Since the beginning of summer, Zhang Wenhai has rarely come to Xiangwen Club. He Xiangdong originally thought that the old man was sorting out lost jokes, but later he found out that something was wrong with his body.

He Xiangdong also asked, but Zhang Wenhai always said it was just a minor problem, so that He Xiangdong would not have to worry, just raise him.

He Xiangdong didn't understand medical affairs, so he let the old man rest for more time. When he gets older, he will be less physically ill, and it is normal for some problems.

But who knew that not long after the beginning of autumn, Zhang Wenhai really fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. Just yesterday's incident, Zhang Wenhai asked He Xiangdong to focus on the Spring Festival Gala.

How could He Xiangdong sit there? As soon as the program preparation meeting for the Spring Festival Gala started, after the performance of Xiangwenshe in the evening, he went to see Mr. Zhang the next day.

Although Mr. Zhang is sick, Xiang Wenshe’s performance cannot be stopped. The artistic ethics that crosstalk artists pay attention to is that the opera is greater than the sky, and he promised that the audience’s performance must be completed no matter what.

Also, Mr. Zhang was not ill to that extent, just like Fang Wenqi back then. Fang Wenqi was in poor health back then and was often hospitalized, so He Xiangdong didn't have much time to go back to see him.

Some people may say that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, but after all, if you do this, you have to follow the rules of this industry. The drama is bigger than the sky, and this is not just a joke.

Besides, as long as He Xiangdong has more time, he will still go back to see his master.

...

The next day, He Xiangdong took Tian Jiani and Xiaowu to see Mr. Zhang together. Although Xiaowu is a naughty guy, he and Mr. Zhang are really good.

Xiao Wu, a gangster, dared to solve any tiger beard, and even He Xiangdong was no exception, but Mr. Zhang did not dare. He was very close to Mr. Zhang, just like his grandson, so He Xiangdong specially brought the kid with him.

When he went to see a patient, he couldn't go empty-handed. He Xiangdong bought a lot of things for Mr. Zhang, mostly fruits, some snacks, and no other nutritional supplements. Because Mr. Zhang never ate these things, he believed in food supplements more, so Tian Jiani also made a cantonese chicken with a cantonese recipe.

So now, in addition to holding a huge fruit basket, Xiao Wu also has a thermos pot in his backpack behind him.

The fruit basket is quite tall, Xiaowu is still a child of thirteen or fourteen. The fruit basket is almost able to cover his face, and he is a little staggering when walking.

When people in the hospital saw this scene, they couldn't help but mutter, and couldn't bear to look at it. They felt sorry for Xiaowu, the child.

He Xiangdong himself was unaware of it. He was wearing a cap, wearing sunglasses, and walking slowly with his hands on his back. He didn't care whether Xiaowu was tired or not. According to He Xiangdong's original words, this is called "the ability is hard, who makes him naughty?"

In a blink of an eye, he went upstairs and arrived at the hospital area. When he arrived at the door of Zhang Wenhai's bed, He Xiangdong took the flower basket from Xiaowu and put it in his hand. This action also caused Xiaowu to roll his eyes.

He Xiangdong's face was not red at all. He took off his hat and sunglasses and threw it to Xiao Wu, and then he went in with the fruit basket.

Mr. Zhang was on the hospital bed at the door, and He Xiangdong went in and shouted: "Mr. Zhang, I'll see you."

Mr. Zhang was lying on the bed, in a good spirit, but his appearance seemed very weak, his eyes were not as good as before, and he was a little weak in his speech: "Ah, you are here, you are asking you not to come, why are you not obedient?"

Mr. Zhang's daughter stood beside Mr. Zhang's bed, and his daughter has been taking care of the old man in the hospital.

He Xiangdong handed the fruit basket to Mr. Zhang's daughter, walked to Mr. Zhang's bed, grabbed Mr. Zhang's hand, and said, "I can't come. You are lying down like this, how can I rest assured?"

He Xiangdong came today. Other actors in the garden, including Fan Wenquan, Xue Guo and others came yesterday. He Xiangdong went to CCTV for a meeting yesterday, so it was one day late.

He Xiangdong said to Mr. Zhang: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to eat some fruit first?"

Mr. Zhang hurriedly said in a low voice: "Farewell, all those who have come to see me these two days have brought fruits, and I'm almost vomiting."

He Xiangdong raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha, I knew they couldn't send any flower heads. I brought good things. Come on, Xiaowu, come here."

Xiaowu ran over with a backpack on his backpack.

Mr. Zhang was quite happy to see Xiaowu, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "Xiaowu is here."

Xiaowu nodded quickly: "Master Zhang, I'm here to see you. I'll tell you, my master..."

"Go and go..." He Xiangdong took off Xiao Wu's backpack and quickly drove Xiao Wu aside. Xiao Wu was in sorrow and anger, and Tian Jiani covered her mouth and laughed.

He Xiangdong took out the thermos pot and opened the lid. The soup was still hot, and the tempting fragrance floated out at that time.

Zhang Wenhai sniffed a deep breath, showing an intoxicated look, and saliva was quickly secreted.

"It smells so good." Mr. Zhang's eyes lit up.

There were several people in the ward, and these people were all attracted by the smell.

An old man took a deep breath and sighed, "Well, it smells so good, Lao Zhang, you are so lucky. The people below are so kind to you. This is... this is your son, right?"

He Xiangdong turned his head and sprayed: "Go, you are still helping others take advantage."

This time, the old man finally saw He Xiangdong's appearance clearly. He screamed in shock: "Oh, He Xiangdong..."

He shouted, and everyone else in the ward also saw that He Xiangdong's reputation in Beijing was not built. After all, Xiang Wenshe's base camp is in Beijing. Besides, the Wanxiang Guichun in Beijing is still broadcast every week.

He Xiangdong was suddenly helpless, but Zhang Wenhai, the unethical old man, burst into laughter.

He Xiangdong quickly responded to the other party's words. The ward was full of old men. He was old and talked a lot, but he was not as fanatical as young people.

They kept talking, and He Xiangdong was also responding casually and making soup for Zhang Wenhai. The best croaker in the South China Sea yellow croaker is the best croaker, the best. The old hen has been raised for more than three years. He Xiangdong specially bought it by farmers in Daxing.

Stewed chicken with vegetarian gum is the most nourishing, not hot or dry, and is warm and tonic. It is suitable for a wide range of people, especially patients.

Zhang Wenhai couldn't drink this alone, so he asked He Xiangdong to pour some of the other elderly people in the hospital bed. The group of people benefited from it and kept praising Tian Jiani for her good skills, which made Tian Jiani a little embarrassed.

The old man in front who spoke to He Xiangdong also drank a small bowl. He smacked the smell in his mouth and his face was glowing.

This old man doesn't seem to have any major health problems. He may be staying in the hospital and resting. He Xiangdong estimated that he might be a retired employee of a certain unit.

The old man returned the bowl, wiped his mouth and said, "Ah, it's so satisfying, Xiao He, you are really good."

The old man is quite good at being familiar with others, so Xiao He called him.

He Xiangdong just lowered his head and smiled.

The old man continued, "Old Zhang is blessed. Yesterday, many people came to see him. We old people are just looking for something, just looking for a lively atmosphere. Those who are not dead are nothing to us. People are going to die, and they are not old monsters."

"It is normal to get sick. People who eat grains and grains will not get sick. Lao Zhang is also sick, but modern medical technology is good and can always be cured well. It is not as superstitious as before. He even eats human flesh to cure diseases. Didn't Lu Xun even write about human blood steamed buns..."

The old man was talking, and He Xiangdong was also listening with a smile...
Chapter completed!