Li Jianlu still wanted to retain Nielsen, but he got in the car and left in a hurry!
He has more important things to do, which is to identify the acupoints on the human body in the shortest possible time.
Ren Yun and Wen Qinghua paid no attention to Li Jianlu, and they also wanted to leave in a car. But Li Jianlu stopped Ren Yun, bowed first, and said respectfully: "Mr. Ren, I am short-sighted, please take it for Uncle Wen's sake."
Come on, please heal my father’s hands!”
"Dean Wen, I seem to be giving you a lot of face!"
"Not bad!" Wen Qinghua nodded, and said with a cold face: "You have given me a great deal of face. I am quite old, but I don't want to be shameless!
And I just told Jin Zhu that I have no shame in asking you to take action again!"
Wen Qinghua witnessed with his own eyes that one word from Ren Yun could make Qian Cheng, the former vice president of Licheng City, step down. This shows how powerful Ren Yun's background is!
Ren Yun promised Wen Qinghua to treat his old friend, and Wen Qinghua was already grateful. It was the Li family and his son who kicked Ren Yun out first, and now he thinks of Wen Qinghua? But he has no shame to continue to talk to Ren Yun.
"Son, where is the Western doctor you invited? Dad can't wait!"
At this time, Li Jinzhu walked out of the villa with trembling hands.
Li Jianlu did not dare to hide anything and told what happened. Lowering his head, Li Jianlu said with shame: "Dad, it's all my fault..."
"Crack!"
Although Li Jinzhu was old, he had a hot temper and slapped Li Jianlu in the face.
"You...do you want to kill me?" Li Jinzhu's hands were trembling more and more seriously. He walked tremblingly to Ren Yun and said in a low voice: "Little friend, can you treat my hands?
"
"Yes! It only takes nine injections and you can be cured within five minutes!"
"Great, great! My little friend, please sit inside the room. I will never doubt your medical skills again!"
After speaking, Li Jinzhu took Ren Yun's hand and was about to go back to his villa. But Ren Yun shook him off unceremoniously and said coldly: "Why?"
Li Jinzhu is indeed a national treasure in the world of calligraphy and painting, but what does this have to do with Ren Yun?
If Ren Yun doesn't want to treat him, who in this world can force Ren Yun to take action?
Looking at Li Jinzhu, Ren Yun continued: "Mr. Li, if your son hadn't blocked it, you could hold the paintbrush with both hands now!
Therefore, your son will bear all the consequences!"
"Li Jianlu...you...you have ruined me! If I can't paint, what's the point of living...if I'm alive? It's better to be dead!"
"Dad!" Li Jianlu regretted it so much that he ran to Ren Yun again and said with an urgent but cautious expression: "Mr. Ren, it's all my fault and has nothing to do with my father!
Please treat my father, and I have no objection to punishing me however you want!"
Hey, he is still a man, and he has some filial piety.
Ren Yun became somewhat interested, crossed his arms and said, "Okay, Li Jianlu, I'll give you a chance! My shoes are dirty, can you clean them for me?"
"good!"
Without any hesitation, Li Jianlu immediately bent down. But Ren Yun took a step back and said with a smile: "Li Jianlu, you are not sincere! If you are really serious, you should kneel down and use your tongue to lick my penis."
Licking your shoes clean!”
"you……"
Li Jianlu was startled, then became furious!
This guy is just humiliating people!
And Li Jianlu has always been a very conceited and arrogant person. Not to mention kneeling down to others, he has never even said soft words to others.
But when he looked back at his father, whose hands were trembling, all Li Jianlu's anger disappeared.
Painting seems to be Li Jinzhu's destiny. He can't even hold the brush tightly, fearing that he will be depressed and have only a few years to live.
Thinking of this, Li Jianlu finally gave up. He lowered his head and said feebly: "Mr. Ren, I am responsible for myself. I...I kneel!"
His knees softened, and Li Jianlu slowly knelt towards the ground.
Seeing that Li Jianlu's knees were about to touch the ground, a pair of big hands supported him and said: "Brother Li, I was just joking with you, how can I let you kneel on me?
I will treat Mr. Li immediately!"
"Mr. Ren...Ren..."
Li Jianlu looked at Ren Yun, his eyes were a little red.
"Brother Li, don't underestimate young people in the future... Of course, there is no problem in guarding against scammers!"
"No, Mr. Ren, I will never do it again!"
Li Jianlu's filial piety moved Ren Yun. Ren Yun had some respect for Li Jianlu, so naturally he wouldn't really ask him to kneel down!
After returning to the room, Ren Yun first sterilized the silver needle and then immediately treated Li Jinzhu.
"Mr. Li, what do you think?"
"My hands seem to have stopped shaking!"
After Ren Yun finished setting up the needle, Li Jinzhu stood up hurriedly and walked to the cutting board where he was painting. Picking up a brush, Li Jinzhu drew a lifelike tiger on a piece of white paper.
"Mr. Li is indeed a famous figure in the world of calligraphy and painting. This painting is very popular... especially the tiger's tail, which is a stroke of genius!"
"Oh? Mr. Ren, do you still have some research on painting?"
Li Jinzhu's casual strokes were naturally not perfect. However, Li Jianlu was also impressed by the tiger's tail painted by his father, but he did not expect that Ren Yun could also see the beauty of this painting.
"Know a thing or two!"
Of course, Ren Yun's painting level cannot be compared with that of Li Jinzhu and Li Jianlu. But Ren Yun has also studied painting for several years, and at least he is much better than students from ordinary calligraphy and painting schools.
Li Jianlu was overjoyed, as if he had met a confidant, and was about to have an in-depth conversation with Ren Yun, but then Li Jinzhu threw away his brush and shouted almost crazily: "Haha, my hands are healed! My hands are healed!"
I have a lot of inspiration in the past three years, and I can present them one by one!"
He was so excited that Li Jinzhu shed tears. Painting was Li Jinzhu's destiny. If he couldn't paint, he would be like a zombie alive.
"My little friend!" Li Jinzhu grabbed Ren Yun's hand again and said with tears: "You are my benefactor and my living parents! How...how can I repay you?"
"Mr. Li, you are serious!"
"No, I have to repay you...build the road and transfer one million to my friend!"
"Mr. Li, if I am doing it for money, then we may not have the chance to meet!"
Ren Yun hates talking about money with others. Anyway, no one has as much money as him.
"Dad, please stop saying a few words!" After all, Li Jianlu was young and his brain reacted much faster. He could see that money had no attraction for Ren Yun. Li Jianlu rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Ren, if you come back empty-handed
, my dad is afraid that he will not feel at ease.
I have a way to reassure my dad, but I wonder if Mr. Ren is interested in playing with it?"