Chapter 654 Grandpa, You Are Poisoned

Losing one corner, Luo Ziling could not occupy the two corners, so Ling Mingrui had no choice but to admit defeat in the middle game.

After losing the bet, Ling Mingrui looked at Luo Ziling with complicated eyes, and reminded him again: "The past is easy to break, you are familiar with ancient classics, don't you understand this truth? Life is not a game of chess. If you lose, you may not have a chance to come back. "

"Men, they always grow up amidst constant setbacks and tribulations. I hope I can grow up as soon as possible. As long as I don't die, I think, one day I will defeat them."

Ling Mingrui looked at Luo Ziling and laughed, "Your words are contradictory."

"Maybe I'm lucky, or maybe I'm lucky enough to have the last laugh." Luo Ziling also laughed, and didn't intend to say these words to Ling Mingrui again, "Grandpa, let's check your health for you. If you need treatment, I will I will treat you."

Ling Mingrui didn't say much, and walked out of the study first.

Seeing two men, one old and one young, come out of the study so quickly, Xie Enhua and Ling Ruonan, who were sitting in the living room talking quietly, stood up and looked at them suspiciously.

"Your son is good at chess, I lost in the middle game," Ling Mingrui said to Ling Ruonan expressionlessly, and then told Xie Enhua, "Get ready, let Ziling check us up."

Hearing Ling Mingrui's order, Xie Enhua heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately made preparations.

Ling Ruonan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Ziling checked Xie Enhua's body first. After the examination, Luo Ziling smiled and said to her: "Grandma, you are in good health and don't need any treatment. How about I prescribe a health-care medicine for you. You only need to take one dose of medicine every month. I guarantee that your skin will become clearer and clearer, your hair will become darker and darker, and your sleep quality will be better than before. I will give you another formula for maintenance. Arrangements as mentioned in the formula will do.”

"Really?" Xie Enhua was naturally surprised, "Ling'er, grandma believes in you and will take care of you according to your instructions."

"Grandma, I can assure you that in two years, you will definitely look younger than you are now." Luo Ziling smiled happily, "By then, you will definitely not believe that you will become younger than you are now."

"Good boy, no matter what, grandma will thank you first," Xie Enhua immediately ordered Ling Ruonan to prepare pen and ink for Luo Ziling, and asked him to write the prescription.

Seeing Luo Ziling's very neat handwriting, Xie Enhua was even more pleasantly surprised, and immediately made a request: "Ling'er, your great-grandfather asked for your handwriting.

You also help us leave the adverb? I had it framed and hung it in the living room. "

Seeing that Ling Mingrui did not object, Luo Ziling readily agreed.

When Ling Ruonan happily prepared pen and ink for him, Luo Ziling had already thought about what to write.

Under the watchful eyes of Ling Mingrui, Xie Enhua, and Ling Ruonan, Luo Zi wrote a masterpiece with a deep metaphor in his lines like a flying dragon and a phoenix dancing:

Hsinchu is higher than old bamboo branches,

It all depends on the support of the old cadres.

There will be new students next year,

Shizhang Longsun Raofeng Pond

This is the masterpiece of Zheng Xie, a famous painter and poet in the Qing Dynasty, also known as Zheng Banqiao. Its artistic conception is very simple and understandable. The deep meaning contained in the first two sentences of this poem is: No matter how good the younger generation is, it depends on the support and help of the older generation to achieve success. The last two sentences are almost like the waves of the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead, which means that the younger generations must be better than the older ones.

This poem, on the basis of respecting the elders, also expresses the lofty aspirations of the younger generation. It is indeed a good gift for the two old people.

After reading the content of this poem, Ling Ruonan was quite shocked.

Looking at Luo Ziling's chic font, Ling Ruonan couldn't help being very happy, and his proud expression was naturally revealed.

"Ling'er's handwriting is really good." Xie Enhua held up the rice paper fondly, and after looking left and right, he was full of praise: "Among such young people, there are people with such good handwriting as you, which is really rare. Although Nannan was often forced to practice calligraphy in the past, compared with your son, her handwriting is far behind."

Although Xie Enhua belittled her in front of so many people, Ling Ruonan didn't care at all, and said happily with a smile: "Mom, my handwriting is far behind Linger's."

"Old man, why don't you comment?" Xie Enhua asked Ling Mingrui with a smile: "You are also a person who often practices calligraphy, so why don't you say a few words?"

"The handwriting is not bad, the handwriting is like the person," Ling Mingrui commented a few words, and then told Xie Enhua: "You can get someone to frame it, and hang it in the room."

"Okay," Xie Enhua agreed, "Tomorrow, let someone find the best calligraphy and painting shop, have this calligraphy framed, and hang it in the house."

Seeing Ling Mingrui's evaluation like this, and saying something like a person, Ling Ruonan was even happier.

The words are good, and the words are like the person, which means that the person is also very good. What mother would not be happy after hearing others say that her son is very good?

Seeing the smile on Ling Ruonan's face, Ling Mingrui didn't say much, and ordered Luo Ziling to go into the room to check his body.

Luo Ziling naturally obeyed.

When Luo Ziling checked Ling Mingrui's body, Xie Enhua and Ling Ruonan also stood aside.

Luo Ziling checked very carefully, and no one disturbed him. After some examinations, Luo Ziling let go of his pulse-taking hand, then slowly exhaled, and said, "Grandpa, did you have a serious illness a few years ago?"

"Yes." Before Ling Mingrui could answer, Xie Enhua hurriedly said, "Three years ago, your grandfather fell ill due to overwork, but the specific cause of the disease was not found out. Afterwards, his body recovered, so that's all. Ling'er , is there any sequelae?"

"Grandpa must have been poisoned back then, a chronic poison, but the poison has not been completely cured," Luo Ziling said solemnly, and then asked Ling Mingrui, whose face changed a little: "Grandpa, do you occasionally have dizziness?" Symptoms of pain, bloating, and loose stools?"

"That's true," Ling Mingrui looked surprised, and couldn't help asking Luo Ziling, "You said I was poisoned, but what kind of poison was it?"

Luo Ziling replied seriously: "A kind of poison that decomposes when it enters the body, and its ingredients are difficult to find. It should be extracted from some plants that grow in the alpine regions of Tibetan areas. There is no systematic name for the time being. Anyone who knows this poison There are not many people, and there are very few people who take advantage of it. My grandfather and I have come into contact with two cases of such poisoning patients before. One of them went to the hospital for treatment because of excessive dosage. There was no symptomatic treatment and eventually died. Yes. The other case was saved because my grandfather and I rescued it in time. He had the symptoms just mentioned during the period when the symptoms were relieved. It was caused by vomiting out for a while, but the residual poison has not been completely discharged."

Luo Ziling's words made several other people in the room turn pale with shock.

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