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Renhetang is located on this side of Jiangzhou Ancient Street.

As an ancient city, Jiangzhou has a good protection for cultural aspects. Many ancient buildings have been preserved perfectly. When you walk to the ancient street, it is like returning to the Qingming Festival. If you don’t look at those white thighs in summer.

Wang Cheng brought his sister Wang Yuan and Zhang Xuan whom he followed him to the door of Renhetang.

"Xiao Cheng is here, come in quickly. The old man was talking about you just now."

Wang Cheng had just appeared in the lobby. Feng Xihe, who was sitting in the hall today, hurriedly came forward and said intimately that he was the third disciple of Mr. Li Mushan.

Seeing the gauze on Wang Cheng's head, Feng Xihe said caringly: "What's wrong with your head?

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "I just felt the old man's chant. Isn't this coming? It's just that when I went down the mountain today, I walked quickly, fell down, and my head was knocked. It's okay."

Feng Xihe's eyes naturally saw that Wang Cheng had a skin injury on his head, so he nodded with a smile, looked at Wang Yuanyuan, and said with a smile: "It's fine, this is Yuanyuan, it's so beautiful. Did you come out to play with your brother today?"

Wang Yuanyuan nodded obediently. She had been here for no time or twice: "Well, hello Uncle Feng."

"Hahaha, Yuanyuan finally spoke. Okay, let's go in. Today, the guest came and was having tea with the master. We happened to go in."

Feng Xihe said with a smile, very happy.

Because, Wang Yuanyuan and Wang Cheng have been here several times, but they keep silent and don’t talk to anyone, and let the people here tease her, just look at you.

However, this little girl looks so cute.

Wang Yuanyuan and Feng Xihe asked hello, which made him so happy, which shows how much this old Feng loves Wang Yuanyuan.

Wang Cheng said curiously: "Who is here? Old Huang is again?" After thinking about it, it shouldn't be. If it were Old Huang, Old Feng wouldn't deliberately take them to disturb him. It should be someone who Mr. Li doesn't like to entertain.

Huang Lao's full name is Huang Baoguo. He is a typical name from the 1950s and 1960s. He is also a master of Xinglin. However, he is not from Jiangzhou, but from Qingzhou City, which is separated from Jiangzhou. Because he is close, he arrives at Jiangzhou by boat. So he often comes to communicate with Mr. Li. Wang Cheng has also seen him several times and knows that Mr. Huang has some attainments in the preparation of medicine and several family-born formulas, which are more popular in the south.

Feng Xihe shook his head and said, "It's not Mr. Huang, but President Zhang of the Municipal Hospital. I want to ask the master to go to the hospital for an expert consultation next month."

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't they give up?"

Feng Xihe also nodded helplessly.

The Municipal People's Hospital had long wanted to bring Mr. Li from Renhetang and his disciples under his command. He visited Mr. Li many times. First, he wanted to buy Renhetang. The bid was very high, about ten times the land price, but Mr. Li refused directly, saying that this was his ancestral property and it was absolutely impossible to sell it.

Then, Mr. Li was invited to the People's Hospital for treatment many times, but they were also rejected.

But once, the director of the municipal hospital brought a patient who was said to be from the north to seek medical treatment. Seeing that he had arrived at the door, Mr. Li was not able to refuse and took action to cure the patient. The entire municipal hospital had been inspected for nearly a month, and all kinds of high-tech methods were used but no cause was found. However, he was cured by Mr. Li's medicine. Director Zhang of the municipal hospital became even more eager for Mr. Li and would come almost every other month.

When Wang Cheng came to help get medicine last time, he met Dean Zhang. He liked to be arrogant and show off his style, but he was not happy.

"This is my classmate, I'm having fun."

Seeing Zhang Xuan, Wang Cheng explained casually, Feng Xihe nodded and led the three of them into the back hall.

Zhang Xuan bit her lip and followed her over, thinking to herself that she was like you were all adults, just like me, hum.

I walked through a corridor and came to a study room. The fragrance of books came to me. The summer vacations of both walls were almost covered with ancient books on line, as well as some hardcover modern printed versions of various medical materials.

