"Yinyin, you misunderstood. Professor Lu came to see Grandpa''s condition."


    Wei Song gently pulled Xue Yin''s clothes. He whispered.


    He knew that Lu Qingyi was very powerful, but he didn''t expect that she could even know medical skills.


    "Ah, aren''t you a professor?"


    Xue Yin looks at Lu Qingyi in surprise. She has heard Wei Song''s story of Lu Qingyi''s teaching and Lu Qingyi''s character.


    I know Lu Qingyi is very powerful.


    "Now it''s a student."


    Lu Qingyi lazily put her hands into her trouser pockets. She said it carelessly.


    Xue Yin: "


    what do you mean?


    She seemed a little confused.


    "Professor Lu took the college entrance examination this year and came to the medical school. Now he is from our department of traditional Chinese medicine."


    Wei Song explained to Xue Yin.


    Let alone Xue Yin, when he saw Lu Qingyi in the office, he was frightened.


    He had been thinking about whether he had the same name and surname. He didn''t expect that it would really be Lu Qingyi.


    They haven''t had a class until the end of military training. He really doesn''t know how to have a class now.


    What he wants to teach, Lu Qingyi will. Although he is a professor in medical school, he teaches mathematics.


    He didn''t know much about that kind of medicine, so he thought he couldn''t teach Lu Qingyi.


    It''s not good at that time. Will Lu Qingyi give him a chalk head directly?


    Xue Yin: "


    She looked at Lu Qingyi with a complicated face. Can those powerful people do whatever they want?


    "Let me see."


    Standing with numb legs, Lu Qingyi motioned the old man on the hospital bed with his chin.


    "Oh, look, look..."


    Xue Yin doesn''t have much hope. Lu Qingyi, a professor, doesn''t know much about medical skills, right?


    Lu Qingyi walked in. When she saw the old man on the hospital bed, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her eyes were full of unbelievable.


    "Master."


    Lu Qingyi whispered.


    Wei Song and Xue Yin didn''t hear clearly.


    The man lying on the hospital bed is Xue Changguang. He is a painter, a very famous painter.


    It can be ranked internationally. He hasn''t picked up a stroke for many years. Lu Qingyi is his only apprentice.


    He is a little weird and doesn''t accept disciples. However, when he saw Lu Qingyi a few years ago, he made an exception and accepted Lu Qingyi.


    He never writes, but guides Lu Qingyi nearby. Lu Qingyi has never seen Xue Changguang draw.


    Isolated for more than a year, the old man is much older and his hair is gray.


    Lu Qingyi sighed lightly. She gently took her pulse in Xue Changguang''s hand.


    "How''s it going?"


    Hearing Lu Qingyi sigh, Wei Song thought Lu Qingyi had no way.


    He looked extremely anxious.


    "It''s normal for people to have physical problems when they are old. I''ll give him a needle tomorrow and take a medicine bath. It should be almost the same."


    Lu Qingyi looked at Wei Song and Xue Yin and said in a particularly relaxed tone.


    Where surgery is needed is just something that acupuncture and medicine bath can do.


    Xue Changguang has little physical problems. People are prone to physical problems when they are old.


    "Are you sure you''re not kidding?"


    Xue Yin can''t believe it.


    No doctor could tell what was wrong with her grandfather, just that they were helpless.


    I didn''t expect Lu Qingyi to say so easily.


    "No, you can go through the discharge formalities."


    Lu Qingyi said faintly, and then took the lead to go out.


    Xue Changguang, she must be cured.


    "Ah song..."


    Xue Yin looks at Wei Song. She can''t make up her mind for a moment.


    Do you believe it or not?


    "President Lu said that Professor Lu would have a way."


    Wei Song said that the implication was to believe in Lu Qingyi.


    "Yin Yin..."


    On the hospital bed, Xue Changguang opened his eyes. His voice was very weak.


    Old age, the body is not strong.


    "Grandpa, are you awake?"


    Xue Yin hurried to pour a glass of water for Xuan Changguang, helped Xue Changguang up and fed him water.


    "You make this call..."


    Xue Changguang took out an old piece of paper from his pocket, which had been wrinkled and wrinkled.


    "What is this?"


    Xue Yin took the piece of paper in Xue Changguang''s hand. She unfolded it. Inside it was a series of numbers, one or two of which had been blurred.


    It can be seen that this piece of paper Xue Changguang has been preserved for a long time and is very old.


    "Phone number."


    Xue Changguang gently closed his eyes, and his tone was particularly weak.


    "Grandpa, this..."


    Xue Yin took the paper and looked at Xue Changguang hesitantly.


    Two numbers in the number were blurred. She couldn''t see clearly what the blurred numbers were.


    Wei Song looked at the paper and shook his head at Xue Yin.


    The number on the paper must be the most important person. If you tell the old man that two numbers are blurred at this time, the old man may lose his spiritual sustenance at once.


    "Find her and say sorry for me."


    Xue Changguang slowly looks at Xue Yin.


    He slowly closed his eyes and his brain was full of the girl''s sullen face.


    "She?"


    Xue Yin looked at Xue Changguang suspiciously. She didn''t understand what Xue Changguang meant.


    His grandfather has always been a man of pure heart and few desires. It seems that he has never been sorry for anyone.


    "I''ve bought the painting and hung it in my room. Give it back to her for me at that time."


    Xue Changguang didn''t answer Xue Yin''s words. He said slowly.


    His voice was very light. He didn''t know how long he could last.


    In the past two years, he kept saving money and raising money. Finally, he raised enough money to buy the painting back.


    "Grandpa, you spent 100 million on that painting."


    Xue Yin opened her mouth and looked at her grandfather with an unbelievable face.


    She knew that her grandfather used to be a painter and loved painting, but his grandfather stopped writing long ago.


    Six months ago, grandpa bought a painting and spent 100 million to buy it. His special baby was hung in his room. He had to see it every day and wipe it every day.


    She doesn''t know about painting. She only knows that the painting looks very good and realistic.


    She knew better that her grandfather bought the paintings he had left before and sold a house in order to raise money.


    It''s just a painting. Xue Yin really doesn''t know why Xue Changguang spent so much money to buy it back.


    "If a hundred million can be forgiven, I think it''s worth it."


    Xue Changguang smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly.


    He Xue Changguang has been aboveboard all his life. He has never done anything sorry for others. If one hundred million can be forgiven.


    Then he felt that the painting was not his, but he secretly sold it because he was short of money.


    He''s always been guilty.