Lin Qingqing saw that Grandpa Song had brought her such a big hat, and quickly waved her hands and said: "Grandpa, you think too highly of me. I just do what I know how to do. Dad and brother have made great contributions to the country. I'm far out of reach."
Grandpa Song smiled softly: "It's all a matter of time."
"Let's go, my guards are ready."
Mr. Tong walked in and called a few people.
Song Yiyuan: "Grandpa, we have our own car. If I follow you in the car, I can't even fit in a car."
Grandpa Song nodded.
Song Yiyuan pulled Lin Qingqing and walked quickly to the door of Song's house.
He walked a while and saw Grandpa Song and the other three getting into the car. He turned to ask Lin Qingqing: "Qingqing, are you sure you can do it? If you can't do it, it may have adverse effects. ”
Song Yiyuan, who suddenly came back to his senses, became nervous about Lin Qingqing.
Lin Qingqing did not nod, and just said: "It shouldn't be a big problem."
"Okay."
He frowned slightly and walked faster. Two points.
This matter really cannot be taken lightly. He is the leader of the country. No matter how small the matter is, he must be treated with caution.
It's not that he doesn't believe in Qingqing. After all, Qingqing has not received professional and systematic medical training. The knowledge he learned before was all from the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the village, and he doesn't know the theoretical knowledge of Western medicine.
Those who can treat national leaders must be top-notch doctors from all walks of life.
He was afraid that Qingqing would be defeated once when she was only eighteen years old, and would lose confidence in the future.
No matter how powerful a genius is, it is nothing compared to an experienced Chinese doctor who has been there for decades.
Full of worries, he opened the passenger door and let Lin Qingqing get in the car before closing the door himself.
Mr. Tong's car was already driving this way. Song Yiyuan quickly started the car and followed it.
They are going to Kyoto First Hospital.
When national leaders see a doctor, a doctor from a hospital in Kyoto comes to see them at home. The president here also prescribes medicine. He is the leader’s attending physician.
Half an hour later.
Two military jeeps, one behind the other, stopped at the gate of Kyoto No. 1 Hospital.
Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing got out of the car and followed Grandpa Song and the three of them to the dean's office.
In the past two days, Squire had been suffering from a headache due to the bone spurs of the leader.
Currently, the only medicine that can treat bone spurs is traditional Chinese medicine patch combined with Western medicine analgesic tablets. A two-pronged approach can quickly relieve the pain of bone spurs.
However, there is an ingredient in Western painkillers called dioxygenase, which is the main component of painkillers.
This ingredient has a disadvantage. The glutinous rice in it is easy to corrode the gastric mucosa. It happens that the leader has gastric ulcer.
My stomach hurts as soon as I take painkillers. This method of tearing down one wall to make up for the other is not a long-term solution.
As soon as Grandpa Song and the three old marshals appeared in the hospital, they immediately caused a commotion.
There are few people in Kyoto who do not know these three national treasures. They have seen reports and photos of the three old marshals countless times in newspapers.
On weekdays, when the three of them travel, they are escorted by soldiers. Most people cannot get close and can only watch from a distance.
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Now that a real person is walking past at such a close distance, some people are panicked, and the brave ones shout hello.
"Hello, Marshal Song, hello Marshal Tong, hello Marshal Cai!"
The three old men stopped to face the greeting man, saluted a military salute, and raised their legs again Go forward.
One person said hello, and other people who stopped to watch shouted to the three of them.
Suddenly, the hall on the first floor of the hospital was filled with voices calling for the three old marshals.
Some more people joined the shouting team, and the shouting became louder and louder...
Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing followed side by side, feeling the people's support for the three old men. enthusiasm and support.
From the entrance to the stairs to the second floor, it is only a dozen meters away. The three of them, Grandpa Song, walked with their heads held high and in unison, with impressive momentum.
The three old men listened to the shouts in their ears, with solemn and majestic expressions on their faces.
When they reached the middle of the first staircase to the second floor, the three of them stopped, turned around, raised their hands in salute, and turned slightly to face the people in the hall, aisles, and stairs, from top to bottom. He bowed his eyes and saluted, then turned around and climbed up the steps.
The common people were even more excited by this scene, and their shouts became louder.
Lin Qingqing was also a little touched when she saw this scene.
This road is paved with so much blood every step of the way.
Song Yiyuan's eyes were already wet when he followed Grandpa Song and the three of them to salute.
Being recognized and supported by the people as a soldier is the greatest honor, and it is also the greatest reward when they risk their own lives and fight to the death.
A group of people went up to the second floor, and some people from downstairs followed. Mr. Tong’s security guard came forward and said to everyone: "The three old generals came to the hospital for business. I hope everyone can get their medicines normally. Don't disturb the order of medical treatment and other comrades' medical treatment. Thank you for your cooperation."
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the group came to the dean's office at the end of the corridor.
Mr. Tong knocked on the door several times.
"Come in." A hoarse and old male voice said inside the door.
When Mr. Tong opened the door, he saw the middle-aged and skinny Dean Shi standing at the window smoking.
Seeing that the three old marshals were coming, Dean Shi quickly put out his cigarette butts.He opened the windows fully, wiped the smell of cigarette smoke from his body, and walked over quickly.
"Why are you three here? Are you feeling unwell?"
He is about the same age as Grandpa Song, but their identities are here. He naturally used the honorific.
The three old men sat directly on Dean Shi's reception bench, and pointed to the seats next to Lin Qingqing and Song Yiyuan: "Sit down first and then talk."
Dean Shi was a little at a loss when he saw the three people coming over. A picture suddenly flashed through his mind... Could it be that he came to silence him because he saw the three people rolling around on the ground in formal clothes last night? ?
Seeing that everyone was seated, he walked to the table at the door to pour water, but was stopped by Mr. Cai.
"Stop it, we don't have time to drink tea."
Mr. Tong: "We are here because of the leader's medication."
Song Grandpa: "I have someone here who can seal the medicine for leaders so that their stomachs won't hurt after taking it."
Each of the three explained their purpose in one sentence.