Chapter 448 Alone
"From now on, I will use two bottles of this medicine each time and give it intravenously for two quarters of an hour. Give it once every twenty-one days."
In the mansion of Jin Wusuan, Li Ang handed a box of nab-paclitaxel to a middle-aged doctor, and said: "This medicine is toxic and may cause anemia, nausea, diarrhea, fatigue and other adverse reactions.
If the situation is serious, find someone to inform me immediately—if I am in Chang'an. "
The middle-aged doctor kept nodding, took out the medication instructions in the box, and read them carefully word by word.
Li Ang turned around and looked at Jin Wusuan on the recliner.
The former richest man in the Yu Kingdom, originally had a big shoulder and a round waist, but now he quickly lost weight like a punctured balloon, his face was pale, and his hair fell out. He had to wear a hat to cover it up.
Jin Wusuan reluctantly opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Doctor Li."
Li Ang waved his hand and didn't say much.
It took him a lot of effort to produce such a box of nab-paclitaxel, but whether it can cure or delay the disease is still unknown.
"This is a thief who can't distinguish between black and white."
Beside Jin Wusuan, a thirty-year-old beautiful woman with a child in her arms, wiped away her tears, gritted her teeth and said: "Da Lang has done so many good deeds and helped so many poor people, but God doesn't have eyes! "
"never mind."
Jin Wusuan waved his hand, signaling to his concubine not to talk too much, "Life is a matter of life and death, and I have enjoyed all the glory and wealth in my life, so it is not a loss."
"Dalang—"
The beautiful woman handed the child in her arms to the maid beside her, and she gently lay on Jin Wushuan's shoulder, crying, "I'm just so sad.
Some idlers in Chang'an City heard that you were ill, and they didn't miss you at all, and they were still discussing in teahouses.
Don't even think about it, if you don't mediate in the Chang'an Chamber of Commerce, you can get money out of the mouths of those big companies.
Those workshop workers, those farmers who sell grain and fruit, can they have a good life today?
These people don't even think about it, business is the greatest charity. "
Poof.
Hearing this overly familiar and flawed sentence, Li Ang almost froze.
He coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, and said goodbye.
As soon as he reached the living room, the butler of the Jin Mansion chased after him, holding an ancient scroll tied with a ribbon in his hand.
"Mr. Li Xiaolang stay behind!"
Manager Jin called Li Ang to stop him, and said with a flattering smile, "I'm sorry to bother you, this is a little thought, I hope you will accept it."
"What's this?"
Li Ang took the scroll and wanted to say that doctors should not receive extra gifts in addition to medical expenses, but when he opened the scroll, his eyes lit up immediately.
In the scroll is a piece of poetry, the handwriting is elegant and unrestrained, full of pride and emotion, like a kunpeng wanting to fly out of the paper.
On the left side of the scroll, there are many seals printed, obviously passed through the hands of many collectors.
"Li Taibai's "Solitary Pian"?"
"Exactly."
Jin Guanshi nodded and said: "A few years ago, I received it from the people. After several people's appraisal, it is confirmed that it is Li Taibai's own handwriting."
"This is too expensive."
Li Ang stared at the majestic running script on the scroll, unable to take his eyes away.
Li Taibai’s authentic calligraphy works are not handed down much, such well-preserved scrolls are even rarer, and they are often the deepest treasures of the dignitaries in the two capitals and the thousand-year-old family’s treasure house.
Even if you go to Chang'an ghost market to buy, there is a price but no market.
"It should be, Mr. Li Xiaolang, you have a lot of things to do every day, and you are willing to take time out of your busy schedule to take care of and heal my master. The whole family of my family is grateful. Please accept this gift."
Jin Guanshi's eyes are slightly red. When Jin Wusuan was still alive, the Jin Mansion was indeed a big ship as stable as Mount Tai, but now Jin Wusuan's body is getting weaker and weaker, and people in the mansion are also fluctuating.
The wives are calculating their property, the servants are calculating their way out, and outside there are wealthy businessmen and dignitaries waiting to eat meat, the pressure can be imagined.
Guard Jin wiped away his tears, and wiped them on his gray temples.
"How about this, I will not charge the follow-up medical expenses that I originally negotiated, and after I go back, I will send a sufficient amount of flying money to make up for the difference in this scroll."
Li Ang waved his hand, and before Manager Jin could refuse, he took the scroll and walked out of the Jin Mansion.
The streets are full of people, the sun is shining brightly,
Li Ang unfolded the scroll and admired it carefully.
Different from the sands of time or the psychic paper he got before, this scroll with "Solitary Chapter" written on it is indeed an ordinary poem, without aura fluctuations, and there is no hidden meaning of swordsmanship.
But Li Ang just likes it very much, especially a few of them.
"The majestic sword hangs on the wall, and the dragon roars from time to time. The rhinoceros and elephants are constantly embroidered, and the moss grows.
The national humiliation has not yet been snowed, so why become famous. Condor Mengze, regardless of the kite.
One blow for the king, Peng Tuan nine days. "
Li Ang read it over and over several times, but finally sighed leisurely, rolled up the scroll, put it in his arms, and walked away.
The streets of Chang'an were still bustling and lively. He walked into a restaurant at random, found a place to sit down, and ordered tea and a few small dishes.
It is now noon, and there are many customers in the restaurant, sitting in twos and threes, chatting about gossip.
In front of outsiders, the people of Chang'an like to chat about the important affairs of the court most, and they always like to pretend to be secretive and unpredictable.
At the table in front of Li Ang, someone was chatting about the future plan of the Yu State Railway, claiming that "there is an uncle who works under King Guang, who specializes in surveying and mapping the topography of various places and drawing the route map of the railway. The common people became demolition households one by one, and moved into the newly built mansion in the state capital with laughter and laughter."
At the table to Li Ang's left, someone was chatting about the secrets of the academy, and they swore that the head of the mountain, Lian Xuanxiao, suffered serious injuries during the Qixi incident last year, and is still recovering from his injuries. up.
Another person said that the head of the mountain should be pretending to be sick, so as to draw out the demon sect lurking in Yu country. This is a big game that needs to be played slowly.
How did you hear this.
Li Ang was a little dumbfounded, and shook his head silently. Ordinary people have no access to the inside story of the academy, so they will naturally think about everything in a complicated way, so as to match the image of the academy in their impression.
Sometimes Li Ang himself would become the subject of chatting and discussions among ordinary people in the market.
For example, "Mr. Li Xiaolang was personally judged by Xi Yangyu, the secretary of the school, and his spiritual talent was unqualified, but he was still able to make an exception. The water is very deep. Li Xiaolang's surname is Li, and Li Yu's clan is also surnamed Li. He was even able to violate the law of Yu and park the carriage in the inner garden of the Daming Palace. There is no need to say more about the implications of this."
There are still many rumors about Li Ang's life experience. If Li Ang had not had a complete childhood memory, he would really have doubted his life.
(end of this chapter)