Wu Bei nodded: "In that case, I will go all out."
Since he calls Xu Jifei third brother, he naturally has to help the Xu family to the end.
The meal lasted until after ten o'clock. Xu Shuqian was knocked down and was helped to the back room to rest. Wu Bei and Xu Jifei were still sober, but they were also a little drunk.
Xu Jifei: "Brother, starting from tomorrow, I will be in seclusion. When I come out of seclusion, I will definitely reach the perfection of the divine realm."
Wu Bei nodded: "I wish Third Brother a breakthrough in innateness."
Xu Jifei laughed "haha": "It's too far innate, I don't dare to think about it for the time being."
Then he said: "Bai Zhanling called me today, and his words were full of flattery. Hey, who would have thought that the dignified Mr. Bai would be so humble?"
Wu Bei: "Oh? What did he say?"
Xu Jifei: "I just want to know about your origins, brother, so I naturally set off smoke bombs to help you brag. Hey, Bai Zhanling was frightened by me. He said that if he had a chance, he would come to thank you in person. He also invited us to
Qingcheng Mountain as a guest."
Wu Bei said: "The Bai family, please have less contact with them in the future."
Xu Jifei was stunned: "Brother, why did you say this?"
Wu Bei: "As soon as I saw Bai Zigui that day, I saw that the fortune of the Bai family was declining and that the family would be wiped out in less than three years. However, he gave me a Three Treasures Spirit Grass, so I gave Bai Zigui some advice.
A few words, so that his cultivation can reach innate perfection."
Xu Jifei: "So, the Bai family is fine?"
"How is that possible?" Wu Bei shook his head, "Within ten years, the Bai family will still decline."
"How did your brother figure it out?" Xu Jifei asked in shock.
Wu Bei smiled: "I can see luck."
In fact, his dimensional eyes can see ghosts and gods, observe feng shui, observe yin and yang, and of course can also see a person's luck. It's just that the people he can see are extreme people, either extremely lucky or extremely lucky.
bad.
In addition, in the inheritance of jade pendants, there are also detailed records of divination and fortune telling, but he didn't do much research on it.
Xu Jifei nodded: "Brother, you are such a master! It is really an honor for me, Xu Jifei, to get to know you. Come on, cheers!"
That night, Wu Bei and Xu Jifei competed in martial arts until early in the morning, when he took a short rest.
After eating something in the morning, Wu Bei and Xu Shuqian took his special car and headed to Mr. Zhao's residence in the provincial capital.
At noon that day, there were several people sitting in the hall of an old-fashioned mansion in the provincial capital.
An old man in his sixties, with a worried look on his face, asked in a deep voice: "Hasn't the Ten Thousand God Doctor agreed yet?"
A man in his early fifties shook his head: "This all-god doctor is a master of the divine realm. He is very arrogant. I have sent people to ask for him three times, but he keeps asking us to wait, saying that he has something important to deal with."
The old man said angrily: "What can be more important than human life? Where does this Ten Thousand Miracle Doctor come from? How dare he despise my Zhao family so much?"
"Brother, people in the world are always like this. You don't have to be angry. I'll send someone to urge you." The man said quickly, and then walked out the door.
The old man gritted his teeth: "Now that my father is seriously ill, those little kids are so happy! No matter what, we have to cure our father's illness!"
Then he suddenly thought of something: "I remember that the Xu family in this provincial capital said they wanted to recommend a miracle doctor. Has he arrived?"
The other two people looked at each other, and one of them said: "Brother, the Xu family has found a miracle doctor, but he may not be better than our health doctor."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came to report: "Master, Xu Boren and Xu Shuqian want to see you."
"Oh? Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will be here." The old man said, "Please!"
Soon, Wu Bei followed Xu Boren and Xu Shuqian into the hall. He glanced around and found that the people here were not ordinary, especially one of them, an old man in his sixties, who was very imposing. At first glance, he was not an ordinary person.
"Bo Ren, Shu Qian." The old man greeted with a smile and was very enthusiastic.
Xu Boren, the provincial minister, seemed a little restrained in front of the old man. He hurriedly said: "Sir Xu Ge, I have invited a miracle doctor for Mr. Zhao."
"Really?" The old man looked at Wu Bei, slightly surprised, because Wu Bei looked too young.
Xu Boren: "This is the miracle doctor Wu Beiwu. His medical skills are very remarkable. Not long ago, he just cured the injury of Qingcheng Bai Laojianxian."
The old man was moved by this. The Bai family has great energy. He naturally knew that Bai Zi was returning and hurriedly said: "Miracle Doctor Wu, I am Zhao Zhengxian. I'm here to help you!"
Wu Bei was very direct, nodded slightly and said, "You're welcome, where is the patient?"
Zhao Zhengxian led the way, and they walked through the hall and came to a unique room.
A tall and thin old man, nearly ninety years old, was lying on the hospital bed. He looked very pale, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.
Wu Bei sat down in front of the couch, stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse, and at the same time opened his dimensional eyes for observation. He found that there was a shrapnel deep in the old man's brain, which was compressing the pain nerve. This was the reason for his painful expression.
In addition, the old man's body is also very weak. He is getting older and his end is approaching. His condition is very serious, and ordinary doctors will be helpless. First, the shrapnel is too deep, and the risk of removing it is extremely high, and the gain outweighs the gain; second, he is too old.
, he is about to run out of fuel, his body is weak, and he is tortured by injuries and illnesses, and he has no motivation to live.
He let go of his hand and frowned.
Zhao Zhengxian quickly asked: "Doctor Wu, how is the situation?"
Wu Bei thought for a while and said: "The old man has a shrapnel in his brain, which causes him to have frequent headaches. He must have suffered a lot in the past, right?"
Zhao Zhengxian's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up: "Amazing! That's right, my father killed an enemy on the battlefield and a piece of shrapnel burst into his brain. Because the original medical conditions did not allow it, it stayed in his brain. Because of this
There was a piece of shrapnel, and my father often had headaches. When he was in pain, he would sweat profusely, and life would be worse than death. Later, his medical condition improved, but he was getting older, and considering the high risk of surgery, the shrapnel was never removed."
Wu Bei: "It's better to remove the shrapnel, otherwise the pain will kill a person's will to live. In fact, the old man is in good health, but the long-term headache makes him feel that death is actually a kind of relief."
The old man on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Little miracle doctor, you have spoken to my heart."
Zhao Zhengxian's eyes turned red when he heard his father speak: "Dad, we are unfilial and have made you suffer!"
The old man said calmly: "I am old and should die. You don't have to be sad."
Wu Beidao: "Old man, don't give up easily. I will help you take out the shrapnel right now, and then help you recuperate."
Zhao Zhengxian was startled: "Doctor Wu, do you want to operate on my father?"
Wu Beidao: "Please rest assured, my treatment does not require craniotomy."
After speaking, he took out a thicker gold needle and pricked the old man's head gently, making a small hole. The strange thing was that the old man felt no pain at all from this prick.
It was too late for Zhao Zhengxian to stop him. His face changed drastically and he asked urgently: "Doctor Wu, what are you doing?"
Wu Bei's face darkened: "Quiet! Get a plate!"
Zhao Zhengxian, a big shot, was actually frightened by his momentum. He quickly took a plate, held it with both hands, and stood aside.
This chapter has been completed!