On a mahogany coffee table in the middle, there were two cups of tea. Mr. Li was wearing a white Tang suit and whispering something with a middle-aged man in a black suit. Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Li looked up and saw Wang Cheng and the other two. A smile appeared on his originally serious face, which looked much more kind.

"Is Xiao Cheng injured?"

First of all, I saw the gauze on Wang Cheng's head.

Li Mushan asked with concern.

Feng Xihe sent Wang Cheng here and left, and he had to go to the front to sit in the hall.

"Mr. Li, I want you to take my pulse."

Wang Cheng directly explained his purpose and glanced at the middle-aged man in the suit next to him, namely, Director Zhang of the Municipal People's Hospital, and Zhang Qiangyuan turned a blind eye to him.

Li Mushan looked at Wang Cheng deeply, checked Wang Cheng's complexion and breathing frequency, his face gradually became solemn, and said, "Come here."

Wang Cheng walked forward and stretched out his wrist. Li Mushan stretched out his hand with old-spots and gently placed it on Wang Cheng's wrist. His pulse was beating strongly, stimulating his fingers.

This is definitely different from Wang Cheng's previous pulse.

Li Mushan's expression became even more serious. He naturally knew Wang Cheng's physical condition, congenital heart disease, and this congenital inherited disease. Fortunately, Wang Cheng studied many medical books, regulated his body and controlled his emotions. After a few years, the effect was quite good. It was almost the same as an ordinary person, so he would definitely be able to live to be thirty years old.

However, now, Wang Cheng's pulse is obviously the vibrant pulse of a teenager. There is no problem with his heart. He is stronger than ordinary teenagers and is not worse than those martial artists.

"what happened?"

Li Mushan asked hurriedly, frowning. This matter was a bit unreasonable. It was congenital disease and was almost incurable. Even if you change your heart, you won't live long, but now it's better for no reason?

Wang Cheng said truthfully: "I don't know either. I fell, fainted, and then woke up. I felt different. I couldn't believe it, so I asked Mr. Li to diagnose me. Is it really good?"

Although Li Mushan couldn't believe it, he nodded affirmatively and said, "It's really good. Just fall. It seems that God doesn't want to see you die prematurely, haha!" As he said that, Mr. Li stroked the beard on his chin and laughed, very relieved. He has always liked Wang Cheng, a young man who is quiet and studious, and can calm down at a young age. In time, he will definitely become a great man in the future, but he has lost to the body given by God. Now he is fine.

Although this is strange, it is indeed a good thing.

In recent years, he has also studied many ancient medical books, because he felt regret for Wang Cheng. He did not want such a genius to die prematurely. He wanted to find a way to extend his life, but he couldn't find it, so he always had some worries in his heart.

Now it seems that I can rest assured.

Wang Yuanyuan and Zhang Xuan were both puzzled by the sound, but they seemed to know the general meaning, as if they were saying that Wang Cheng's illness was cured.

What disease is it?

Wang Yuanyuan didn’t know, and Zhang Xuan didn’t know it.

It turns out that he still has illness. No wonder his academic performance is getting worse and worse. He also has to take care of his sister and work everywhere, so he still has illness!

The softness in Zhang Xuan's heart was moved, and tears almost flowed out.

How much has he endured? Compared with him, he really seemed to be a flower in a greenhouse, just enjoying the sunshine and not experiencing any wind and frost. Zhang Xuan felt ashamed. He had always thought that he was a bad boy who was playful and wasted his studies, and he blamed him wrongly.

Wang Cheng felt relaxed all over. The death-savage sword that had been pressing on his head for many years disappeared. He sat on the chair and smiled and said, "Mr. Li, don't praise me anymore. Haha, it's also an accident. Maybe some new condition is hidden for the time being and has not erupted. I still need to pay more attention in the future."

Li Mushan nodded in appreciation. What he valued most was Wang Cheng. He was calm and not impatient. Unfortunately, he failed to take him as a disciple as a closed disciple.

Thinking of this, if I accept Wang Cheng, what should I teach him?

He was really helpless. Wang Cheng was even more familiar with his medical books in the room and could almost memorize them. His understanding of traditional Chinese medicine was deeply rooted in his bones.

