The American Scripture

[Dao Zang America] General Chapter Serial Post [Forbidden Water] m

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Mr. Frist Hurt is recovering well, and his heart is gradually normalizing. The damage to the heart muscle and the problems of the heart vessels and nerves caused by the electric shock are also being repaired. He feels his body Is slowly becoming a lot more energetic.

"Okay, Mr. Hurt. I'll come back tomorrow!" Zhen Fan pulled out the silver needle from Mr. Hurt, then cleaned the needle and put it in the needle box. "Your condition is improving, and you will feel that every day There are different."

　　 "I can't believe it, I never thought that one day I would use Chinese medicine to treat my disease, nor did I think that Chinese medicine would bring me such a great help, thank you, Zhen!"

　　 Frist Hurt’s words are sincere, and it comes from my body that is getting healthier.

　　 "You have to thank Chinese medicine!" Zhen Fan smiled, then washed his hands in the bathroom, ready to go out.

　　 "By the way, Mr. Hutt!"

　　 When Zhen Fan stood at the door, she turned around and looked at Frist Hurt.

　　 "If there is anything, as long as I can do it." Frist Hurt replied without hesitation.

　　 "You have to listen to Julianne, it's good for you."

　　 "Aha!" Mr. Frist Hurt smiled, then nodded solemnly, "Yes, Dr. Zhen, I promise that what happened today will never happen again."

　　 "Better like this!" Zhen Fan pointed at him, and then nodded: "Goodbye, Mr. Hutt."

　　 "Goodbye, Dr. Zhen, looking forward to your treatment tomorrow, I can't wait!" Frist Hurt smiled, pointed at Zhen Fan, and pointed at his chest.

　　 "Carolyn, go and see Dr. Zhen!"

　　 "Yes, Dad!" Caroline happily agreed to the doctor.

　　 Julianne walked over, set up a blanket for Mr. Frist Hurt, and then came a glass of water: "This is good for your health, Mr. Hurt."

　　 "Thank you!" This time Frist Hurt did not refuse, but looked at Julianne, "What do you think of Dr. Zhen?"

　　 "Very good, very enthusiastic! A young man liked by others!" Julianne answered with a smile, "Sir, what do you want to ask?"

　　 "Nothing, I think so too, don't you?"

　　 Frist Hurt shook his head and smiled, then lay on the bed. The treatment just now made him feel speechless and comfortable.

Zhen Fan and Caroline walked down the stairs. Caroline had been talking to Zhen Fan, saying that she was optimistic about her father’s condition and how grateful she was to Zhen Fan. She even said that she missed Claire and school very much. .

"You will go back to school. Now Mr. Hutt's condition has stabilized. If you want to go to school, there is no problem at all." Zhen Fan suddenly stopped and looked at Caroline with a smile, "If you really miss Clay Come see her at her house, I believe she must miss you very much."

"Really can?"

　　 "Of course, why not?" Zhen Fan said to Caroline, "I will come again tomorrow and see Caroline again."

　　 It turned out that the two people had already unknowingly walked to the door in front of the villa, and the bodyguard had opened the iron door on the side. Caroline looked sad, but soon a smile appeared on her face.

"Is there time at the end of tomorrow? I want to invite you to dinner. It is my gratitude to you, don't refuse me, okay?" Caroline said to Zhen Fan pleadingly, "I don't have many friends, so I I want to talk to you."

Zhen Fan thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "I am looking forward to tomorrow's dinner!" As Zhen Fan stepped out of the door, his car had already been parked by a bodyguard for him. Zhen Fan got on the car and turned towards Caroline waved, and the car slipped away.

　　 Caroline was full of joy, and when she returned to the room, she even moved slightly.

　　 "It seems...someone is in love, isn't it?" After Frist Hurt's voice came in, some Caroline in a daze was startled, and then looked at Frist Hurt angrily.

　　 "Dad, he and I are just ordinary friends."

　　 "Who did I say?" Mr. Hutt smiled, and Caroline couldn't hide her feelings.

　　Dad——I have something else! "Caroline quickly escaped from Mr. Hutt's room and hid in her own room. What her father said just now made her feel ashamed.

　　 "Do you think my daughter is in love? From your experience!" Mr. Hutt turned his head and looked at Julianne who was busy tidying up the room next to him and smiled.

"Maybe, maybe not, Mr. Hutt, I think I'm just a nurse, so... the experience you mentioned is really strange to me." Julianne was a little funny, but she still endured it, very respectful Said his opinion.

　　 Immediately, Mr. Hutt noticed his abruptness, smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and stopped talking.

　　 Zhen Fan received a call on the way home. It was from Tang Shaoyang.

"Boss, there is a special patient here. It is Mr. Barna, a California state legislator. His son's illness is a bit strange, and he called you to go to his home for treatment." Tang Shaoyang's voice was a little tight. Obviously, he didn't. Thinking of the state legislator coming to the clinic, this is a big man, in his eyes.

　　 "Did he make an appointment?"

　　 "Huh? It seems...like not!" Tang Shaoyang was dumbfounded by Zhen Fan's words.

