Then he asked Xiao Wanqing: "Where is this little girl?"
"President Wan, my name is Xiao Wanqing. I come from Jinhai City and I like kung fu." Xiao Wanqing said a little excitedly.
"Jinhai City, then who is Xiao Zhong to you?"
"He is my grandfather."
Wan Zonghua said with a smile: "It turns out that Mr. Xiao and I haven't seen each other for several years, almost ten years. Time flies."
"So you also know my grandfather?"
"We are more than just acquaintances. We were partners when we were young, but later we had to go back home to develop our careers because of family problems."
"Then I'll call my grandpa and tell him. He will be very happy that I met his old friend." Xiao Wanqing said and was about to make a call.
Since it was Xiao Zhong who brought her up again, she would naturally share any happy things with him.
Wan Zonghua asked with a smile: "Brother Ning, when the martial arts coach fought against the Western boxers, was it you who threw the silver needle?"
"Senior actually saw it, so I won't hide it. It is indeed my fault, I just did some shameful tricks."
"No, no, no, you saved the martial arts leader's life. With the martial arts leader's cultivation, that elbow blow would have killed him on the spot." Wan Zonghua said.
"President Wan asked me to come here because of this matter?"
Wan Zonghua sighed and said, "I do have selfish motives, but if Ning can help me with this, you will be the distinguished guest and benefactor of the Wan family from now on."
"President Wan, don't be so anxious. What can I do?"
"Hey, I won't hide it from you. My son was born paralyzed and can only live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. In order to save him, I searched all kinds of Chinese medicine doctors, but no one could save him. So I saw Brother Ning
A good hand with silver needles must also be accomplished in acupuncture, so..."
"Born paralyzed?" Ning Fan asked.
"Yes, it has been more than forty years, and my wife passed away early. I vowed not to marry, so I only have one son. I really can't bear to have no one to take care of him after I pass away."
It is understandable to say so. Even if the Wanjia family has a great business, once Wan Zonghua passes away.
Then there will be no backbone, and who will take care of a person who was born paralyzed and unable to speak.
Ning Fan asked: "I do know some medical skills, but I..."
"Brother Ning, as long as you are willing to treat my son, you can make any request, even if it means all the property of the Wan family."
"You misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I just wanted to say that if you were born paralyzed and it lasted for more than forty years, your meridians would have been blocked and difficult to open. It would be dangerous to force them open." Ning Fan speculated.
After saying this, Wan Zonghua also frowned. Indeed, those Chinese doctors said that it was impossible to treat it, and forced treatment was also very risky.
"Even if the family has a big business, who as a parent would want their children to be kept and tortured all their lives? Can you let me see?" Ning Fan asked.
"Okay, then please go this way, little brother Ning."
"Um!"
Ning Fan still thought he would take a look first. After all, Wan Zonghua didn't seem to be a bad person, and his words just now revealed helpless sadness.
If you can help, please do so. Ning Fan is not a hard-hearted person.
Of course, if he were an enemy, Ning Fan wouldn't even look at him.
In a room, Wan Zonghua and Ning Fan walked in. What they saw was not Wan Zonghua's son, but an old man with a beard and wearing a Taoist robe.
I was sitting on a chair drinking good tea, very leisurely.
Seeing Wan Zonghua walk in, he stood up and said with a smile: "President Wan, did you come back so early today?"
"Well, I found a little brother who has some knowledge in acupuncture to take a look."
The old man in Taoist robes looked at Ning Fan and said in surprise: "President Wan, do you believe in a young boy?"