Chapter 389 Ximen Shang's Treatment Plan

"His name is... Mo Qiang."

"Master Mo Qiang?!"

When the butler heard the name, he said without thinking: "Mr. Mu, do you know Master Mo Qiang, the legendary gun manufacturing expert?"

Mu Rou glanced at him lightly and said: "Yes, we are old friends."

Ximen Zhuang's eyes flickered, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

To be honest, he did go to Beicheng when he was young, and there was indeed a person named Huo Kaicheng.

But the difference is that although Huo Kaicheng has outstanding medical skills, few people in Beicheng know him.

Because this person stopped practicing medicine more than ten years ago, and no one in Beicheng mentioned him anymore.

So whether Mu Rou knew Huo Kaicheng or not was reasonable.

What Ximen Zhuang wanted was the thinking process of Mu Rou after hearing his question.

That was where he caught the flaw.

But to his regret, Mu Rou hesitated for only a moment, and then said categorically that she had never seen Huo Kaicheng.

Even, she threw out the heavyweight figure of Mo Qiang.

Unlike Huo Kaicheng, the name of Mo Qiang is not only well-known in Beicheng, but also known by people all over China.

He is a real celebrity.

For such a person, Ximen Zhuang can find out whether his relationship with Mu Rou is true or false as long as he sends someone to Beicheng to inquire.

Mu Rou couldn't have been unaware of this, but he still said it so frankly.

"Could it be that this guy is really related to Mo Qiang?"

Ximen Zhuang thought secretly in his heart: "After such a test, it can be confirmed that this guy is indeed from Beicheng. Now we just need to send someone to Beicheng to confirm it."

"And it should have nothing to do with Su Jiang. After all, when Su Jiang was mentioned just now, the expression on the other party's face did not change at all, as if he heard an irrelevant name."

"Think about it, Su Jiang is only in his early twenties. It is shocking enough to be able to achieve the current level. How could he have such outstanding medical skills..."

When Ximen Zhuang thought of this, he signaled the book housekeeper with his eyes.

The other party immediately understood what Ximen Zhuang meant, took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Ximen Zhuang.

"Mr. Mu, don't mind. We were just chatting casually just now. Don't make the atmosphere so awkward."

Ximen Zhuang laughed and handed over the bank card: "There are 20 million in this card."

Mu Rou frowned and didn't take it. Instead, she asked in confusion: "I remember I only asked for 10 million."

"Hahaha... That 10 million is my son's medical expenses, and the other 10 million is a little gift from our Ximen family."

Ximen Zhuang smiled and said: "Our Ximen family is willing to make friends like Mr. Mu."

Mu Rou heard this and took the bank card and jokingly said: "Don't doubt my identity?"

"Mr. Mu, what are you talking about? I have never doubted your identity. It's just that I haven't met anyone from North City for a long time, so I just want to chat more."

After saying that, Ximen Zhuang stood up and waved his hand: "Mr. Mu, I have some things to do at the family, so I'll leave first."

"My son is in the clinic. You can use him as you like. As long as you can cure his illness, it's fine. It's also a good opportunity to help me correct his bad habits."

"If you need anything, just tell the butler. Don't be polite."

Su Jiang also stood up and was about to be polite and ask the other party to sit for a while and drink some tea before leaving.

But he quickly realized that where was the tea here?

After chatting with the other party for so long, let alone tea, he couldn't even drink a sip of water.

So, Su Jiang did not try to stop him and said, "Then Master Ximen, take care. I won't see you off."

"No need to see you off. It's just a few steps away. Why would you see me off?"

Ximen Zhuang waved his hand and said to the butler, "By the way, butler, check back to see if there's anything missing from the clinic and send it to Mr. Mu, such as tea or something..."

"Yes, I'll make a note of it." The butler nodded quickly.

Su Jiang pretended not to hear such obvious words.

And Ximen Shang was like an abandoned child.

From the time he entered the door until now, his father had said no more than three sentences to him.

He didn't even say goodbye to him when he left.

This made Ximen Shang very sad. He was obviously dying, but his father didn't even care about him. He also asked Mr. Mu to change his bad habits?

Which bad habits of mine weren't spoiled by you?

Now you know how to change?

What did you do before?

Ximen Shang stood at the door, waving his hand expressionlessly, watching Ximen Zhuang leave.

Su Jiang sat on a recliner, playing with the bank card in his hand, his eyes gradually became hot.

20 million!

The Ximen family is really rich, making friends with 10 million at a time.

Su Jiang felt a little embarrassed to cheat his friend.

If the landlord came again, Su Jiang would just throw the bank card in his face and buy the clinic.

You ignored me yesterday, but you can't afford me today.

Su Jiang couldn't help but be curious, is his father as rich as himself now?

That poor guy, who has to hide even 200 yuan under the flower pot, probably doesn't have much money, and is controlled by his mother.

Ha, henpecked, so shameful.

Unlike himself, even after getting married, he is still financially free, and even getting richer.

"Doctor Mu, shouldn't you start treating me?"

Ximen Shang came over with a complicated expression and said, "You have already received the money. If you don't treat me, I'm afraid I will feel pain again."

He didn't want to experience that kind of heart-wrenching pain again.

Su Jiang heard this, glanced at him, and asked, "What time is it now?"

Ximen Shang was stunned, took out his mobile phone to check the time: "One o'clock in the afternoon."

"Go out and run ten kilometers and come back."

"Ah?"

Ximen Shang was immediately confused: "What do you mean by running ten kilometers and coming back? Isn't it a treatment?"

"It is a treatment." Su Jiang opened the drawer as a matter of course, took out a piece of paper from it, and handed it to Ximen Shang.

"From today, you must strictly follow the plan on the table and regulate your life. At night, I will treat you again. Keep it up for a month, and basically there will be no major problems."

Ximen Shang took the paper and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, he saw the plan in the middle at a glance.

One to three o'clock in the afternoon: ten kilometers of running.

"Is this also part of the treatment?" He couldn't help asking.

"Of course, you are questioning me?" Su Jiang immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"

"......Your first plan makes it difficult for me not to question you. What do you mean by going to Zhang Laosan's house to buy fried dough sticks and soy milk at 7 o'clock in the morning?"

"Walking more in the morning is good for physical and mental health, and buy breakfast by the way."

"......Then go to Wang Laowu's house to buy spicy hot pot at 6 o'clock in the evening?"

"Similarly, buy dinner by the way,"

"You he..."

Ximen Shang wanted to curse, but he didn't dare.

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