Li Tang walked up to Oppenheimer and talked to him.

The four of them in their dormitory all speak very well, and with Song Yuya, a top student, I take one day every week as an English day in the dormitory, and only English is allowed to speak on this day.

Now that they are in the United States, the context is better. The play these days have made them more adaptable and speak more skillfully.

Jiang Xiaowan glanced at Li Tang and glanced at Fang Han: "Did you see Annie's scandal?"

Fang Han nodded.

Jiang Xiaowan snorted: "Can you bear it?"

"So what to do?" Fang Han shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Jiang Xiaowan said: "If you want me to tell me, let's break up!"

Fang Han looked up at her: "Sister Xiaowan, they all persuaded people not to separate."

"Annie Cole is not suitable for you." Jiang Xiaowan shook his head and said, "You, a macho man, can't stand such things. It's okay once or twice. If you have too many, you will definitely burst out. While the relationship has not broken down, you can still leave beautiful memories."

Fang Han shook his head.

Jiang Xiaowan said angrily: "Can I still harm you? Annie is an independent person and will not give up acting just because of you. You two..."

Fang Han smiled and said, "Isn't Li Tang the same?"

"Of course it's different!" Jiang Xiaowan waved his hand: "It's not comparable at all. With Hairong's Tianyu support, Li Tang doesn't need to pay attention to those chores at all."

Fang Han said: "Annie's methods are also very powerful."

Jiang Xiaowan shook her head, closed her mouth and looked at Li Tang who was walking towards her. Oppenheimer turned and left.

Li Tang came to the front: "Oppenheimer's youngest son had a tumor in his brain, which was brain cancer. I'll let him bring his son to you."

Fang Han raised his eyebrows: "Oppenheimer's youngest son is only ten years old, right?"

"Well, ten years old." Li Tang nodded: "What a pity!"

"Fang Han, are you okay?" Jiang Xiaowan said.

Fang Han nodded: "It should be solved."

"Now the world is getting cancer more and more. It's getting younger and younger."

"Maybe it's the climate."

“It may also be that the pressure is too high.”

The girls started to talk, and Fang Han picked up the book and continued reading.

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Oppenheimer brought a little boy over, a little thin, with big round eyes full of aura, and looked at the lake excitedly.

The little boy broke away from Oppenheimer's hand, lay on the railing by the lake and looked at the white geese on the lake, screaming excitedly, and a group of white geese were still leisurely and undisturbed.

"Come here!" Oppenheimer came to Fang Han and waved: "Come here quickly, Hainlein!"

The little boy came over reluctantly and looked at Fang Han curiously.

"Mr. Fang, this is my youngest son Hainlein!" Oppenheimer looked at Fang Han eagerly.

Fang Han put down the book and reached out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Haiinlein."

Hainlein immediately stretched out his hand seriously and shook with him: "Hello, Mr. Fang."

Fang Han's internal force flowed, and instantly flowed across Haiinlein's body. He nodded: "Oppenheimer, you gave him too many nutritional supplements, right?"

Oppenheimer said: "Haihenlein was weak and malnourished at birth."

"Take all those things!" Fang Han said angrily: "It's such a fool!...Don't worry, he's fine!"

He turned his head and smiled: "Mr. Hainlein likes the beauty very much. What kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

"I want to be a painter!" Haiyinlein said excitedly: "Mr. Fang, dad said you are a very powerful painter!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Your father is right."

"Then can you teach me?" Hainlein looked at him with his head tilted.

"Hainlein!" Oppenheimer hurriedly shouted.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Do you want to learn painting?"

Hainlein said seriously: "Yes, can you teach me?"

Fang Han waved his hand and interrupted Oppenheimer's words. He smiled and said, "Okay, but I can only teach you for one month. How much you can learn depends on your own skills."

"Okay!" Haiinlein nodded seriously.

"Mr. Fang..." Oppenheimer glared at Hainlein helplessly and smiled bitterly at Fang Han: "Don't listen to the little guy talking nonsense..."

Fang Han smiled and said, "This is my agreement with Mr. Hainlein. It's not your business. Oppenheimer, please do yours first, and he will leave it to me."

Oppenheimer hesitated for a moment, nodded and told Hainlein not to be naughty and left.

Li Tang and the other four were very pity for Hai Yinlein. Such a clever child had cancer at a young age. It was so pitiful.

Haiyin regarded himself as an adult, chatted with them seriously, and chatted with the girls very enthusiastically. Fang Han seemed to be reading a book, but was observing him carefully.

It seems that his tumor has no effect at present. It may have an occasional headache, and it will be dangerous if it is not treated for a while.

The brain is mysterious and fragile, some swelling and pain can be removed, but in most cases, surgery cannot be performed and can only be performed through chemotherapy.

He is weak and chemotherapy means death quickly.

After chatting with the girls for a while, Haiinlein came to Fang Han: "Mr. Fang, can you start teaching me to draw now?"

Fang Han nodded: "No problem, but you are not very clear-headed, right?"

Hainlein waved his hand: "Just ignore it."

Fang Han said: "I have a way to make you sober. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay." Haiinlein nodded.

Li Tang had already brought the golden needle. Fang Han took it out and stomped it into Haiinlein's body, two needles on his head, three needles on his back and front chest, and two needles on his knees.

Haiinlein stared at the long needles with his lips tightly pursed. At first, his heart was pounding, but later he found that it didn't hurt.

"This is acupuncture, which will keep you awake." Fang Han said: "Do you feel it?"

"Well, it's amazing. It seems that cold air is coming in here." Haiyinlein excitedly pointed at the Baihui point, twisting his head to see if there is anything.

Fang Han smiled and said, "That's right, okay, let's talk about painting."

He used the technique of opening the meridians and psychics to open the closed Baihui Tianmen, allowing him to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, thereby cleaning up the turbid air in his body, purifying his body and strengthening his own immunity.

External forces are difficult to kill cancer cells, so they can only rely on immunity. The treatment method is to strengthen immunity and thus suppress cancer cells.

What he talked about first is not painting skills, but observation, teaching him how to observe the world and how to discover beauty. The world does not lack beauty. The key is that there is no eye to discover beauty. The most important thing for a painter is to have a pair of eyes to discover beauty.

Haiinlein's eyes shined and he stared at the surrounding scenery greedily. The girls also felt that they benefited a lot when they listened.

They can enjoy the beautiful scenery, but they don’t know where the beauty is and how to look at it to be more beautiful. They never thought there were so many mystery in it.

Half an hour later, Fang Han took off the injections, and today's treatment was over. Fang Han called and asked Oppenheimer to take Hainlein away.

Half an hour later, Oppenheimer returned to Fang Han and looked at him hesitantly.

Fang Han nodded: "Hai Inlein is fine, don't worry."

"Can you really save him sir?"

"Yes." Fang Han said: "I'll know the result in a month."

"...Thank you sir!" Oppenheimer's lips trembled.

Fang Han waved his hand and smiled, "Put your heart back in your stomach, I haven't told him about his condition, right?"

Oppenheimer shook his head.

Fang Han said: "Don't tell him,...well, let him stay here, so that someone outside will accidentally let him miss it."
Chapter completed!