Mr. Song was startled, then stretched out his hand, wanting to do it.
Ren Yun suddenly grabbed Mr. Song's hand, and suddenly an old man came down from upstairs and shouted: "Stop... Jing'er, don't be rude to the miracle doctor!"
The old man who walked downstairs had fair hair and a childlike face, full of energy. He had a calm smile on his face and had the calm temperament of a superior person.
Ren Yun looked him up and down. This old man should be Song Chengen, the head of the Song family!
"Boy, why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear my grandpa say stop? Let go..."
"Crack!"
Young Master Song, that is, Song Jing, was still talking, but Ren Yun immediately slapped him in the face.
boom!
As Ren Yun moved his hand, everyone including Song Chengen, Wen Qinghua and others were stunned.
He...he actually made a move in the Song family? What is the difference between this kid's act of committing suicide?
You should know that the Song family has a large population. Song Chengen has eight sons and 23 grandsons.
But among these descendants, Song Chengen's favorite was Song Jing!
"You...you dare to hit me?" Song Jing covered his face, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Yes, isn't it strange?" Ren Yun smiled brilliantly and said, "Song Gong, you seem to have made a mistake about something. He is your grandfather, not mine. Why should I listen to him?"
There is still a sentence in Ren Yun's heart that he has not said out loud. Even if he is his own grandfather, Ren Yun has not heard of him a few times.
"Someone is coming..."
"Jinger, don't you listen to what I say? You're so rude!"
Seeing that Song Jing was about to call someone, Song Chengen frowned and shouted softly.
Song Jing gritted his teeth and glanced at Ren Yun. He did not dare to refute his grandfather's words, so he lowered his head and took a step back.
It's not that Song Cheng'en isn't angry, it's just that this kid dared to beat someone in the Song family, so he might have something to rely on.
In addition, Song Chengen is suffering from a strange illness. Although this boy is young, he is so arrogant. Maybe he has some real ability.
"Master Song, I'm really sorry, I was so unreasonable just now!" Ren Yun looked at Song Chengen and said, "It's just that your grandson is very arrogant!
When Dean Wen is old and your grandson calls him by his first name, do you think he should be taught a lesson?"
Part of the reason why Ren Yun insisted on giving Song Jing a slap was because of his attitude towards Wen Qinghua.
Wen Qinghua was someone Ren Yun admired, and he was so busy working for the Song family. How could Song Jing be so arrogant?
"Haha, little miracle doctor, please sit down!"
Song Chengen laughed dryly and changed the topic.
After a brief pause, Song Chengen asked Ren Yun: "Little miracle doctor, has Tsinghua University told you about my condition? I wonder if you can cure it?"
Ren Yun was about to speak, but Song Jing on the side spoke first: "Grandpa, you don't dare to let these quack doctors diagnose and treat your condition casually!
I invited Huang Zheng, the young master of Baiyitang, for you... Haha, I said Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, Doctor Huang is here!"
Before Song Jing finished speaking, he saw two people walking in, led by servants of the Song family.
Among the people walking in front, he was similar in age to Ren Yun and Song Jing. He was probably Huang Zheng from Baiyi Hall. Behind him, there was a person carrying a medicine box, who was obviously Huang Zheng's entourage.
"Thank you, Doctor Huang!"
"Master Song, you're welcome! I'm on good terms with Young Master Song, and I will do my best to treat you!"
Even Song Chengen nodded when he saw Huang Zheng.
After all, Baiyitang is well-known in China and has a great reputation. If you want to invite the direct descendants of Baiyitang, you don't have to be rich to do so.
If they had known that Song Jing could invite Huang Zheng, the Song family would not have invited anyone else to diagnose and treat Song Chengen.
Song Jing held his head high, glanced at Ren Yun, and said to Song Chengen: "Grandpa, Doctor Huang will take action personally, so let the irrelevant people leave!"
"Yeah!" After thinking for a while, Song Chengen said to the people around him: "Go and get 200,000 cash from the little miracle doctor, Dean Wen, don't let them go in vain!"
Song Chengen recorded the incident of Ren Yun beating his grandson.
However, one code leads to another, and the Song family never orders people in vain.
Wen Qinghua took a step forward, bent down and said: "Master Song, Baiyi Hall has superb medical skills...but Mr. Ren is a miracle doctor in this world. It is better for your condition to be diagnosed and treated by Mr. Ren."
"No need!" At this time, Huang Zheng from Baiyi Tang sneered and said very conceitedly: "There is no need! If Baiyi Tang takes action, where can there be patients who cannot be cured?
Let the irrelevant people go! I already knew about Master Song’s condition before he came here, and the medicine will naturally cure it!"
After saying this, Huang Zheng immediately said to Song Chengen: "Master Song, I will treat you now!"
"Dr. Huang, I'm afraid it won't work now!" Song Chengen gave a wry smile and said, "I have checked in various major hospitals, and all the indicators are completely normal. There is no doubt that my body is like a normal person.
Maybe I can only see the symptoms when I have a headache?"
"It's so strange?"
Huang Zheng couldn't help but be startled. Before he came, he only knew that Song Chengen had a headache, but he didn't know much about his real condition.
Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking and feeling. Huang Zheng took Song Chengen's pulse and found that there was indeed nothing wrong with his body.
Huang Zheng could only smile bitterly and said: "Master Song, I don't know when your headache will occur!"
"Doctor Huang, don't worry!" Ren Yun stood aside and said, "At sunset, in about half an hour, Master Song's illness will attack!"
"I'm asking the Master of the Song family, where do I need your answer? Haha, in front of my Hundred Medical Hall, do you still dare to pretend to be a miracle doctor?"
"Doctor Huang, please be patient! What this little miracle doctor said makes sense!" Song Chengen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but ask: "Little miracle doctor, how do you know when my headache will occur?"
"At sunset, people will be in a state of excitement. At that time, the deficiency fire will rise, causing qi and blood to be injected, which is most likely to cause headaches!"
Song Chengen nodded appreciatively, while Huang Zheng groaned and looked unhappy.
Even Song Jing stared at Ren Yun with squinted eyes. There was a miracle doctor from the Hundred Medical Hall here, so why should he show off?
Sure enough, when the sun went down, Song Chengen, who had been moving freely, looked increasingly ugly. He covered his head with one hand, and big beads of sweat flowed down.
Huang Zheng hurriedly diagnosed Song Chengen. After checking his pulse, he said: "Master Song, it's just an ordinary migraine. I will give you acupuncture now."
Without further ado, Huang Zheng took the medicine box from his entourage and quickly administered the acupuncture to Song Chengen.
The Baiyitang is well-deserved for its reputation. Half an hour later, after this set of acupuncture was completed, the painful expression on Song Chengen's face was obviously relieved.
"Doctor Huang is indeed a direct disciple of Baiyi Hall. He is indeed very powerful... My head feels much lighter!"
"Haha! Master Song is so polite, it's just a little effort!"
Huang Zheng laughed twice and then acupunctured Song Chengen.
Song Jing glanced at Ren Yun with disgust and snorted: "Why don't you leave? My grandfather's illness has been cured by Dr. Huang, what are you going to do if you stay?"
"Haha, I don't think so!"
"ah!"
Ren Yun sneered, and almost at the same time, Song Chengen held his head and screamed...