Huo Huo ignored him, but asked: "Little doctor, haven't you been cured? Why are you still so short-sighted?" Han Shaer blurted out: "The illness is gone, but the mind is still eight years old." Jing Tianzhi said aside:
"I'm not lacking in foresight." Huo Huo asked: "How do you know about the injury he suffered when he was eight years old?" Han Shaer was excited: "Oh, the old village chief said that when he was a child, he hit a rock during a fight." Jing Dezhen said.
He was also confused. He said that he had been ill for ten years, and the miracle doctor could naturally diagnose the stone he hit, so he nodded.
Jing Tianzhi knelt down and kowtowed to Huohuo: "Fairy Heroine, Fairy Sister, accept me as your apprentice, and I will learn Kung Fu from you." Huohuo frowned and hid aside in disgust. Jingdezhen thought for a moment.
, What a good idea! He said solemnly: "Niece Buxue, tell your father first, I will go find him. Tianzhi is at Jiannanmen. It is better to learn kung fu later to avoid getting into trouble." Huohuo could only agree: "
Okay, let daddy teach him." Jing Tianzhi did not get up: "I won't cause trouble, I will learn from the fairy elder sister." Jing Dezhen said again: "Everything is up to you? Get out of here!"
Han Shaer thought that it would be good this way. The school would have fewer hidden dangers and get the best of both worlds. If Jing Tangmu knew something about it, he would also agree - well, I hope the grudges between the two families can be wiped out! He said calmly: "Old village chief
, If you have nothing else, how about arranging a free clinic?" Jing Dezhen smiled apologetically, said there was no rush, and ordered his wife and daughter-in-law to cook. His children and grandchildren would separately notify the sick and disabled people to come to Jingfu to meet him in the afternoon...
It was an eye-opener for the people of Shengquan Village and Quanxia Village. When they were practicing medicine in Han Xiucao, they were amazed by the miraculous skills of the world's number one imperial doctor. Like this, after many years of illness, once the disease was cured, the dead tree
It is absolutely unheard of for a broken branch to grow new leaves. No one can even connect the handsome young man in front of them with the little fool who fell off the cliff.
Tou'er'ao broke his leg while climbing the wall and was walking with a limp. He got into a dog hole and was bitten on the neck by a dog. His head drooped to one side. After Han Sha'er was cured, he was filled with emotion. Physical diseases can be cured.
Can the disease of poverty be cured? They have grown up, are they destined to be thieves all their lives? Their "grandfather" and "dad" have both passed away. If the poor are poor and the place is poor, it is difficult for them to find a housewife and they still have to support them."
"Grandma" and mother--when I remembered the time I made trouble with Little Fatty, I couldn't help but feel guilty, so I thought about how to find a regular job for them.
Gou Shiyun also came with his disciples who had old injuries. Jing Dezhen paid the tuition fee, and Jing Tianzhi's martial arts training was finally settled. The fire prisoner sat guard, which made Han Shaer's spine shiver, and he did not dare to be careless for a moment.
, until I left, fortunately, no flaws were exposed.
In the evening, on the pretext of digesting food, Han Shaer went out of the village, wandered around a few familiar places, and finally came to his family cemetery. After kowtowing, he knelt in front of Han Xiucao's grave and murmured: "Grandpa, Shaer is not sure
Are you a biological grandfather? If you treat Fool like a grandson, Fool will regard you as a biological grandfather. Grandpa, rest in peace. Fool met Qibo, the god of medicine hanging in our hall, and learned from it.
With the Great Sage's acupuncture and more medicinal herbs, our family's medical skills are still unmatched in the world! Don't worry, Fool will find his father and take care of his younger brothers and sisters..." Kneeling in front of his mother's grave, he burst into tears.
: "Mother, mother, the old bastard Jia Haoren is dead. My son couldn't kill him with his own hands. My son will definitely find out who caused the poison and cut the bastard into pieces!"
It was a quiet night. A few dozen steps away, a black shadow fell from the tree. Han Shaer was alert and rushed towards him, trying to capture him——
The black shadow did not hide, but objected to him and scolded: "You are a bad idiot! Pretend, see if I don't cut off your ears!"