"Okay, just be in good health. Old man, I can sleep well."

Li Mushan also said relaxedly.

Wang Yuanyuan suddenly asked, "Grandpa Li, my brother's illness is really cured?"

Li Mushan looked at the little girl lovingly and said with a smile: "Okay, your brother can run, jump, fly, and there is nothing to limit him."

Zhang Xuan heard the meaning. Could it be that he has been very quiet since childhood, not playing or making trouble because he is sick?

Ahem!

Zhang Qiangyuan, the director of the city hospital next to him, coughed, and a few little guys came in, and Mr. Li ignored him, a little embarrassed, coughed, and saw that several people were looking at him, keeping a smile, and said, "Mr. Li, are these people yours?"

He remembered that there were no three little guys Wang Cheng. Even if he had seen Wang Cheng, he would never remember it in his heart, because Wang Cheng occasionally came to Renhetang before, and he would take medicine according to prescriptions and never make any noise. He was like a young guy, and Dean Zhang was in a high position and would not care about such a little guy.

Mr. Li smiled and said, "Director Zhang, this little brother is named Wang Cheng. He will come to my shop to help if he has time."

Zhang Qiangyuan looked at Wang Cheng curiously and said, "Oh? Is Mr. Li's closed disciple?"

Mr. Li shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I think it's a pity that I don't have that life. Xiao Cheng's medical skills are not much worse than mine, but they just have less practical experience. If President Zhang can hire Xiao Cheng to your hospital, it will be no worse than mine."

Zhang Xuan was stunned when she heard this. Wang Cheng was so powerful? He could attend the clinic independently? He was not much worse than Mr. Li from Renhetang? If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would scream out loud.

Only Wang Yuanyuan nodded for granted, and his brother must be the most powerful.

Zhang Qiangyuan looked ugly, a 16 or 17-year-old boy, would you please tell me to be an expert to attend a clinic? Even if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to fool me like this.

Holding his anger, Zhang Qiangyuan didn't want to stay any longer. Mr. Li had already refused, stood up and said lightly: "I have something to do, Mr. Li, I will say goodbye first. There is still something else in the hospital. I hope Mr. Li will think about it carefully when I made the proposal just now."

He didn't mention Wang Cheng at all, and didn't even look at him.

Wang Cheng sat quietly, his attitude didn't matter. He glanced at the bookshelf and saw that there was still a book he hadn't read or hadn't understood thoroughly. He could take it back and study it later.

Mr. Li frowned slightly, knowing that Zhang Qiangyuan didn't believe what he said just now, thinking that he was fooling him, and sighed, without explaining and arguing, just said, "Since President Zhang has something to do, I won't keep you anymore. I'm used to freedom, I'm afraid it's not suitable to go to your system, so thank you Dean Zhang for your kindness."

Just now, Dean Zhang promised him the position of vice president and was in charge of the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Dean Zhang nodded, glanced at Wang Cheng, and got up and was about to leave.

At this time, a noisy sound came from the lobby outside.

"Help help save my senior brother. If I can't save it, I will smash your shop."

A full of breath came from the front.

Li Mushan's expression suddenly looked bad. Renhetang is a century-old brand in Jiangzhou. Anyone who comes here will give him face and not make noise. What's more, Mr. Li is also a Chinese medicine doctor at the national level. Nowadays, who doesn't want to know one or two miracle doctors and buy insurance for his life?

Therefore, no one dares to be presumptuous in Renhetang, and no one dares to be presumptuous in front of Li Mushan.

"snort."

Li Mushan snorted, got up and walked towards the front hall.

Wang Cheng also followed with two little girls and whispered: "The patient may have been seriously injured. The family members are very excited. Mr. Li, please don't take it to your heart."

Li Mushan didn't say anything.

When we arrived at the lobby in front, a group of people were making noise here. Feng Xihe, who was sitting in the hall, was checking out a wounded man lying on a stretcher, and several doctors who were grabbing medicine were comforting the other people's emotions.

As soon as Li Mushan appeared, the scene suddenly became quiet. The big men wearing vests exposed their muscles also became quiet and did not dare to make noise. The guys immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...