At the Capital Airport, there were traffic and passengers hurried out of the hall were shoulder to shoulder. Even if they were waiting for rent, they had to queue up.

Zhang Sheng followed the person who picked him into the parking lot from the VIP passage. As soon as he left the glass door, the cold current came to his face. Beijing, it was winter now.

A black car parked steadily in front of him, and Zhang Sheng got into the car, and the frozen cold air was also isolated outside the car.

The passenger seat was a middle-aged cadre in black Zhongshan suit. He had a serious face and was not smiling. Even when he shook hands with Zhang Sheng in the waiting room, he had no expression on his face. He briefly introduced that his surname was Li and his secretary to the old leader.

As soon as Zhang Sheng got in and sat down, Secretary Li handed over a down jacket. I guess he saw Zhang Sheng wearing shirts and jeans, which were really thin.

Although Zhang Sheng was not cold, he took it and said, "Thank you."

The cars are transported into dense traffic, which is a different scene compared to the South China Sea, with the tall buildings in the capital and the historical monuments full of historical heavyness.

Walking through the streets and alleys, the car finally drove into a small alley and stopped in front of an ordinary courtyard.

It seems that this residential area is nothing special, without the luxurious and noisy community that is often fryed over 100 million yuan, nor the solemnity of the Red Wall Armed Police, but with a very old Beijing flavor, quiet and peaceful.

Even the gate of the courtyard was open. Secretary Li led Zhang Sheng into the courtyard. The courtyard was carved with beams and painted pillars, with antique colors, and there were a few pine and cypress trees, blooming green.

A young man with a tough aura ran over and whispered a few words in Secretary Li's ear.

Secretary Li turned around and said to Zhang Sheng: "Doctor Zhang, unfortunately, Secretary Lu just left in an urgent matter. In this way, you should meet Mr. Lu directly."

Zhang Sheng nodded slightly. The person was not here, and for some reason, he felt relieved.

...

In the elegant lounge, Zhang Sheng met Mr. Lu, an old man in his 80s, but he was in good spirits. When Zhang Sheng came in, he was playing chess by himself.

"Are you Dr. Xiao Zhang?" He looked up, and the old man's eyes were a little surprised.

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Doctor Zhang, do you take the chief's pulse? What is the disease of the chief?" Secretary Li suggested.

Mr. Lu frowned, "Xiao Li, are you trying Doctor Xiao Zhang? Hurry up, take all the medical records and films to Dr. Xiao Zhang." As he said that, he turned around and smiled at Zhang Sheng: "Doctor Xiao Zhang, come, sit down and drink tea."

Zhang Sheng nodded and slowly sat down in front of the old man.

Seeing the old man holding a chess piece, Zhang Sheng gently clicked on the chessboard and said, "Boy takes the liberty, will there be a turning point when you fall here?"

Mr. Lu began to shake his head and said, "Isn't Jackie Chan alive?" Then, his eyes suddenly lit up and he frowned and thought.

When Secretary Li came in with a thick stack of materials, Old Lu suddenly slapped his thigh, "Okay! It's such a wonderful hand from heaven! You can live by putting it to death! It's amazing!"

Secretary Li was shocked and rarely saw the old leader lose his composure like this.

"Doctor Xiao Zhang, I didn't expect that you are still a master here? How many times have you been?" Old Lu looked at Zhang Sheng with a smile, and then he looked at the young man in front of him seriously.

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "The bystander is clear, I am not in the middle of the class, and I am interested in it."

As he spoke, Zhang Sheng took the medical record handed over by Secretary Li, and Secretary Li whispered in Zhang Sheng's ear: "Where is Mr. Lu, he suffered from a butterfly meningioma a few years ago and hired the best neurosurgeon in Germany for surgery. But I heard that because the tumor squeezes the brainstem, this operation is particularly difficult. Mr. Lu's tumor seems to be more complicated, so the tumor was not completely removed at that time. Of course, it was successful from the perspective of the operation, but it also left some sequelae for the old man, such as the occasional numbness on the right half of his body, and the situation has become more and more serious recently."

Zhang Sheng looked through the film, frowned slightly, and said, "It's not just a meningioma?" and said, "Let's go out and talk."

Mr. Lu smiled and gestured and pressed his pressure, saying, "It's okay, sit down and sit down. I know what I have. It's just that the sequelae of surgery in the past is getting worse and worse. Now, there is another cerebral aneurysm. With my age, the doctors say that if the surgery is performed, the success rate will be less than 10%. It's better to rely on medication. In this way, I can live for a few more years."

Secretary Li lowered his head, showing a discomfortable expression on his face.

Seeing the old man talking calmly about life and death, Zhang Sheng nodded slightly. The meningioma in the slanted part of the rock and the cerebral artery tumor were complicated. The old man was at this age, so it was no wonder that famous doctors were helpless. You know, this old man could invite the best team of doctors in the world to perform surgery on him.

Calling yourself over is nothing more than thinking about some folk remedies and medicines that can maintain the elderly’s life for several years.

"Old Lu, I'll take your pulse." Zhang Sheng stretched out his hand.

Mr. Lu smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "That's all right. Doctor Xiao Zhang, I heard that you have a solution to the Senatus virus? I used to think it was a fantasy, but now I see you myself, I believe it a little."

Zhang Sheng smiled: "It's all luck."

After exploring Mr. Lu's pulse for a while, Zhang Sheng got up and came to Mr. Lu's side, reached out and put his hand on Mr. Lu's neck, closing his eyes without saying a word.

"Mr. Lu, I have to look at your condition more carefully. Is there a quieter room?" Zhang Sheng asked after retracting his hand.

Secretary Li hurriedly said, "Come on, please, I'll take you there."

"Why should I play chess with me first?" Seeing that Zhang Sheng was about to leave, Mr. Lu stopped doing it and started yelling.

Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "It's late, I don't have the heart to play with you now. Besides, I'm here to see you, but I played a chess with you. Even if you don't blame me, I'm afraid that I will move my head, right?"

Mr. Lu pointed at Zhang Sheng: "Little guy! You are still honest, but it is not as serious as you said. At most, you are not doing your job properly." He laughed. In just a short time, this young man had already won his heart, reminding him of his powerful son, his agility when he was young.

...

Secretary Li arranged for Zhang Sheng in the study room and said, "The study room is usually used by the young lady. Today, the young lady will not come back if she has something to do, and no one will disturb you."

The study room is very wide, with three or four rows of bookshelves, and neatly arranged books. In the faint fragrance of ink, there seems to be a fragrance like orchids and musk, which makes people smell it and forget them.

Zhang Sheng was slightly stunned. He guessed that it was because of his sensitive senses. Judging from Secretary Li's appearance, he couldn't smell it.
Chapter completed!