Chapter 1302

Su Xiaoxiao and Shengyu looked at each other. The old man himself entered the password in front of the president's office.

The door opened automatically and he walked in with a crutch.

As soon as his eyes were closed, he walked up to the infirmary.

"Sheng..." Su Xiaoxiao was stunned. She bit her lower lip, turned to follow up the office and said, "Grandpa! Would you like water or coffee? "

"Tea, do you have it?" The old man's voice was dignified and sharp, and he sat down in the sofa chair.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Because he took a cough medicine, the old man didn't look so sick. With careful dressing, he still looked a little angry.

Su Xiaoxiao hurried to make tea for the old man, thinking, didn't this reputation deliberately make the old man angry?

Why are you running to the infirmary?

After a while, the door opened and Su smiled and turned his eyes. He saw that Sheng Yu came in with Gu Zhi, and his grandfather's whole face collapsed.

"Happy new year, old man." Gu Zhi is very polite. He wears simple and casual clothes today. He doesn't have a white coat. He is full of energy.

The old man frowned unhappily. He took back his eyes, leaned solemnly on crutches and sat upright in the sofa chair. He looked very unhappy.

"Grandpa, let Gu Zhi talk to you." Reputation looked at him, then turned his eyes and said gently, "smile, let's go out."

"Oh, good." Su Xiaoxiao, who was making tea, quickly put down her work.

After Shengyu and she left, the door closed automatically.

There are only two people left in the simple and gorgeous president's office: the old man and Gu Zhi.

Seeing the old man's black face, Gu Zhi turned and walked over to the tea set, mixed tea in the pot, poured boiling water in and shook it gently, took a bone china bowl and poured a cup of tea. Gu Zhi was thinking about something.

He walked towards the old man with a tea bowl in his hands, bowed and said, "please have tea."

The old man raised his eyes, looked at Gu Zhi unhappily and frowned.

His eyes were opposite, and Gu's eyes were gentle. At this time, the old man was like a angry child in his eyes.

But the old man's complexion was really not very good, especially his turbid eyes, as if they had exhausted their light.

"Please have tea, sir." Bowing, Gu Zhi stretched out his hand and tried to take the leading crutch in his hand.

The old man sighed, handed over his crutch, took the tea bowl and asked quietly, "Gu Zhi, I heard you are a miracle doctor. Can you see me so far away?"

Gu's face was gentle. "You're really calm."

Slightly stunned, the old man raised his eyes and stared at him seriously, "what did you say?"

"Only people who really understand their condition can be so calm." Gu Zhi stood beside him and looked at him, "can I take your pulse?"

"No." The old man's tone was firm and knew that he knew pulse.

Gu said, "I'm just judging my guess."

"..." the old man was puzzled, "explain the white point."

He was silent.

After blowing the tea in the bowl, the old man said in a stern voice

"You..." Gu Zhi stared at him, "are you in the advanced stage of lung cancer?" His voice was very quiet, but the sentence pattern of inquiry was in an affirmative tone.

The old man's heart is chilly!

He slowly turned his eyes, and his turbid eyes were full of unbelievable!

Only himself and his private doctor in the United States know this. How did he?

"You don't look good. It's not a good omen to have a reflection." Gu Zhi's eyes drooped and his voice was heavy, "I need to feel your pulse to determine what."

"What do you want to be sure of?" His heart trembled and his eyes focused on the gifted doctor in front of him.

"Make sure... How long you can live." Gu Zhi didn't look at him and said frankly.