Chapter 1397

The next morning, just after breakfast, Zhang Ye received a call from Yuan Yuan.

In fact, he doesn't need to eat anything now. He insists on the habit of eating and sleeping every day, which is just to keep him in the mentality of an ordinary person.

"Doctor Zhang, I'm sorry to disturb you so early. I'm really in a hurry." Yuan Yuan said with a smile, but his tone was still a little apologetic, even a little flattering.

"It's OK. I've already had breakfast." Zhang Ye laughed, understood Yuan Yuan's mind and said, "it's the matter of the old man."

"Hey, if it's convenient for Doctor Zhang now..." Yuan yuan did not say it directly.

"Come to the hotel and pick me up. I don't have a car in Beijing." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"Well, I'll be there in a minute." Yuan Yuan said happily and hung up.

Zhang Ye didn't wait in the room. After cleaning up, he went out of the door and went directly to the lobby of the hotel.

After a few minutes, a Bentley galloped up to Zhang Ye. Yuan Yuan got out of the car and said with a smile, "Doctor Zhang, are we going?"

"Well, don't delay the old man's business." Zhang Ye nodded and got into the car. Then he said to Yuan Yuan with a smile: "I didn't expect Yuan Shao to drive Bentley so low-key."

"Hey, isn't it just a walking tool? What about good cars? They all have four wheels running all over the ground." Yuan Yuan didn't care much about such things.

Zhang Ye also thinks that he is a car lover. Naturally, he likes to buy a better car. But if he doesn't care about this, he will also think that driving any car is the same.

Even at his level, his flying in the sky is dozens of times faster than the world's top super runners. Even if he flies around the earth's equator, it won't take much time, and the plane can't catch up with him, let alone the car.

"How is the old man now?" Zhang Ye looked at the scenery outside and asked casually.

"Not good." Yuan Yuan shook his head and said, "I can't get out of bed now. I'm not conscious. I'll be sober for a while, and I'll be fuzzy for a while. I can't take care of myself."

"Well, has he been ill before?" Zhang Ye asked again, although he has not seen the old man, he has already started to set up a plan in his heart.

"What else can we have? It's all old people's diseases, hypertension, arteriosclerosis and so on." Yuan Yuan said helplessly, thought about it and added: "the old man was injured in the war before. Although the shrapnel was taken out of his lung, he coughed all the year round and could not be cured."

"I see." Zhang Ye nodded and asked nothing more.

Yuan Yuan looked at him and said earnestly, "Doctor Zhang, you must help me cure the old man. In fact, I never care what the yuan family will be like in the future, but I'm the old man. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I don't want the old man to go like this. "

"Don't worry, Ohara. I'll try my best." Zhang Ye smiles. Although he already has some ideas in his heart, he still doesn't take everything into consideration. He is very modest.

"Haha, I knew Doctor Zhang would be able to do it." When Yuan Yuan heard Zhang ye say this, his whole body relaxed, as if he believed that as long as Zhang Ye went to see the old man, he would get rid of his illness. "Doctor Zhang, in fact, I know."

"Well? What? " Zhang Ye doubts a way.

"You are not an ordinary person. Ah Zheng told me that you are a cultivator and have great ability to communicate with heaven." Yuan Yuandao.

"Ah Zheng, what's the matter with him recently?" Zhang Ye also thought of this dead and naughty apprentice who worshipped himself as a teacher.

"What else can he do? That's all. Last year, his wife gave birth to a son, which made him very happy. Now, even the patients don't see much. She works as a father at home all day." Yuan Yuan said with a smile.

"That's really good. Seeing him and Mengmeng get such a result, I didn't work in vain." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

They chatted all the way, and soon arrived at the area of a small red mansion. There were two sentry soldiers at the door. The standard of standing posture was absolutely not ordinary soldiers, absolutely elite.

When the soldier saw that it was Yuan Yuan Yuan driving over, he said with a smile:

"Yuan Shao, you are back."

"Well, you're on duty today." Yuan Yuan nodded and said to the soldiers casually, obviously very familiar.

"Yes, yes, I came back from my leave a few days ago, and I'm on duty on my first day today. Who is this?" The soldier looked at Zhang Ye and asked suspiciously.

"This is my friend. Take him to see the old man." Yuan Yuan explained.

"Oh, is the old man getting better recently?" The soldier looked at Zhang Ye warily. He didn't find anything wrong. Then he waved his hand and asked his colleagues to raise the bar.

"OK, let's talk. I'll go first." Yuan Yuan said goodbye to the soldiers with a smile, then stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into the compound.

The area here is not big. There are only seven or eight small Red Mansions in total. But the owners of each small Red Mansions can no longer be described as rich or expensive. Their existence is the most important tool of the country and the witness of that terrible catastrophe.The old man of the yuan family lived in the No. 6 building, and his status was not low. When Zhang Ye got out of the car and followed Yuan Yuan Yuan into the little red mansion, he found that he seemed to have entered a general's home in the 1950s.

There are many old paintings on the wall, but they have been carefully mounted. Most of them are pictures of great men, and some of them are taken with his old comrades in arms.

Although Mr. Yuan in the photo has the feeling of being honest and quite old, he is still as fierce as he used to be. Rao Shizhang ye can still feel it clearly through the photo.

But it is precisely such people who are needed to defeat the enemy in that catastrophe and live to the present age of nearly 100 years old.

Such a person, although only ordinary people, but still let Zhang Ye feel admiration.

"Those are the old man's treasures, even my favorite grandson can't move." Yuan Yuan saw Zhang Ye seriously browsing the paintings and photos on the wall and said with a smile.

"Normal, this is the witness of the old man's whole life. It must be treasured as a treasure."

As Zhang Ye followed Yuan Yuan upstairs, he said with a smile that they soon came to the second floor, but before the old man's room, he was first attracted by a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

To be more precise, he was a bit shocked.

The words on this calligraphy and painting are very common. Although they have basic skills, they can only be said to be ordinary. However, the words on them are different. They are magnificent and magnificent. They are really silver and iron paintings. Their strong heroism and grandeur are incisively and vividly expressed through these few lines.

"Qinyuan Chunxue, is this the true work of a great man?"

Zhang Ye looked at yuan yuan in shock.