Chapter 282: The young master of the Valley of Flowers is arrogant
Mu Zhong was also disappointed. Since the last time he took Wang Tao's strong medicine, he took over An Chunfeng of the An family on the spot. From then on, his body seemed to have opened a valve, and now he is getting stronger.
Wang Tao didn't care about everyone's attitude. He only came to treat Bai Zaohu as agreed. As for marrying Bai Xiangwei, he had never thought about it, but he felt vaguely strange in his heart.
It's just about treating illnesses and saving people, so there's no need to give away money and then give away people, right? The most important thing to give is Bai Xiangwei? This is the backbone of the Bai family. She makes many of the decisions of the Bai family. How could she involve herself in order to save her brother?
Very unreasonable?
Wang Tao shook his head thinking about these things. He felt that this had nothing to do with him, and planned to leave after Bai Zaohu was treated, so that he would never interact with the Bai family again.
After hearing this, the young man in Flower Burial Valley looked ecstatic, with a flash of lust in his eyes.
"Hey, it's so polite of the Bai family to give away money and people."
Seeing how determined and arrogant he was, Bai Shengtian frowned slightly and smiled silently for a while.
"Looking across China, there are no patients that we can't treat in Burial Flower Valley."
Another person from Burial Flower Valley said with a cold and arrogant look.
"The Burial Flower Valley is also called the Holy Medicine Valley. The little old man Mu Zhong is respectfully called the Medical Sage of the Southwest. I am truly lucky to meet these three noble people today..."
"Tsk! The southwestern medical sage? The charlatan is trying to get close to you in front of me."
The young man seemed to be the leader of the three. When he heard Mu Zhong's compliment, he immediately interrupted him with disdain. He held his head high and did not even look at Mu Zhong.
The Burying Flower Valley was famous for its medicine, and Mu Zhong didn't take much notice of them. In his eyes, these famous doctors were no more than barefoot doctors, and they were just a little higher than the swindlers who walked around the streets.
Mu Zhong's body froze when he heard this, and his face suddenly turned red. The corners of his mouth trembled, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.
When the famous doctors saw how arrogant the people from Burial Flower Valley were, their faces turned ugly, and they even looked sympathetically at Mu Zhong, the Southwest Medical Saint whose face turned red.
Although everyone was very dissatisfied with Flower Burial Valley's attitude, no one dared to say anything.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Flower Burial Valley doesn’t sound like a retarded name, but in fact its status in ancient medicine is no less than that of the Heavenly Dragon Legion in reality.
Burying Flower Valley is an ancient medicine inheritance, which is said to have been passed down from the late Tang Dynasty to the present. Before, the valley was closed and few practitioners traveled around the world.
However, the style of Burial Flower Valley has changed drastically in recent years. Disciples travel all over the world to treat high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the remuneration for treatment is extremely high.
As for the ancient medicine technology of Burial Flower Valley, it also shocked the medical world, but no patient who was willing to take over the treatment could not be cured.
"Don't waste time, bring the patient over! Whether we can take over depends on the patient's condition."
The leading young man is Yang Shuang, the third young master of the Flower Burial Valley. He has been a genius in ancient medicine since he was a child. He has extraordinary medical attainments at a young age, second only to the Valley Master, Eldest Sister, Ninth Sister, and Elder Pei. He can be said to be the leader of the Flower Burial Valley.
Number five.
Yang Shuang has achieved so much, no wonder he looks down on these so-called famous doctors.
"Okay, go and bring Zaohu."
Bai Shengtian's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he ordered the butler next to him.
The old housekeeper nodded and walked quickly to the back house of the Bai family.
Bai Shengtian didn't think anyone could cure Bai Zaohu.
Bai Zaohu had fetal poison from childhood. In order to treat him, Bai Xiangwei didn't know how much money he paid for him.
After decades of seeking medical advice, if it could be cured, wouldn't it be better?
Bai Shengtian thought this, and then looked at the miracle doctors.
call!
The people who wanted it didn't come, but there were quite a few irrelevant people.
Bai Shengtian looked around for a while but did not see Wang Tao, who his granddaughter said was tall and handsome. His eyes were slightly disappointed, but his face showed no signs of surprise.
After a while, Mr. Zhou walked in with an eleven or twelve-year-old Bai Zaohu in his arms. He carefully placed Bai Zaohu on the sofa, nodded slightly to Bai Shengtian and stood aside.
"This is my precious grandson. He has been frail and sick since he was a child. Please ask the miracle doctors to take a look at him!"
As soon as Bai Shengtian finished speaking, everyone was immediately moved, and everyone was eager to try and take action first.
If you are optimistic about it, the women of the Bai family don't dare to think that they will get at least 100 million!
"I am a famous miracle doctor in Kun County, let me come!"
An old man with a pockmarked face stood up and walked towards Bai Zaohu. At this time, the people around Yang Shuang wanted to stop him, but Yang Shuang stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Tsk! It doesn't matter, let him see it. If he can see the cause of the disease, I wrote the Chinese character "Yang" backwards."
Yang Shuang sneered disdainfully.
"Hmph! Dogs look down on people. I will let you experience my original blood-sealing therapy later today."
Seeing that Yang Shuang didn't give him any face, the old man looked unhappy.
"Presumptuous! You..."
The people around Yang Shuang became furious when they heard someone scolding the young master. His face changed drastically and he was about to take action, but Yang Shuang stretched out his hand to stop him.
"It's not too late to wait until he sees it and fix it. If he can see the cause of the disease, I will forgive his offense. If he can't see it, hehe!"
Yang Shuang smiled sinisterly, which made everyone's hearts tremble.
However, no one, including the pockmarked old man, took Yang Shuang's words to heart. They just thought he was looking for a way to get off the stairs.
After all, this is the Bai family. You can't just call him out just because your words are offensive!
The pockmarked old man didn't care and walked to Bao Zaohu.
First, he took his pulse, then asked Bao Zaohu to stick out his tongue, then opened his eyelids, touched his body with both hands, and pressed his chest and other acupoints.
The pock-marked old man looked at it for a while, sweat began to form on his forehead, and he kept moving his hands, almost stripping Bai Zaohu naked.
The pock-marked old man scratched his ears and cheeks, with a confused look on his face. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and he fell into silence for a while.
"Why are you dilly-dallying? Have you seen the cause?"
The thug next to Yang Shuang asked with an unkind expression.
"Huh?... It's due to deficient heat. Just use my method of bloodletting and mix it with my unique secret medicine to ensure..."
"Tsk! Shut up."
Yang Shuang contemptuously interrupted the pockmarked old man to continue speaking, and then he looked apologetically at Bai Shengtian, whose expression remained unchanged.
"I'm going to clean up this trash who doesn't live up to his name on behalf of the Bai family?"
Without waiting for Bai Shengtian to agree, Yang Shuang signaled to the thugs behind him, and one of them walked towards the pockmarked old man with a sneer.
"What are you going to do? This is the Bai family?"
The pock-marked old man's expression changed greatly, and then he looked at Bai Shengtian for help.
Bai Shengtian frowned slightly and was about to speak when he saw one of the thugs carrying the pockmarked old man's clothes in one hand and walking out like a chicken.
"You...what are you doing? You can't do this to me? I'm a guest of the Bai family...ah!"
The two walked out, and then heard the screams of the pockmarked old man, which suddenly stopped.
Bai Shengtian's brows deepened and he winked at the butler beside him. The butler understood and thought that no one would be killed.
"Hey, no need to confirm, it's just a broken leg, you won't die."