As soon as Mr. Qian opened his eyelids in a coma, he saw a young man standing in front of him and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"
"I am……"
Before Ye Qiu finished speaking, Qian Jinglan came to the bed and asked with concern: "Dad, are you okay?"
"Jinglan!"
Mr. Qian's eyes lit up, and he murmured: "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Qian Jinglan grabbed Mr. Qian's hand and said with red eyes: "Dad, you are not dreaming, I am really Jinglan."
"Jinglan, is it really you? Are you back?"
"I'm back, Dad, and I will never leave you again."
Mr. Qian was very excited and sat up.
Mr. Qian stroked Qian Jinglan's head and said, "Jinglan, I'm sorry. It was all my fault back then. I shouldn't have kicked you out of the house. I was wrong."
"No, it was all my fault back then." Qian Jinglan was so moved that she burst into tears.
She knew her father too well. This rigid old man had never apologized before, but now he actually said sorry to her. It was obvious that he felt really guilty.
"Dad, let the past be bygones. Am I not coming back now? By the way, this is your grandson, Ye Qiu."
Qian Jinglan winked at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu respectfully shouted: "Grandpa!"
Mr. Qian took a serious look at Ye Qiu and said, "Jinglan, your son is so majestic and heroic, with a heroic brow, he will become a great man."
Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Grandpa has good eyesight."
"You kid, why are you talking to your grandpa?" Qian Jinglan glared at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu shrugged and said to himself, I'm just telling the truth.
Mr. Qian smiled and turned around, only to realize that there were many people in the room. He only knew his family and Governor Han and others, but he did not know the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine.
However, Mr. Qian lived to this age and had a vicious eye. He noticed that Zhang Jiuling and the others were extraordinary at a glance, so he asked: "Jinglan, I wonder who these three are?"
Ye Qiu said: "Grandpa, these three are Li Chunfeng, the master of pharmacology, Nie Xueliang, the master of orthopedics, and Zhang Jiuling, the king of acupuncture."
"The three seniors are all masters of Chinese medicine."
"They are here to treat you."
I see.
Mr. Qian bowed his hands to the three holy hands of traditional Chinese medicine and said: "The three holy hands are about to rot, and their time is running out. It is really the sin of the old men to alert the three holy hands to come here in person."
"Mr. Qian, you are a famous scholar all over the world. It is our honor to treat you." Zhang Jiuling said with a smile.
"You are so polite." Mr. Qian said gratefully, "Thank you for curing me."
Li Chunfeng smiled and said: "Mr. Qian, it was not the three of us who cured you, but someone else."
"Oh?" Mr. Qian was stunned: "I wonder which miracle doctor cured me?"
"This miracle doctor is standing in front of you." Nie Xuexue smiled.
When Mr. Qian took a look, there were only Qian Jinglan and Ye Qiu in front of him.
Qian Jinglan doesn't have medical skills, and Mr. Qian knows this, so Ye Qiu is the only one left.
"Could it be you who cured me?" Mr. Qian looked at Ye Qiu with some disbelief.
Ye Qiu nodded with a smile.
It’s really him!
Mr. Qian was shocked.
Zhang Jiuling said from the side: "Mr. Qian, you don't know something. Ye Qiu's medical skills are very good. He is no weaker than our three masters of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Really?"
Mr. Qian didn't quite believe it. After all, Ye Qiu was too young. No matter how great his medical skills were, how great could he be?
"Lao Zhang is wrong." Li Chunfeng suddenly said.
Mr. Qian thought to himself, I knew that Zhang Jiuling didn't tell the truth. He probably saw that I had just woken up, so he wanted to make me happy.
However, what Li Chunfeng said next left Mr. Qian stunned.
"Lao Zhang just said that Ye Qiu's medical skills are no weaker than the three of us, but in my opinion, Ye Qiu's medical skills are far better than the three of us."
As soon as Li Chunfeng finished speaking, Nie Xueliang also said: "I think Lao Li is right."
"Take Mr. Qian as an example. The three of us were helpless about your condition. Fortunately, Ye Qiu took action and cured you."
"Ye Qiu's medical skills are indeed better than the three of us."
Zhang Jiuling followed: "I feel ashamed to say that everyone calls me the King of Acupuncture, but in real terms, Ye Qiu's acupuncture skills are more than a hundred times better than mine."
Mr. Qian's eyes swept over the faces of the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine and found that the three of them looked serious and did not seem to be telling lies.
Could it be that his grandson is really a miracle doctor?
Mr. Qian asked: "Jinglan, are what they said true?"
Before Qian Jinglan could reply, Ye Qiu said: "Grandpa, the three seniors are being modest. Don't listen to them."
Li Chunfeng said sternly: "Mr. Qian, we are not modest. Your grandson is truly a medical genius rare in a century. Maybe it won't be long before he becomes the first medical sage in three hundred years."
Medical Saint!
Hearing these two words, Mr. Qian was shocked.
The medical saint represents the highest achievement of traditional Chinese medicine. China has not produced a medical saint for three hundred years. If your grandson can become a medical saint, it will be a supreme honor.
Nie Xuedian nodded and said: "Xiaoye only needs to defeat four Chinese medical saints to become a medical saint. The three of us can't compare to Xiaoye, so it depends on Xu Liu."
Zhang Jiuling laughed and said: "Xu Liu, this old guy, has a weird temper. He has lived in seclusion for many years and has not left the mountain. I really want to find a chance for Xiaoye to defeat him."
Ye Qiu's eyes flashed.
Defeating the four masters of Chinese medicine can lead to the title of medical saint, which sounds quite exciting.
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "Three seniors, if you praise me like this again, I will be embarrassed."
Mr. Qian glanced at everyone and asked, "Where is that unfilial son Qian Bowen?"
In an instant, the lively scene can be heard.
"Where is Qian Bowen?" Mr. Qian said to Qian Weidong: "Weidong, call me Qian Bowen right away."
Ye Qiu quickly changed the subject and said: "Grandpa, you have just woken up, so you should let the three seniors check your body first!"
The three masters of traditional Chinese medicine naturally understood Ye Qiu's intention. Regardless of whether Mr. Qian agreed or not, they stepped forward one after another and began to examine Mr. Qian's body.
Twenty minutes later.
Physical examination completed.
The three Chinese medical saints were shocked again. When they first arrived, Mr. Qian was already dying, but after Ye Qiu's treatment, he had recovered.
It can be said that it is a miracle!
Ding--
Suddenly, Zhang Jiuling's cell phone rang.
He took out his phone and looked at it, and found that it was a text message. He opened it and glanced at it, and his face suddenly became solemn.
"Lao Li, Lao Nie, Xiao Ye, come here and take a look. Someone wants to cause trouble for us."
Zhang Jiuling handed the phone to the three of them.
Li Chunfeng read out the content of the text message while reading:
"I have heard that China is a vast country with vast resources, outstanding people, and many masters of traditional Chinese medicine. I have longed for it, so I decided to challenge China's four major masters of traditional Chinese medicine and Ye Qiu of Jiangzhou Hospital on the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Victory leads to life; defeat leads to death."
"Do you dare to respond?——Lee Chung-hee, the Korean Medical Saint!"
