Han Zhicheng: "The level of foreign universities is higher. If you are so good, it would be a pity not to go. If you have ideas, my uncle can help you. Several of my friends are professors at several top foreign universities."
Wu Bei: "Thank you, uncle. I will definitely ask you for help if necessary."
During the conversation, Wu Bei discovered that Han Zhicheng's forehead was slightly blue, which ordinary people could not see due to lighting problems. This situation reminded him of some kind of illness.
At this time, Mother Han asked: "Xiao Wu, what major do you plan to major in college?"
Wu Bei was thinking about Han Zhicheng's situation and said casually: "Let's study medicine. I really like medical skills."
Han Zhicheng became interested: "Really, do you know medicine?"
Wu Bei nodded: "I taught myself some."
He took the opportunity to say: "Uncle, how about I help you feel your pulse?"
Han Zhicheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'm about to go for a physical examination. Please help me take a look first."
Wu Bei sat over and put his hand on Han Zhicheng's pulse gate. When feeling the pulse, more memories emerged, and he immediately felt that something was wrong with Han Zhicheng's body.
He used his other hand to feel his pulse, and after a few minutes he asked, "Uncle, sometimes he is easily in a trance. One second he was still doing something, but the next second he felt as if he was in another world?"
Han Zhicheng was startled and nodded immediately: "There is such a situation. Especially in the past six months, it happens every day. But I asked a doctor and he said that this situation is normal."
Wu Bei continued to ask: "Do you ever fall into a dream when you go to bed at night and cannot exit until you are awakened by the outside world?"
Han Zhicheng nodded again: "Yes, it happens every three to five days. Xiao Wu, you are such a god, do you know all this?"
Wu Bei: "And uncle has to go to bed after one o'clock in the morning. He couldn't fall asleep no matter what before, unless he took sleeping pills."
Han Zhicheng's expression has become serious: "Xiao Wu, is there something wrong with my body?"
Wu Bei did not answer. He was not very confident in his judgment. After all, he had just possessed these memories, so he said: "Uncle, I'm not sure yet. Tomorrow you go to the hospital to do a head scan, do it more carefully, and see
Let’s see what the doctor says.”
Han Bingyan's face turned pale: "Brother Bei, don't scare me. Just tell me directly, what's wrong with my dad's health?"
Wu Bei was silent for a moment and said: "It may be a brain tumor. It grows deep and there is almost no possibility of surgery. But Bingyan, don't worry. If it is diagnosed, I have a way to treat it."
Han Bingyan was delighted: "Can you cure it? That's great!"
Hearing that he was sick, Han Zhicheng lost all mood and went to the balcony to smoke alone. Han's mother was still not reassured and asked Wu Bei some more about the situation.
At nine-thirty, Wu Bei said goodbye, and Han Bingyan asked the driver to take him home.
When she came back, she found her parents sitting in the living room waiting for her.
"Dad, don't worry. Didn't Wu Bei say that even if you are sick, he can cure it?"
Han Zhicheng looked at his daughter and asked: "Bingyan, Xiao Wu can see the problems with my body at such a young age. If his judgment is right, then he will definitely have a bright future!"
Han Bingyan smiled and said: "He is already very powerful. Dad, do you know what the late stage of Qi training is?"
Han Zhicheng was shocked. He couldn't help but sit up straight and asked: "Later stage of Qi training? What does this have to do with Wu Bei?"
Han Bingyan said: "Because Wu Bei is in the late stage of Qi training."
"What!" Han Zhicheng stood up suddenly, "He is a master of Qi training!"
Han Bingyan nodded: "Yes. We were eating out that day and encountered a bad guy harassing me. Wu Bei just made a little move, and the bad guy was trembling with fear. He said that he didn't know that he was a master in the late stage of Qi training, so he had offended something.
. Later Wu Bei let them go, and they were like lost dogs, running as fast as they wanted."
Han Zhicheng took a deep breath: "Seventeen years old is the late stage of Qi training. This is amazing!"