mtl008 Chapter 167 The Sanctioned Old Man
Chapter 167 The Sanctioned Old Man
Fu Xueji didn't understand why his expression suddenly changed at first, but after tasting the little orange, he understood.
No wonder grandpa wanted to take all the little oranges into his own hands.
If it were someone else, they would probably have the same idea as him.
Fu Xueji silently hugged his basket tightly and looked at his grandfather warily.
His worries were not unnecessary, as the old man indeed glanced at him several times in the following time.
But in the end, somehow he suddenly felt guilty and let him go.
Taking advantage of this time, Fu Xueji took his little orange back to the room.
After returning, he sent a message to Fu Sihuai, telling him what had just happened.
He couldn't stand up to his unreasonable grandfather, but his father always had a way.
At this time, the old man downstairs didn't know that he was about to face sanctions, and was happily eating a basket of oranges.
My dear granddaughter is such a treasure. The oranges she grows are so delicious!
Thinking of the bananas, oranges and grapes in his orchard, he began to look forward to it.
He was full of energy and didn't even take a nap. Instead, he sat on the sofa and showed off Little Orange.
Until the bodyguard suddenly came in from outside and said something that sounded like bad news to him.
"Old man, your doctor is here and is standing at the door."
Mr. Fu suddenly stopped.
He glanced at the orange peels piled up like a small hill beside him and his hands stained yellow, and his expression changed again and again.
It’s over.
When he was young, the old man was fearless, but as he got older, his health deteriorated and he developed various diseases.
The doctor is a diligent doctor and comes every other week to see if he has any physical discomfort.
But precisely because he was so conscientious, once he found out that he didn't follow the doctor's advice, he would get so angry that he would really curse him, and the curses were very harsh.
At first, Mr. Fu didn't realize how serious his condition was. When he was trying to quit smoking, he couldn't help it and secretly hid away to smoke. When the doctor found out, he scolded him like a primary school student.
Before, Qingqing gave him a small cake, but he was afraid of being scolded, so he didn't dare to eat more than a bite.
This is enough to show how great this doctor is.
Now, the old man stood up hurriedly and hid here and there with the half-eaten orange in his hand.
After hiding them, he hurriedly cleaned up the orange peels.
After finally cleaning up, he thought he had done it perfectly.
But the strong smell of orange in the room betrayed him immediately.
The bodyguard came in with the doctor.
He looked like he had just come out of the hospital. He hadn't taken off his white coat yet and was holding a box in his hand, which felt cold.
After entering the room, he smelled the strong smell of oranges and frowned.
The doctor doesn't like to smile and always has a cold face. He is 1.9 meters tall and looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.
He didn't put his food down before asking, "Have you eaten oranges? How many did you eat?"
Mr. Fu's eyebrows twitched and he stretched out two fingers.
"both."
The doctor stopped and glanced at him indifferently. His gaze paused when passing over his yellow fingers, his face expressionless.
"to be honest."
Mr. Fu was a little embarrassed: "...I can't count them all."
The doctor looked at him in silence for a long time.
The two looked at each other speechlessly.
After a pause, he took out a blood sampler from his box and used it to measure Mr. Fu's blood sugar.
After drawing some blood, he stared at the display on the instrument for a few seconds.
"When did you eat?"
"I just finished my meal and sat here for more than ten minutes."
The doctor frowned, his tone a little surprised, "The blood sugar is normal."
He put away the equipment, closed his box, and turned his head to ask Mr. Fu, "What kind of orange did you eat? Is it high in sugar?"
"It's quite high, right? Because it tastes very sweet."
The doctor stretched out his hand and said naturally, "Give me one, let me take a look."
Giving away your favorite little orange to someone else is as painful as cutting off your flesh.
But this is my own doctor, I can’t refuse.
Mr. Fu walked over, found the small oranges he had just hidden, and gave one to him at random.
The cool little orange fell into the doctor's hands, and he pinched it and looked at it.
This is indeed the same as an ordinary small orange. There is no difference from the outside, it just looks a little better.
But he had been eating for more than ten minutes, so his blood sugar should not have changed.
Puzzled, he decided to try it himself.
Watching him calmly peel the orange and put it in his mouth, the old man felt very distressed.
After chewing it twice, the doctor's expression changed.
He looked at the orange peel in his hand with great complexity. His face was still cold, but seemed a lot softer than before.
Seeing him speak, Mr. Fu thought he was going to tell him something convenient about his condition.
But who knows what the question is, "The oranges are delicious, where did you buy them?"
Mr. Fu was stunned for a moment, then replied proudly, "You can't buy it outside. This is a gift from my granddaughter."
His face is full of boasting and complacency, which makes people want to beat him up.
The doctor glanced at him and stabbed him in the heart mercilessly, "Is she your granddaughter?"
The old man didn't like to hear this.
However, he discovered something even stranger. "How do you know it was given by Qing girl? Do you know her?"
The doctor nodded nonchalantly, his voice faint, "It's a one-sided acquaintance."
The old man didn't understand, so he asked him again.
"How do you know Qing girl? Aren't you in the hospital every day? My Qing girl hasn't been to the hospital these days."
He was so determined to get to the bottom of things that he gave the doctor a headache.
Unable to bear it any longer, he said, "Does your granddaughter have a master?"
Mr. Fu was stunned for a moment, then thought of the 'flower grower' and nodded with an unnatural expression.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
He originally thought that this flower grower was just an ordinary one, but when the other person came, he was slapped in the face. That was a very unpleasant feeling.
The doctor noticed his unhappy expression and spoke in a more relaxed tone.
In a calm voice, he uttered something that was enough to break the old man's defense.
"We both have the same master."
"?"
The old man was really dumbfounded when he heard this.
He was stunned for two seconds, then reacted in disbelief, "So, you're still Qing girl's senior brother?"
The doctor nodded. He was in a very good mood at the moment and even pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a barely noticeable smile.
"Yes."