Chapter 659: Treatment Match Dilemma

Chapter 659 Healing Competition Dilemma

Outside the examination room, Murong Qiao had just accepted the key Huo Yichen handed to him, and before he could ask any more questions, he saw the door in front of him being pushed open from the inside.

The people walking in front were Murong Zheng, who was holding the report with one hand in his pocket with a cold face, and Tang Huai, who followed behind.

"Second brother." Murong Qiao got up immediately.

Tang Huai had finished the inspection at this time. When he came out, he saw Murong Qiao, and realized a problem belatedly.

His leg injury happened a long time ago, how could Murong Qiao know?

Murong Zheng responded lightly, "The result is barely readable."

Murong Qiao knew his second brother's ability. Seeing what he said, he knew that it was probably not at the worst point, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was afternoon after the game, even in the hospital at this time, there was quite a lot of noise in the corridor.

Murong Zheng casually put away the report, "Come to my office and talk about it."

Murong Qiao dragged Huo Yichen to follow, as a patient, Tang Huai naturally didn't want to leave by himself at this time.

After everyone arrived at Murong Zheng's office, the door seemed much cleaner once the door was closed.

Being watched by his younger sister, Murong Zheng didn't intend to whet his appetite.

"It can be cured for one year." His words were concise.

Tang Huai was the first to say, "No."

He is going to prepare for the extreme mountain after this competition. How can he spend a year for treatment?

"When you become disabled, you will only have a hard mouth." Murong Zheng sneered.

Tang Huai frowned, "I know my illness in my heart."

"You are a doctor and I am a doctor?"

"Brother—" Murong Qiao originally wanted to call someone.

As soon as I spoke, I saw Murong Zheng and Tang Huai both stopped talking, and immediately looked in her direction in unison.

Murong Zheng pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "If you still come to practice driving, the treatment time will only get longer and longer."

It was my sister who was here, and Murong Zheng didn't say anything too harsh.

"..." Tang Huai was silent.

Murong Qiao frowned, even though he wanted to persuade Tang Huai something in his heart, he didn't know how to say it for a while.

After all, strictly speaking, the two of them haven't spent much time together now, and she is not sure that she will be able to persuade Tang Huai to receive treatment.

"I know this in my own mind."

Finally, Tang Huai threw down a sentence, turned around and opened the door to leave.

"It looks like he's here for the first time?" Huo Yichen, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke out.

Murong Zheng still looked at his brother-in-law a little bit, but he also answered this question.

He put this report aside, "Today should be the third time."

Then, in Murong Zheng's description, Murong Qiao also briefly learned something about Tang Huai's injury.

Tang Huai's calf injury was accidental while playing racing. The first time it was an injury for treatment, the second time it was a relapse in a game, and this time it was pulled over by Murong Qiao.

"If he doesn't drive a racing car, this injury can be said to be insignificant." Murong Zheng pointed out.

But the key point is that Tang Huai wants to drive a racing car, and it's the kind of life-threatening one.

While listening to this, Murong Qiao understood in her heart that getting Tang Huai to receive treatment might not be an easy task.

Tang Huai's sudden departure canceled the dinner celebration that was originally planned.

Murong Qiao simply changed the itinerary, and directly pulled Huo Yichen to tidy up his original residence and prepare to move.

Fortunately, the weather is a face-saving one. It is sunny and cloudless, and the temperature is not too high. Walking on the road with a breeze blowing on your face makes you feel comfortable.

With a little bit of hazy blue, scattered behind the clouds, with the sunlight shining into the eyes, people can't help but relax.

Thanks to such fine weather, Nan Hao, who works in the firm, was given an hour's leave early by Xue Jingyi today.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he came home early, he would also meet his elder brother Nanxuan who was already busy cooking in the kitchen.

"...Brother?" Seeing that Nan Xuan was at home, Nan Hao hesitated for a moment when he pushed the door open.

"Yeah." Nanxuan responded flatly, "I'm going to have dinner when I get back."

During this period of time, Nan Jin has been working outside and seldom returns home, so now Nan Xuan and Nan Hao are at home for meals.

In fact, it is not quite accurate to say this.

Nan Hao put his schoolbag on the sofa, and taking advantage of the angle where Nan Xuan turned his back to him, he couldn't help but look around, feeling a little weird in his heart.

Usually, he and his elder brother would settle the dinner separately. On the contrary, in the past few days, Nanxuan came back very early, which made Nanhao clearly aware that something had changed.

The voices in the kitchen continued, and the sound of frying with a spatula faintly reached Nan Hao's ears.

Nanxuan walked out of the kitchen with the cooked dishes and put them on the table. Seeing Nan Hao sitting on the sofa in a daze, he frowned.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

Nan Hao shook his head after regaining consciousness, "It's nothing."

"How is the office doing recently? Do you need my help with the internship?" Nanxuan asked again.

In this family, Nanxuan, as the eldest brother, had already played the role of the patriarch a long time ago.

Now that the last younger brother has also left college life and transferred to social work, Nanxuan can't help but feel a little more sad.

"Seniors, they are very kind to me."

Nan Hao told the truth, "I can become a regular employee as soon as the internship is over."

"Yeah." Knowing that his younger brother was fine, Nan Xuan didn't say any more.

But he didn't make a sound, it doesn't mean that Nan Hao won't take the initiative to ask.

The brothers have grown up together since they were young. Whoever thinks and has habits has long been clear.

These days Nanxuan was strange, Nanhao could see it, and when it was time to eat, Nanxuan sat down silently, Nanhao finally couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, how is your work lately?" He asked a little cautiously.

Regarding Nanxuan's situation, Nan Hao has never taken the initiative to understand, but recently something is really wrong.

Nanxuan didn't see anything wrong on his face, "It's pretty good."

To his younger brother, Nanxuan didn't mention anything about being cut off for promotion.

Since Yu Liang came over by air in the past two days, the leader's original importance to Nanxuan has been divided by more than half.

It is impossible to say that you are not angry.

Anyone who sees the duck that is about to reach his mouth flies away like this, and falls into the hands of others to enjoy it as a fruit, feels very angry.

But Nanxuan is no longer the young master of the Nan family who can do whatever he wants.

"Don't worry about me, just tell me if you have any difficulties." Nan Xuan lowered his eyes and took a sip of the soup, unable to tell what it was like.

After being said in this way, Nan Hao held back even if he wanted to ask a question.

The dinner table became the home of silence again, the two of them cleaned up the dishes after eating, and went back to their rooms to rest.

It's just that Nan Hao's words left traces in Nan Xuan's heart. After returning to his room, he couldn't help but open his eyes and think about his recent treatment in the company.

Perhaps out of compensation for Nanxuan, the leader arranged many projects for him after his promotion was hopeless.

Relying on Nanxuan's outstanding ability, one project after another made him earn a lot of money, but the leader didn't even mention the promotion.

But in the company, gossip among colleagues has never stopped.