Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day - Chapter 1253

   Chapter 1253

  Anyway, in the past few years, I have never found out when my son believed in Buddhism.

   followed all the way suspiciously. After arriving, he realized that the stinky boy had already made an appointment. No, he was introduced to the backyard by the little monk as soon as he arrived.

  ”Mo donor, the master is already waiting.”

   “Well, it’s troublesome.”

   “Don’t be polite.”

  After all, the sesame oil money donated by Young Master Mo this time is enough to cover the incense of the past year.

  Wealth can make ghosts worse, let alone a living person after all!

  Jiang Tingxu had been following to the backyard, but when he entered the yard, he couldn’t enter the meditation house, as if there was a wall blocking in front.

  In the Zen room.

  The bald monk was holding a chess piece in his hand, playing chess with himself, and hearing movement, the chess piece fell with a ‘pop’.

“coming?”

  The little monk who led the way has left.

   “Mohist kid, come in.”

  After all, it is also a young man who is not yet eighteen years old, and he always feels a little bit uncomfortable.

  If it weren’t for the classmates to mention it all of a sudden, I wouldn’t come here suddenly!

   Tang Tang, the little young master of the Mo family, the only heir of the Mo group, if it is passed out, it may be discussed outside.

  But, it’s all here, can’t you pucker and leave, right?

  Cough.

After    came in, he politely bowed to the master:

  ”Hello Master.”

  The great monk smiled and waved his hands:

  ”Sit down, look at the face of the little benefactor, how come they are trapped!

  Small donors are so young, the future can be expected, the past has passed, everything is only a few days, why keep entangled? “

“you know?”

  I have to say that, as the young master of the Mo group, he grew up and grew up under the red flag. He had never believed in feudal superstition or anything, but now he is a little uncertain.

  The great monk smiled clearly:

   “If the small donor can find the old monk, he must have had an idea long ago?”

  That’s for sure.

  For a time, his complexion became more formal:

  ”Master, I am willing to donate all the assets under my name to help people in need. Also, in the future, I will be a doctor who will treat illnesses for life and save people. If it is not enough, then use my life and just ask.”

   “Just want your family of three to be reunited again in the next life?”

   “Yes!”

  If possible, I really want to go back to the time when both the father and mother were still alive, and be a mother’s child again, so that she will not misunderstand her again, and will not be indifferent to her.

  Although there is not much memory left about my mother, after all, at that time, I was only three or four years old and couldn’t remember much.

  But I miss it all the time, even dreaming every night.

  A few years ago, I could still dream of my mother’s face. In recent years, I can’t even dream of my mother’s face anymore, but my miss is more and more intense, deepening into my bones and soul.

  The great monk turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and closed his eyes:

  ”All evils should not be done, all good will be followed; self-purification is all Buddhism.

  Having accumulated blessings for hundreds of years, it is protected by heaven.

  Little donor, go back, you will get what you want! “

“real?”

  ”Monk, don’t speak.”

  In the yard, Jiang Tingxu suddenly felt a familiar suction, and he didn’t even have time to look at his son for the last time, and his soul dissipated in an instant.

  At the same moment, in the hospital.

  Drip..Drip..Drip.The monitor buzzed.

   “Wake up! Wake up! The patient is awake!” The nurse who was in the ward shouted excitedly.

   Soon, a group of doctors in white coats huffed in. At the same time, there was a man with a beard and a little man who was asleep in his arms and was awakened.

  (End of this chapter)