　　 "Let him make an appointment, Old Tang, if you don't make an appointment, just leave him alone!" Zhen Fan said this, hung up the phone, and drove towards the house.

　　 Tang Shaoyang put down the phone in amazement, of course he soon figured out that privileges are of little use here.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barna, I just talked to Dr. Zhen on the phone. He asked you to make an appointment. You know, we have a lot of patients now, and it is easy to be complained." Tang Shaoyang apologized to Emile Barna. Said.

　　 "Well, I'll make an appointment!"

　　 Emil Barna wanted to get angry, but he knew it would not help solve the problem, so he resisted, and nodded at Tang Shaoyang: "Thank you, Doctor Tang!"

　　 "If it's your time, I will call you!" Tang Shaoyang politely sent Emile Barna out, and he often sighed in his heart. To tell the truth, he felt a little unsure when he saw those big bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses.

　　 After thinking about it, he still called Zhen Fan.

　　 "Boss, Senator Barna has already left. You have to be careful, lest he may cause trouble!"

　　 "It's okay, I can handle it, don't worry!" Zhen Fan laughed. Old Tang is good, but he is a little courageous and afraid of officials. The typical thinking of the Chinese since ancient times is that the people do not fight against officials. Of course, in the U.S., those politicians are horrifying people by playing tricks like black hands.

　　 "Also...Old Tang, how many times have I told you, don't call me the boss, just call Dr. Zhen or Xiao Zhen."

　　 "I know, but you still have to be careful, there are patients, I will hang up first!"

　　 "Are you busy!" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled.

　　 "Mr. Zhen, do you need me to prepare dinner for you?" Mia came out of her room wearing an apron, tied with her apron, and strangling her **** very high. It was a bit of subdued temptation.

　　 "Well, you go, maybe we will have guests coming later!" Zhen Fan smiled.

　　 "Do you need me to prepare dinner for them?" Mia didn't ask what kind of guests she was. She only did what she thought she should do and never asked more. This makes Zhen Fan very satisfied.

　　 "No, no, because they are not welcome guests."

　　 "Yes, I got it!" A flash of light suddenly flashed in Mia's eyes.

Zhen Fan watched Mia enter the kitchen, he slumped on the sofa, turned on the TV, watched the news, watched for a while, and actually saw the report about Kristen, saying that her new movie has been filmed. , Preparing to return to the United States from New Zealand, and this new drama, embodies the efforts of the great director Bit Jackson, will definitely attract people.

　　冇 The reporter's lens captured Christine, who was talking to her assistant Sibela in the dressing room. She saw the camera aimed at her and waved her hand at the camera mischievously.

　　 A smile hung from the corner of Zhen Fan's mouth. To be honest, he still enjoys being with Christine.

　　 "True, true."

　　 Someone is knocking on the door, not in a hurry or slow, very rhythmic.

　　 "Mia, the guest is here!"

　　 Zhen Fan sat motionless, and shouted into the kitchen. He found that he was becoming more and more lazy. As long as he lay down, he would not act.

"Okay, Mr. Zhen!" Mia quickly came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands, trot to the door, opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, behind him there were four black suits wearing The big guy with sunglasses looks like a bodyguard. Can not help frowning.

　　 "Mr. Zhen?" She looked back at Zhen Fan.

　　 "The living room is too small, so only one person can come in!" Zhen Fan slowly sat up, and responded faintly.

　　 Mia looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

　　 "Mr. Zhen said, only one person can come in, sir!"

　　 The middle-aged man was stunned, then nodded, turned his head and said to the back: "You go back to the car and wait." The four bodyguards turned and left, and Mia unfolded and let the middle-aged man in.

"Excuse me... Doctor Zhen is..." The middle-aged man saw Zhen Fan sitting on the sofa and walked over quickly, smiling at Zhen Fan and stretching out his hand, "I am Emile Bana~www.wuxiaspot .com~is a California State Assemblyman."

　　 "I've heard your name!" Zhen Fan reluctantly stood up, shook hands with Barna, then shook his hand casually, motioning him to sit on the sofa next to him.

　　 "Doctor Tang called you, I'm right by the side!" Emile Barna nodded and smiled.

　　 "So... Mr. Barna is here to treat the illness?" Zhen Fan frowned, "Didn't I say it? I need to make an appointment. I can't give people an unfair impression."

　　 Emil Barna smiled awkwardly: "It's like this. My son's illness is a bit serious. I'm afraid I can't wait too long. I have to come. Please forgive me!"

　　 "Oh? It's not Mr. Barna's disease? So...what is your son..."

　　 "Mark Barna, his condition is a bit special, and he needs Dr. Zhen to go home. If there is a way to treat it, money is not a problem." Emile Barna was forced to say this.

　　 "Mark Barna?" Zhen Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he shook his head and said to Emile Barna, "If it was him, I'm sorry, I can't cure it."

　　 "Why?" Emile Bana's face remained unchanged.

　　 "You have to ask your son about this, he knows me!" Zhen Fan smiled slightly, shaking his head and sighing. ◇(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe, reward, and your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.) Provided by ◤@吕大布丶fly◢.