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Chapter 485 My medical skills are better

"You still want to openly build a plank road to hide in Chencang? Do you think our Northwest Army is vegetarian?"

"That's right, the commander-in-chief has a clever plan and has already reached this point.

Now the old man is surrounded by experts. As long as they dare to show up, they will be captured immediately."

A group of people laughed and looked at Ye Feng who had walked away with mocking expressions.

Ye Feng didn't look back, but there was no trace of disappointment on his face, instead he showed a cunning look.

"A bunch of idiots, do you really think I'm here to rob someone?

If you really want to rob someone, how can you find it so easily? Everyone is smiling like a fool."

On the other side, the Lin'an Calligraphy and Painting Association was bustling with activity.

Yang Haoran was promoted to the position of master and was praised and supported by everyone.

Under Su Changhe's call, all the people named in the Painting and Calligraphy Association were summoned to the Painting and Calligraphy Association.

The auditorium was organized and Yang Haoran served as lecturer.

After all, this kind of thing has been done once before, and Yang Haoran is quite familiar with it.

After I talked about some basic things, everyone clapped their hands in amazement and suddenly understood.

Yang Haoran had to lament that today's calligraphy and painting associations are a bit misnamed, and many of them are just here to cause trouble.

Of course, Yang Haoran's main purpose is not to come to the calligraphy and painting academy to become a master. The purpose is to successfully deceive and make good use of Liu Qiangsen.

Because Liu Qiangsen had already become Yang Haoran’s teacher, he naturally had to take special care of him.

Yang Haoran specially arranged to be by his side, and would give him a few words from time to time.

Liu Qiangsen was overjoyed and enlightened.

Yang Haoran talked about something and asked everyone to practice and figure it out on their own, and then looked at Liu Qiangsen with a smile.

"Old Liu, you actually have an advantage over them. If you work a little harder and find the right method, you will definitely achieve great results."

Liu Qiangsen immediately became excited. It was a great honor for him to be recognized by Yang Haoran.

"Teacher, are you trying to comfort me? I am already so old, and you also said that I am not good at basic skills."

Yang Haoran waved his hand: "One code means one code, you haven't met me before, it's just that you are practicing in the wrong direction.

As a warrior in the late stage of Anjin, your control over your inner energy and body is definitely not comparable to that of a pure person.

Later, I will formulate a special plan for you to ensure that your calligraphy skills will improve by leaps and bounds within a month."

Liu Qiangsen nodded excitedly, but then looked surprised.

"Teacher, how do you know that I am a late-stage Anjin warrior?"

Most people in the Painting and Calligraphy Association know that Liu Qiangsen served as a soldier and that he is a warrior.

But Yang Haoran was the first to be able to explain his cultivation so clearly.

Out of instinctive caution, Liu Qiangsen blurted out the question.

Yang Haoran looked at no one around him, then lowered his voice and said: "Because I am also a warrior, and my cultivation level is a little higher than yours."

Liu Qiangsen opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief.

Grandmaster Hua Jin is not new, and neither is the calligraphy and painting master.

But putting the two identities together makes people feel fresh.

"The teacher is really knowledgeable and talented, and the students admire him."

Yang Haoran shook his head seriously: "I am not good at either of these two. In fact, my profession is to be a doctor."

The muscles on Liu Qiangsen's face kept twitching, could you please stop being so shocking?

"Is the teacher really a doctor?"

Liu Qiangsen couldn't help but be a little suspicious, but Yang Haoran glared.

"Of course, how can such a thing be deceptive? What I am best at is the art of fortune-seeing. If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you.

Don't move your head and look into my eyes."

Liu Qiangsen really didn't dare to move and looked straight at Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran looked at it for a while and let out an exclamation. Lingjiu Xue.com

"Old Liu, it's not easy for you either. Is there a serious patient at home?

And from the looks of it, time is already quite long.”

Liu Johnson, who was joking at the time, was shaken and his eyes were shining.

"Teacher, you are really a genius. My wife was paralyzed in bed twelve years ago.

All these years I relied on medication to survive, and life was worse than death.

Part of the reason why I am obsessed with calligraphy and painting is to relieve my depression."

Yang Haoran showed a sympathetic expression: "In this case, why don't you see a doctor and take a good look?"

Liu Qiangsen looked frustrated, shook his head and said: "How could you not find a doctor?

My eldest son Liu Shuacheng used his connections to go to almost all major hospitals in China.

I have tried many famous doctors, but they have no effect at all.

It can only alleviate the condition, but it is impossible to recover."

Liu Qiangsen said it with deep affection and pain on his face.

Yang Haoran frowned slightly: "I don't dare to boast, but I have seen this disease before.

I have cured some people, so if you can trust me, I will go with you, maybe there will be some hope."

Liu Qiangsen was stunned, mainly because he had no hope.

Anyway, it’s been twelve years, and I’m already a little numb.

But since Yang Haoran took the initiative to bring it up, he naturally couldn't refuse.

He could only hold his fist towards Yang Haoran: "Then I'll bother the teacher."

"No trouble, no trouble."

After the activities of the Calligraphy and Painting Association ended, Yang Haoran decisively rejected the warm invitations of several presidents and returned home with Liu Qiangsen.

The soldiers guarding outside Liu Qiangsen's home stopped the car and discovered Yang Haoran.

"Old man, the commander-in-chief has ordered that all strangers must register when entering or exiting."

Liu Qiangsen was furious: "Registration is nothing, this is my teacher.

He can be a commander outside, but I have the final say at home, so go away."

The soldier was disappointed and walked away dejectedly.

Yang Haoran felt proud. Even if there were thousands of troops outside, wouldn't it still be just a bunch of decorations?

Isn’t it easy to get in?

"Teacher, please come this way. I'll ask someone to pour tea first."

Yang Haoran waved his hand: "I'm not busy, I'll see the patient first."

"Then why are you embarrassed? You are a guest from afar, at least drink some water first."

"A doctor has a parent-like heart. If he doesn't see me, I won't be at ease."

Liu Qiangsen could only lead Yang Haoran into the room of his wife Han Xiangzhi.

There was a nurse who had been taking care of him. When he saw Liu Qiangsen coming in, he quickly saluted.

"Old man, you are back!"

Liu Qiangsen nodded and led Yang Haoran to the bed.

Han Xiangzhi just couldn't move her legs, but there was nothing wrong with her brain.

He looked at Yang Haoran and asked: "Old man, who is this?"

"This is Teacher Niu. He has superb medical skills. He heard about your situation and came here to take a look at your legs."

Han Xiangzhi sighed, looking depressed.

"It doesn't matter whether you watch it or not. It's not like you haven't watched it yet, so there is no hope."

Yang Haoran smiled: "That's not necessarily the case. Don't talk. I'll take a look first."

Han Xiangzhi was stunned. Yang Haoran had already reached out and pressed her leg.


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