Chapter 336 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

Chapter 336 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a

The terminally ill man in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Thirty-five)

"Mr. Song, can I come in?"

It was Jane Qiang knocking on the door.

With red eyes, Song Ning wanted to kick Lance away, but just as he was about to exert force, his legs did not obey him.

The smile on Song Ning's face immediately disappeared. Lance looked at him with pity, kissed the top of his head, and helped him straighten his collar.

"come in."

Jian Qiang walked in without looking around, and she quickly reported the results of the public relations and several other departments.

"The group members who maliciously spread the rumor have all received court summonses. Three of them chose to contact Dr. Lan to settle the matter privately, and the other two said they were willing to post a video on Weibo to publicly apologize."

"The hired thugs have all been arrested, but they all refuse to admit that it was Duan Kong who ordered them. However, the police have already obtained substantial evidence for Duan Kong's other crimes. Even if this crime is removed, he will still have to spend a long time in prison."

"There's one more thing."

Jane Qiang quickly glanced at Lance.

"He is a very famous old gentleman. He contacted me and wanted to find Dr. Lan and make an appointment to meet with him."

She took one look and quickly lowered her head, but she couldn't help but be shocked in her heart.

Mr. Song was actually in better condition than she had imagined. However, Dr. Lan looked very haggard, which was beyond her expectation.

Maybe it’s because there are a lot of things to do during this period and I have to rush back every day to take care of Mr. Song?

"Who is looking for him?"

Song Ning frowned slightly.

"It's Mr. Lian."

Jian Qiang briefly introduced the old gentleman.

This old man has made countless contributions to medicine throughout his life. He has saved countless lives and has also solved many medical problems that had previously been unsolvable.

The most important thing is that although he cannot cure cancer, he is already the number one cancer cure in China.

It can be said that this person is a leader in the industry.

Song Ning was stunned. Of course he knew where Mr. Lian came from.

In fact, he did try to ask Mr. Lian to cure his illness, but after examining him, Mr. Lian said that he was powerless.

The most important thing is that although Mr. Lian wants to study his disease, he has many more people waiting for him to treat them. It is obviously a waste to waste too much time on himself.

Song Ning knew it very well.

The old man was indeed a good doctor, so it was understandable that he chose to save more people.

But even old contact with Lance?

Song Ning only thought for a second and guessed why, because when Lance came to take care of him yesterday, he had just opened a package.

He saw three words: Lancet.

His Doctor Lan did look very different from Duan Kong, Song Ning thought as he closed his eyes and leaned back.

No matter why he contacted Lance, he thought it should be a good thing.

Less than two seconds after Song Ning closed his eyes, he heard a voice coming from above.

"Please reply for me and tell them I don't have time."

Lance tidied up Song Ning's hair and refused.

"Why?" Song Ning was puzzled, and Jian Qiang also looked up.

"I probably know why he wants to find me, but there's no need."

Lance wasn't going to explain too much.

Jian Qiang said that after receiving it, she left the space to the young couple.

"Why don't you meet Mr. Lian?"

Song Ning followed the back of Lance's hand as he was adjusting the quilt for him, and his fingers naturally slid along the forearm with bulging blue veins into Lance's palm, clasping his fingers tightly.

Lance subconsciously grabbed his hand, and the action was so natural as if he had done it a million times.

Song Ning asked directly.

He couldn't think of any other reason than that Lance was going to take care of him.

"It has nothing to do with you, don't think too much about it."

How could Lance not see the wavering look in his eyes? He leaned over and kissed his slightly tired eyes and shook his head.

How could Song Ning not think too much?

"I know Mr. Lian. He wants to see you because he thinks you are great. There's no harm in meeting him."

"No need."

Lance didn't intend to tell Song Ning that he and Mr. Lian had already met. Lance didn't intend to bring up those things and make Song Ning worry.

Song Ning's current physical condition is not suitable for overwork. He already has enough work to do and he doesn't want Song Ning to worry about other things.

"Really don't need it?"

Song Ning asked with some confusion, "He probably wants to promote you. If you want to go further on this path, Mr. Lian is a good teacher."

"I don't plan on going far."

Lance looked sincere and couldn't help but kiss his little prince.

"Compared to those, I want to cherish the days with you more."

No matter which world, which day, he just wants to be with his little prince.

A hint of shock flashed across Song Ning's eyes, but he immediately concealed his expression so that Lance wouldn't notice anything.

Is Lance doing this because of himself?

Is it because he doesn't have much time left that he refuses?

His drooped eyelashes were like a small fan hiding the emotions in his eyes.

No, he absolutely couldn't let Lance give up the flowers and fame that he deserved.

----

Lian Lao didn't expect that Lance actually refused his meeting, which made him very disappointed.

"Teacher, I told you that even though Lance is a capable person, his character must be problematic, otherwise he wouldn't have caused such a big commotion."

The middle-aged man next to him had obvious contempt in his eyes. Lian Lao glanced at him and felt a sense of disappointment in his heart.

He had really misjudged this disciple. Not only was he useless, but he was also so narrow-minded. It was really...

Rotten wood!

"Okay, I won't keep pestering her since she's rejected me. But how did you say that?"

Even the old man couldn't hide his dissatisfaction.

Middle-aged man: "Teacher, I am just telling the truth. That Lance..."

"I said OK!"

The old man turned around with a look of anger in his eyes, "What's wrong with his character? Is he just like you, who only knows how to be a slacker and never makes progress? Or is he just like you, who can't stand other people's talents and tries to trip them up and drive them away?"

The middle-aged man looked flustered for a second, then he forced himself to calm down.

"Teacher, what are you talking about? I didn't, you misunderstood."

Seeing that he still didn't admit it, Lian Lao looked disappointed.

"Did I misunderstand? Do you really think I know nothing? You really disappoint me."

"Teacher, you really misunderstood. Lance really has his own problems. I definitely didn't do anything to him. I'm so much older than him, how could I be jealous of him? Besides, I'm still your student."

His sincere look made Mr. Lian a little shaken.

Could it be that I really misunderstood?

Seeing him like this, the middle-aged man knelt down, hugged his thighs and began to cry bitterly.

Lian Lao was a soft-hearted person to begin with. Seeing his look, he only scolded him a few words and left in a hurry because of their long-term master-disciple relationship.

After he walked away, the middle-aged man immediately stood up from the ground with a sinister sneer on his face.

"You're just a yellow-haired boy. Can't I deal with you?"