Chapter 560 [560] Perhaps this is the difference between people?
Yangcheng First People's Hospital.
"How is Mr. Zhao recovering?"
Doctor Han walked to the front of the ward and looked at the nurse standing outside the door.
The nurse smiled awkwardly, "You...you should go in and take a look yourself."
When Doctor Han saw her expression, he became curious and immediately pushed the door open.
Then, he saw a scene that left him stunned.
At this time, Mr. Zhao was shirtless, lying on the ground doing push-ups.
A young nurse next to him was still counting for him, "One hundred and twenty-one, one hundred and twenty-two, one hundred and twenty-three..."
Doctor Han walked over quickly and said, "Mr. Zhao, this is not okay. Your body hasn't recovered yet, how can you do such strenuous exercise?"
Mr. Zhao pushed himself hard on the ground, and his whole body bounced up with a whoosh.
"I've already done more than 120 push-ups without blushing or getting nervous. How can you say I haven't recovered? If you have the guts, get down on the ground and do it for me. I want to see how many you can do."
When Doctor Han heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I can't do that many. I'll be exhausted after doing at most twenty."
Mr. Zhao curled his lips and said, "That's it. I feel like I'm in great shape now. I feel like I'm ten years younger and I have endless energy."
Doctor Han looked at him in confusion, "How is this possible? When you were sent to the hospital yesterday, you were still very weak. How could you recover so quickly? And your physical condition is still so good?"
Mr. Zhao flexed his muscles and said, "Then you'll have to ask my godson."
Doctor Han was confused. "Who is your godson?"
Mr. Zhao smiled proudly, "Of course it's Ye Feng."
Doctor Han opened his mouth and asked, "When did he become your godson?"
Old Master Zhao sniffed, "No matter if he agrees or not, I have decided that he is my godson. By the way, didn't you want to worship my godson as your master yesterday? Then how should we discuss our generation relationship? You are my godson's apprentice, so shouldn't you call me grandpa?"
Doctor Han's cheeks twitched. "Are you kidding? You're only a few years older than me, and you still want to be my grandfather?"
Old Master Zhao laughed and said, "I'm doing this for your own good. If you call me grandpa, I'll ask my godson to accept you as his disciple."
Doctor Han was immediately excited, and he was drooling over Ye Feng's acupuncture skills.
But he is, after all, a highly respected miracle doctor in the medical field, and he really can't bring himself to call him "Grandpa".
"Forget it. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever."
Mr. Zhao stopped joking with him and turned around to pack up his things.
"What are you packing for?"
Upon seeing this, Dr. Han asked curiously.
"Pack your things. Of course you're leaving the hospital."
Mr. Zhao replied casually without even turning his head.
"Discharged? Who agreed to your discharge?"
Doctor Han hurried forward to stop him.
"I'm already well again, why can't I be discharged from the hospital?"
Mr. Zhao was a little unhappy.
"But……"
Doctor Han was suddenly speechless.
He had never seen such a strange case.
When he was brought in yesterday, he looked like he was on the verge of death.
I started to jump around today.
He always felt a little uneasy.
"How about this, I'll call Doctor Ye first and ask for his opinion." After saying that, he suddenly remembered that he didn't have Ye Feng's phone number.
He quickly looked at Mr. Zhao, "Do you have his phone number?"
Mr. Zhao shook his head and said, "No."
"Isn't he your godson? How come you don't have his phone number?"
"I don't even have the phone number of my own son, let alone my godson."
"I……"
Doctor Han was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Mr. Zhao packed up his things and walked out.
When he was almost at the door, he turned back and added, "But I heard that they are having dinner in Zhennanjiang tonight. You can go and look for them."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Doctor Han had no choice but to let him leave temporarily while he rushed to Zhennanjiang.
……
Xia Qiu followed Ye Feng into the box.
She thought it was just an ordinary party.
But she soon realized that she was too naive.
At this time, there were already more than a dozen people sitting in the box.
Judging from their clothes and conversation, these people are either rich or noble.
Seeing Zhao Fulin coming in, these people stood up to greet him.
Zhao Fulin put his hand on Ye Feng's shoulder and turned to look at everyone, "Let me introduce you to everyone. This is my brother Ye Feng. He is the person closest to me besides our old man. You should all help take care of him in the future."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Old Zhao, don't worry. Your brother is my brother. If you need me in the future, just ask."
"That's right. Everyone who can come here tonight is family. Don't be so polite."
"Who in Yangcheng doesn't know Ye Feng's name? Do we still need to take care of him? Isn't it more like he takes care of us?"
"We are all brothers, so we should take care of each other in the future!"
Zhao Fulin then took Ye Feng aside and introduced them to him one by one.
"This is Yao Qiwei from the Yao family in Yangcheng..."
"This is Shang Xinghua, the prince of Xinmao Group..."
"This is Du Zhengxiang, the prince of Sanyuan Communications..."
Every time he introduced someone, Xia Qiu became more surprised.
She had heard of all these families and companies. Without exception, they were all the most powerful and aristocratic families in Guangzhou.
Big stars like them, who seem to be glamorous to ordinary people, are not even worth mentioning in the eyes of these people.
This group of second-generation rich kids usually look unruly outside, but they are very respectful when facing Zhao Fulin and Ye Feng.
There is even a hint of currying favor.
Xia Qiu was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
She never expected that Ye Feng would be so successful in Yangcheng.
The social circles are also top-level circles.
Maybe this is the difference between people?
(End of this chapter)