was very free and at ease.

Duan Hong stood to the side and watched. The old man acted as if he did not see him and continued to practice his fist art.

After finishing his punching routine that was as smooth as flowing water, the old man picked up a towel to wipe his face, and laughed as he stood beside Duan Hong and asked: "Young man, you have been standing here for half an hour, right? You like Taiji as well? "

The corner of Duan Hong's mouth lifted, revealing his white teeth. This old man had a scholarly aura about him, he had a lot of self-restraint.

"Old sir, I saw that you were in good spirits and your Taiji Fist was executed smoothly, so I stopped to admire it and to bother you."

Duan Hong was very polite.

The elder waved his hand and said, "I won't disturb you. There are very few youngsters nowadays who like the quintessence of the country, and most of them respect foreign things. You are the first youngster who can calmly watch me finish a set of boxing."

You don't have to worry, the operation is more successful. Right now, Mr. Duan still needs to observe from the disinfection ward for a few more days to overcome the dangers of the past few days." It should be fine from now on, and the family members don't have to stay here any longer. They can go home and rest.

Duan Hong helped the old man to pick up his water bottle.

The old man looked at Duan Hong, only to see him wearing a purple t-shirt, blue cotton jeans and a pair of monk shoes. The old man was slightly surprised and said: "Young man, your shoes are not bad, they look really strong, and you don't seem like you can sell them in the sea, do you?"

Duan Hong looked at the shoes at the bottom of his feet. These were sent out by Ku Chan Temple and were specially made by monks to make robes and shoes. Furthermore, these were only used by monks in the temple.

He came to the small bag this time with a few pairs of shoelaces. He was used to wearing them and would only occasionally put on his sneakers to freshen up.

"Old sir, you have good eyes. These shoes really aren't bought from the sea. I've worked in the country of Shu before, and these shoes were especially comfortable. I've worn them for a few years already. I'm used to it, but other shoes don't feel comfortable."

The old man nodded, his eyes full of envy.

Duan Hong said to the old man: "Old sir, do you like it? I don't have a new pair, I'll give one to you later. "

The old man chuckled and said, "A gentleman doesn't steal the beauty of a man. Forget it. It's a beautiful place. "

< p > Familiar?

Ku Chan Temple's monk shoes were slightly different from other cloth shoes. It had a cross over its foot, allowing it to follow the shoe even better!

Furthermore, these kind of monk's shoes could only be found in Ku Chan Temple, could it be that the old man knew someone from Ku Chan Temple?

"Old sir, why are you always smiling? Don't you have any worries?"

Duan Hong asked curiously.

The elder laughed out loud once again. "The trouble comes from the heart. It's already gone from the heart. Laugh is just a form of expression. If others see your smile, they will be infected as well."

Why did this old man speak the same way as First Master?

How strange!

However, he was right.

"Young man, are you interested in eating breakfast with this old man?"

The old man extended an invitation.

Eating breakfast for no reason at all?

Duan Hong's sensitive heart was in turmoil again, did the old man see the things on his body?

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