"It hurts! My head hurts so much it's almost splitting!"
Song Chengen held his head in his hands, big beads of sweat dripping down his face, and even because of the pain, his body was shaking like chaff.
The faces of the people in the room suddenly changed. If this continues, Song Chengen may be hurt to death.
Song Jing stepped forward, grabbed Huang Zheng's collar, and said through gritted teeth: "You quack, what did you do to my grandfather?
Come up with a solution quickly, otherwise you won’t even be able to leave Licheng City!”
Threat! At the same time, Song Jing was telling the truth.
Maybe the Huang family of Baiyitang has quite a lot of connections and influence, but in this one-third of an acre of land in Licheng, what can Huang Zheng do to fight with the Song family?
Huang Zheng's expression changed, and he quickly ran over to check Song Chengen's pulse. However, his pulse was intermittently up and down, which was very strange.
"I...I have never seen this kind of pulse condition before, and I don't know how to diagnose and treat it!" Huang Zheng wiped the sweat from his head and could only answer truthfully.
"Haha, the Hundred Medical Hall is well-known in China, and we admire it! It's just that in your generation, the medical skills are very common."
Huang Zheng's face turned red with shame, but he was speechless.
Ren Yun sneered, and then said to Wen Qinghua on the side: "Dean Wen, since Song Jing has issued an order to expel guests, let's go back!"
Song Jing repeatedly tried to drive away Ren Yun and Wen Qinghua. It was pointless to stay any longer, so Wen Qinghua followed Ren Yun.
"Little miraculous doctor, I am... I am in so much pain that I hope you can save my life!"
At this time, Song Chengen weakly shouted to Ren Yun, but Song Jing did not forget to say to his grandfather: "Grandpa, even Dr. Huang from Baiyitang can't cure your disease. He is a wild man from a mountain village..."
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Before Song Jing could finish his words, Song Chengen staggered to his feet and kicked him.
What does this grandson mean? Baiyitang is unable to do anything about his symptoms, so all he can do is wait for death?
Being supported by the left and right, Song Chengen came to Ren Yun and said respectfully: "Little miracle doctor, I hope you..."
"Master Song, I came to the Song family this time just to treat you!" Ren Yun was not impatient, glanced at Song Jing and said: "It's just that your well-behaved and sensible grandson keeps trying to drive me away!
Master Song! I’m so heartbroken, today I have no choice but to do nothing to save you!"
"Good boy, can you save my grandpa? Then take action quickly!" Song Jing rushed up again and threatened: "You'd better think carefully, if you offend my Song family..."
"Kneel down!"
Song Chengen shouted softly.
Song Jing still stared at Ren Yun and said: "My grandfather asked you to kneel down, but you are still stunned..."
"I want you to kneel down!" Song Cheng'en almost fainted from the pain and said through gritted teeth: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Ren... If you keep talking nonsense, I will expel you from the Song family!"
"Grandpa...I...I kneel!"
The head of a wealthy family has absolute majesty. Now that Song Chengen had spoken, Song Jing did not dare to refute, so he had to kneel in front of Ren Yun.
"Master Song, come to your seat quickly... I will give you acupuncture!"
Song Chengen's condition was not likely to kill him originally. But the heart-wrenching pain could really kill him to death.
Without further ado, Ren Yun took out the silver needle and immediately applied it to Song Chengen.
After Ren Yun administered a few injections, Song Chengen gradually relaxed, breathing heavily as if he were surviving a disaster, and his face became rosy.
"Master Song, how do you feel?"
"Much better!" Song Chengen smiled weakly and asked Ren Yun: "Little miracle doctor, has my disease been completely cured?"
"It's just a temporary stop!"
Song Chengen's expression changed, and he frowned and asked, "Does the little miracle doctor have a cure?"
"Of course it does! And the method is very simple!"
Ren Yun smiled, then focused on the walnuts that Song Chengen was playing with, and said: "The reason why the head of the Song family has a headache is that the problem is with these walnuts!"
What? The problem arises with this pair of walnuts? Everyone looked at each other, confused.
"Master Song, can you lend me this pair of walnuts?" Taking the walnuts from Song Chengen, Ren Yun continued: "If I'm not mistaken, these pair of Wenwan walnuts are lion heads with unicorn patterns.
It has been passed down since the time of Emperor Kangxi."
"That's right! Not only does the little miracle doctor have excellent medical skills, he also has good eyesight!"
Song Chengen's eyes lit up. Almost no one could tell the origin of this pair of Wenwan walnuts at a glance.
Song Jing had already gotten up from the ground and said impatiently: "Ren Yun, don't pretend to be a fool! What does my grandfather's headache have to do with these walnuts?"
"Of course it's related!" Ren Yun explained: "This pair of walnuts were originally buried as funerary objects, and they were acquired by the head of the Song family as soon as they were unearthed!
The various bacteria carried on the walnuts directly entered the body of the Song family... Fortunately, the Song family did not play with it for a short time. If it had been longer, the Song family's life would have been threatened!"
Song Chengen's condition was similar to that of Han Yuqing's grandfather. They both left dead people's things behind and their bodies were contaminated with bacteria.
Concerning his condition, Song Chengen did not dare to ignore it, and immediately said to the people around him: "Come here, smash this pair of Wenwan walnuts!"
"Master Song, wait!" Ren Yun stopped him and continued: "Such a good thing, wouldn't it be a pity to smash it?
Might as well dedicate it to the country, they will naturally find a way to make these walnuts clean!"
After thinking about it for a moment, Song Chengen agreed, dedicating it to the country would be a good idea.
Without saying much, Ren Yun and Wen Qinghua prepared to leave.
At this time, Song Chengen said: "Little miracle doctor, I have already promised that whoever can cure my disease will receive tens of millions of medical fees!
Give me a card number and I..."
"Haha! Head of the Song family, if it's for money, I'm afraid you won't be able to please me!
Tens of millions of medical fees... The Song family is indeed a big spender!
But in Ren Yun's eyes, there is no difference between this and a dollar falling on the ground.
Ren Yun would pick up the dollar, but it would have no effect.
"Haha, that's interesting!" Song Chengen laughed twice and asked Ren Yun: "Since the little miracle doctor is not interested in money, what do you need? Make a request!"
"Require?"
Ren Yun thought about it for a moment, but he really couldn't think of anything that the Song family needed to do.
As he walked towards the door, Ren Yun said: "I owe you the debt for now. When I need it, it won't be too late to find the Master of the Song family!"
How much power can a first-class family in a small town have?
Ren Yun and Wen Qinghua had not been away for a while, when an old man about the same age as Song Chengen walked up to him.
"My master, I can't find out who Mr. Ren is... I just heard that Wang Fugui respects him very much!"
"Oh? A person that even Wang Fugui respects... the little miracle doctor is not an easy person!"
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