What Young Master Han heard was that his scalp was numb and his heart felt numb.
If Zhonglao said this, wouldn't he have driven away the person who could cure Mu Longshuai!
This is going to be a big disaster!
Young Master Han's teeth were chattering.
Han Weilong, who was standing next to him, looked at his son coldly. Naturally he knew what was going on, and immediately snorted: "Those who fail to achieve success but are more than capable of failing, kneel down!"
Young Master Han was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Listen, the miracle doctor will come later. Regardless of whether he can cure the old man, just kneel down and apologize to the miracle doctor! If you are not sincere enough, I will break your legs!"
"Yes... yes... father!" Young Master Han was about to cry, but he couldn't wait to give himself a slap in the face.
However, the soldiers who ran to invite Lin Yang and others suddenly turned back.
"Have you invited anyone?" Han Weilong asked urgently.
"Mr. Han, the miraculous doctors said... they are not coming." The soldier said with a confused look on his face.
"Not coming?"
Everyone was stunned.
"Why?" Han Weilong asked immediately.
"The doctors didn't say..." the soldier replied.
"I'm probably angry." Han Weilong said solemnly.
Mu Yanling, who was standing next to her, bit her silver teeth lightly and shouted in a low voice: "Let's go, you lead the way, I will call them here myself!"
"this...."
"Lead the way quickly!"
"Yes, miss."
...
Inside the teahouse.
Lin Yang was sitting on the tea table sipping tea, and all the old Chinese medicine doctors from all over the world were chatting with Lin Yang.
Lin Yang was originally not interested in this so-called exchange meeting, but after some conversation, he realized that he had underestimated these people.
Being invited to treat Mu Taiji, one of the three great dragon commanders of the Dragon Kingdom, his medical skills are naturally excellent.
Many people here have studied medicine all their lives, and the medical techniques they have mastered are incomprehensible to others. Among them, several doctors were fortunate enough to have studied the lost chapters of the Qingnang Book of the ancient miracle doctor Hua Tuo, which made Lin Yang
Eye-opening.
Everyone was chatting happily, and Lin Yang couldn't help but be immersed in this atmosphere.
"I didn't expect that Divine Doctor Lin would have such experience and medical skills at such a young age. It's really admirable!" the old man named Zhao Zhide said with a smile.
"It seems that the ancient Chinese medicine of our country, Dragon Country, will depend on Divine Doctor Lin to carry it forward."
"We old guys are out of fashion."
"I have studied medical skills for a lifetime, but compared with the miracle doctor Lin, the gap is really far, far away!"
Many people either admired or felt ashamed.
Lin Yang smiled faintly: "Seniors, there is no need to belittle yourselves. Everyone's value is different, especially medical skills. In my opinion, saving one person or saving ten thousand people with medical skills is an extremely great existence. There is no need to distinguish between high and low medical skills.
Woolen cloth?"
Everyone laughed.
"It is truly rare and rare for Divine Doctor Lin to achieve such a state of mind!"
Zhao Zhide stroked his beard and smiled, but after thinking for a moment, he suddenly turned his head and said: "Waiter! Waiter!!"
"What's the matter?" A little girl ran over and asked with a smile.
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
"Yes sir, please wait a moment!"
The little girl ran down and soon took out a gel pen and a small notebook.
"Thank you."
Zhao Zhide picked up the pen and paper and immediately started writing in the small notebook.
People looked around.
Only then did I realize that what Zhao Zhide had written was actually his secret art, "The Formula of Three Towns of Acupuncture!"
"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?" Lin Yang couldn't help but ask.
"Doctor Lin, you answered all our questions and didn't hide anything from us. If you are like this, how can I hide it?" Zhao Zhide said with a smile.
Soon, he had written down all the key points of the 'Three Towns Acupuncture Technique'.
Zhao Zhide handed it to Lin Yang and said with a smile: "Doctor Lin, if you don't mind, please accept it."
"Old sir, it doesn't have to be like this." Lin Yang shook his head.
"No, this is necessary!"
Zhao Zhide smiled faintly: "We have an old saying that the disciples of the church starve to death of the master. Because of this, everyone likes to hide something, but many things left by the ancestors will be lost if they are hidden. No matter how much the efforts of the ancestors are, they will be lost.
Disappear like this! This situation can no longer be allowed! No more..."
