From this point of view, it can be seen that Mr. Yang’s family tutoring was still good, and there was no family tragedy that caused Xiao Yun.

Wang Cheng chose to remain silent because nothing was useful at this time, and the facts were the most direct and important than any explanation. Mr. Li came to the door of the innermost room and opened the door. A smell of Western medicine came from it, and the smell of Chinese medicine came from it.

Various high-tech medical instruments are also placed beside a large bed, hanging on an old man on the bed. Data are displayed on the instruments, indicating that the old man is still alive.

An old man in a gray robe stood in front of the bed. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked back and said in surprise: "Li Mushan, are you here again?"

"Oh? It's you, Zhou Qingyuan."

Li Mushan was slightly surprised when he saw the old man in a robe. Both of them knew each other. Zhou Qingyuan was a relatively famous Chinese medicine doctor in Nanyang. His best area was acupuncture. At this time, the old man on the bed had three silver needles on his forehead.

"Didn't you go back to Jiangzhou?"

Zhou Qingyuan asked strangely. He knew that Li Mushan had been here before, and he also heard Yang Jiacheng talk about the relationship between Li Mushan and Yang Xinshui.

Li Mushan said: "I will bring my apprentice to Lao Yang to see, maybe he has a way."

Zhou Qingyuan searched around and found that they were all from the Yang family, and there were only one boy and a little girl with a raw face. Which one was your apprentice?

"Who is your apprentice?"

Zhou Qingyuan asked in confusion.

Li Mushan pulled Wang Cheng over and said, "His name is Wang Cheng, and he is my closed disciple."

"Lao Li, are you not kidding? How long has he been studying medicine? I have no choice but to take care of Lao Yang's illness? I can only try my best to take care of it, but it can't be delayed for too long."

Zhou Qingyuan shook his head, looked at Wang Cheng, and said in disbelief.

Yang Jiacheng also said worriedly: "Uncle Li, why don't you rest first today and keep your spirits up, and come to see my father tomorrow?"

Yang Jiacheng didn't want Wang Cheng to treat his father very much, because he was afraid of something, he had no hair on his lips and was not doing things well. This sentence is the most sensible saying in the traditional Chinese medicine industry.

Li Mushan ignored the opinions of others and said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, go and have a look."

Wang Cheng nodded, not caring about the attitudes of the Yang family or Zhou Qingyuan's attitude. He let go of Wang Yuanyuan's hand, let her stand with Mr. Li, and walked towards the hospital bed.

Zhou Qingyuan looked at Wang Cheng and said in a deep voice: "Children, how much medicine have you recited? Can you recite the songs through memorizing?"

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "How much medicinal herbs has nothing to do with you. Get out of here and let me see what Mr. Yang is doing." As he said that, he walked up, pushed Zhou Qingyuan apart with a little force, and grabbed the old man's pulse on the bed.

The pulse is very weak, even more serious than Mr. Tang last time. It can almost be described as a qi like a fancy spring, and there is a danger of dying off at any time. No wonder old Chinese doctors like Mr. Li and Zhou Qingyuan have no choice but to do anything about it. The patient's breath is too weak and it is difficult to use any means. If you are not careful, the patient will die.

Wang Cheng was also nervous for a moment. If he didn't pay attention to letting Mr. Yang go back to heaven, I'm afraid that he and Mr. Li would find it difficult to get out of this room?

Zhou Qingyuan looked at Wang Cheng's face and said in a deep voice: "Boy, don't be young and strong. You should not act irritably when studying medicine."

Wang Cheng looked at Zhou Qingyuan, pointed at the patient's silver needles on the forehead of Mr. Yang, and said, "Is this yours?"

Zhou Qingyuan nodded and said, "No, I'll stabilize my qi and blood."

"Unplug it!"

Wang Cheng said affirmatively.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Qingyuan couldn't believe that a boy spoke to him in this tone, his face suddenly turned dark and he said in a deep voice.

Wang Cheng emphasized again: "I asked you to pull it out, I'll do it now."

"You come, can you be responsible for something happening?"

Zhou Qingyuan asked in a low voice.

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows and said, "If something goes wrong with my treatment, then let me take responsibility."

Li Mushan also came over and said in a deep voice: "I'm responsible, Wang Cheng, you can do it."

Wang Cheng nodded, seeing that Zhou Qingyuan was not taking action, he waved his hand and pulled down several silver needles of Zhou Qingyuan. Zhou Qingyuan, who was about to get angry, quarreled indifferently, and said lightly: "Don't interfere with me, if something happened to you, then you will be responsible."

Zhou Qingyuan stopped talking, stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes tightly, snorted coldly, took a step back, and said in a deep voice: "Old Li, you are playing with fire."

Li Mushan looked calm and did not speak, staring at the patient on the bed.
Chapter completed!