Zhou Fengtian and Zhao Husheng were still laughing, but when they heard the news, they were in an instant.

Village chief He Xuejiao has never been very healthy. He is old and always has many serious and minor illnesses. He always supports himself every time. Zhou Fengtian used to give medicine to the elderly in the village and barely took a puff, but he did not prescribe the right medicine. He probably had some new problems.

He Xuezhao was very good to Zhou Fengtian and Zhao Husheng, and he did his best to develop the village.

Zhou Fengtian's family has always been a poor household. Over the years, it was with He Xuejiao's help that he barely maintained his life. Even the Tianchi that the Zhou family finally rented was led by He Xuejiao.

Not to mention anything else, there is no scholar. Zhou Fengtian and his family have long been unable to live their lives. How can they have a good life today?

The same is true for Zhao Husheng. If there is no cadet, I will not say anything else.

The life of the Zhao family and the daughter must have been extremely miserable. This is not to be said. You must know that Lin Rongzhi and Zhao Jiaonu were very disgusted when they saw each village. A widow and a young girl were all looked down upon.

It is obvious that the village chief is helping this place.

Zhao Husheng himself was also well taken care of. He was originally a gangster. If the village chief and his uncle were not coordinated with him, he would not have been able to learn from his uncle. Without this skill, Zhao Husheng would have probably been beaten to death by others a thousand or eight hundred times.

With emotion and reason, the village chief He Xuejiao is their great benefactor. Now that this matter has happened, how can the two of them be calm?

Bai Li was heartless, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk?"

Zhao Husheng shook the car window and took a deep breath of cigarette, "Drive your car, stop talking nonsense."

It took a ten-minute drive and a short while, Zhou Fengtian and Zhao Huzhou went straight to the He family after the car.

The He family is behind the village committee, and the place is not big. Over the years, the old man spent all his energy and money on the village committee and village. He really neglected to take care of his family and was not perfect.

The He family also followed Zhou Fengtian tossed a lot of homestays here. Originally, the boss of the He family wanted to rent out the empty houses of the village committee, but He Xuejiao stopped him, saying that he could not take advantage of everyone.

After a while, the situation in their family has improved a lot, and the second child who is working outside has returned home.

Seeing Zhou Fengtian and the others coming in, Boss He’s wife was taking care of the old man there, and quickly made way out.

"Brother Qing, why are you here?"

Zhou Fengtian forced a smile, "Aunt, we are here to see the old village chief. How is the situation now?"

"The doctor has come and said that the old man has a tumor in his brain. It only took ten days and half a month to get worse now. I guess he is not lucky... Our family is thinking about doing some personnel..."

He Xuejiao's breath was weak, but when he saw Zhao Husheng and Zhou Fengtianlai, some light was revealed in his turbid eyes. The old man who was almost paralyzed in bed trembled and moved his fingers and pointed to the door.

Zhao Husheng and Zhou Fengtian rushed up hurriedly, and Zhao Husheng held the old man's skinny palm, like chicken feet.

"Old village chief, it's me, the tiger is left."

The old village chief seemed to have a sputum stuck in his mouth and could not say anything.

"Brother Qing, what's wrong with this? Do you have to suck it out for the old village chief? Tell me something quickly. No, I'll suck it." Zhao Husheng was so anxious.

Zhou Fengtian said: "No need for now," and he had already walked to the old village chief, "Grandpa Village Chief, please relax. It's okay, I'll massage for you, it will be soon..."

A look of pain flashed in the old village chief's eyes, and a mute voice came out of his mouth, but when he spoke, he was still babbling.

"You go get a spittoon, the tiger remains."

Zhou Fengtian put his hands on the old man's chest and gently pressed it. A dragon energy had quietly penetrated into the old man's body along his palm.

He Xuejiao is old and his physical condition is indeed worse than before. Zhou Fengtian patiently differentiated the dragon energy and allowed them to enter various organs to carry out repair work. While the dragon energy rises, it quickly reaches the throat. When he pushes forward, the old man immediately feels vomiting. Zhou Fengtian helps the old man up.

Zhao Husheng had already rushed out with the big iron pot from He Xuezhao's house. He probably couldn't find the spittoon, "Village Chief, just spit here, spit here!"

He Xuejiao spitted it into the pot in one mouthful, his face calmed a little. Zhou Fengtian gently patted the old man's back twice, gently patting the dragon energy that had been input into the old man's body.

The old man's face obviously became rosy.

"Old village chief, are you getting better?"

"Grandpa, how do you feel?"

"It's much more comfortable..." He Xuejiao took a breath, and Zhou Fengtian slowly moved him to the head of the bed and found a soft cushion for him to cushion, "Fengtian Jizi, you are back, how about you outside?"

He Xuezhao was happy to see Zhou Fengtian, as if he had seen his own child.

Whether it is Zhao Husheng or Zhou Fengtian, they were all grown up because of the underestimation of the scholar. Not to mention anything else, these two people are not bad by nature, especially Zhou Fengtian, a child. Although Zhao Husheng is a little bit naughty, he is not very jealous of the villagers.

"There is no freedom in the village outside," Zhao Husheng rushed to interrupt. "If I hadn't had something to do, I would have run back long ago, and there was food and drink in the village."

Zhou Fengtian smiled and said, "It's better, we are going back to the Tibetan area. It's cold and it's always snowing. It's different from the snow we can't see for hundreds of years. They all have their own beauty."

He Xuezhao patted Zhou Fengtian's arm, "As long as you come back, I will feel at ease, and I can go there with confidence..."

"Old man, bah, bah, what are you afraid of if you can live a hundred years old?"

"The old man is eighty-six. Can you speak?" Sister-in-law said dissatisfiedly.

Zhao Husheng quickly slapped himself in the face, "Bah, I can't speak, God, don't take it to your heart!"

After Zhou Fengtian diagnosed the old man for a while, his face became more and more serious and ugly. He was still saying that it was a minor problem and it was still curable. Most people were so happy that they said this. Since the doctor from the county town issued a notice of critical illness, everyone felt a little gloomy in their hearts, but Zhou Fengtian was also a miracle doctor, so he was right...

"I'll go back and pack some medicinal materials first, come tomorrow morning. Aunt, please take good care of the village chief grandfather!"

"Don't worry, I'm here!"
Chapter completed!