"Huangkou Xiaoer, who among you here has not saved countless lives and has made immeasurable merits?" A well-known imperial doctor who came from the capital quickly took two steps forward and pointed at the bridge of Wang Luo's nose.
"Saved countless lives? Have you asked Mr. Yuan or Mr. Zhong? What a meritorious person, I think you are simply arrogant. Do you know what cancer is? What is a virus?" Wang Luo turned around and forced the imperial doctor to retreat step by step.
said.
"Aren't you just an imperial physician? Tell me this? X-rays are enough for you to study for a century." Wang Luo snorted coldly in his heart.
"you……"
"Who are these Mr. Yuan and Mr. Zhong? I've never heard of them."
"Maybe this kid just made it up."
Wang Luo didn't pay attention to the group of people. Zhu Yelang, who was walking beside him, also had a gray nose and a dirty face. He couldn't come up and say a few words. After all, he was here for his grandfather, so he had to pretend that he didn't know anything.
, silent.
Wang Luo saw what Zhu Yelang was thinking, so he stopped worrying about anything and followed Zhu Yelang straight in.
After Wang Luo left, some taunts could not help but come from around him.
"I want to take a closer look at how much this kid weighs, huh!"
"Wait and see! Young master, too. A quack magician was found from nowhere. He was so sick that he sought medical treatment."
Wang Luo, led by Zhu Yelang, quickly arrived at Mr. Zhu's room.
It was noon, and the sun was overflowing. There were mottled lights and shadows cast into the room through the window, and Mr. Zhu was lying quietly on the bed.
Breathing is even, and although the complexion is not very good, it is not the worst.
I wish the old man was born with a heroic and martial appearance. Even though he is fast asleep, he can't hide his domineering aura.
"Dare I ask if Mr. Zhu has always been like this?" Wang Luo asked.
Zhu Yelang shook his head gently: "I will sleep all the time during the day and basically won't wake up. But I will wake up for two hours late at night, full of energy, and seem to be fine. But I will wake up occasionally and feel a headache.
I feel like my brain is about to explode. Grandpa said it happens a few days a month."
Wang Luo nodded, walked gently to the bed and sat down.
The key reason why Guanju was cured by Wang Luo was that all the symptoms were too obvious, and he happened to have this dose of symptomatic medicine on hand.
But how can I save people and treat their illnesses? It’s like a blind cat meets a dead mouse.
Wang Luo fell into deep thought for a while and fell into a dilemma.
"Young Master Luo, is grandpa sick?" Zhu Yelang asked cautiously.
Wang Luo sighed, stood up, and walked around alone in the room.
After half a stick of incense, Wang Luo asked: "Every time I wake up, will the weather be very good on the days when I have an attack, with no wind or rain?"
Zhu Yelang's face was filled with joy: "Young Master Luo, I knew you were a capable person. Not many people noticed this. You were right. Every time grandpa wakes up, it's raining and thundering. It's that endless rain.
Things are normal. One time I woke up and the moon was shining brightly. I wanted to accompany my grandpa to enjoy the moon, but suddenly I felt pain. Mr. Luo, please help my grandpa."
"I wish you good rewards for your family!" After Zhu Yelang finished speaking, he made a gesture of bowing.
He was stopped by Wang Luo on the side: "I can't bear it. Don't worry, I will definitely save you if you can. But now there are a few issues that I have to explain clearly to you."
"First of all, I wish the old man's disease may be caused by something growing in his head. I don't know exactly what it is yet, and I don't know what kind of harm it is." Wang Luo stretched out a finger.
"Secondly, we now need a knife and a few needles, but the prerequisites are the sharpest in the world."
"Third... give me some time!"
Wang Luo finished speaking in one breath.
"Brother Luo, as long as I can cure grandpa, I'm willing to do anything." Zhu Yelang's name for Wang Luo had changed invisibly.
Wang Luo turned around, smiled, and patted Zhu Yelang on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm here."
The two of them were silent all the way. Zhu Yelang led Wang Luo through the side courtyard to the back door to avoid suspicion.
Before Wang Luo left, Zhu Yelang hesitated again and again: "Brother Luo!"
"Is something wrong?" Wang Luo turned around.
"Haha, no... I'm just curious. I want to know how I figured it out and came back? It's not that I won't help."
Wang Luo let out a big breath and stretched his body: "I wish you all the best, I'm a good man."
"And I, Wang Luo, am also a good person!"
"Good people should be rewarded, right?" Wang Luo grinned heartily.
"I see!"
Wang Luo ignored it and walked along the mottled alley towards the palace.
In the Prince's Mansion of Wuling City, a young man dressed in elegant blue with an embroidery of two tigers fighting was pacing back and forth in the study. The jade pendant hanging around his waist made a crisp clanging sound, making a "ding-ding" sound.
"My ancestor hasn't come back yet, I'm so worried!"
This person is none other than Zhao Qianshu, the son of the Zhao family.
Zhao Qianshu, who had been wandering around the house all afternoon in sorrow, couldn't bear it any longer. He strode out the door and shouted: "Wang Beichen, when will Brother Luo come back? You sent someone, please let me
You've been waiting all afternoon, are you looking for death?"
Wang Beichen, who was hiding in the south courtyard, was sweating. How could his stupid brother become Zhao Qianshu's brother? Why don't you call me brother?
"Zhao Qianshu, what are you yelling about? Why are you calling me? Who is your Brother Luo?" Wang Luo, who was leisurely returning from a leisurely stroll, happened to encounter this scene.
"Ancestor, my dear Brother Luo, I'm glad you've come back." Zhao Qianshu looked attentive and almost threw himself on the ground, allowing Wang Luo to step over and trot over with his hunched body.
Wang Luo kicked Zhao Qianshu away: "Go away, Master, I'm in a good mood today and I don't have time to spend time with you."
"Brother Luo, from now on you are my elder brother. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west. If you ask me to go up the mountain of swords, I will never go down to the sea of fire. I will fight wherever you tell me. Just follow my brother Luo's arrangements.
"Zhao Qianshu was not unhappy at all after being kicked. On the contrary, he was very happy.
Wang Luo couldn't figure out what was wrong with Zhao Qianshu, so he simply hid a few steps to the side: "Okay, okay, tell me quickly, what do you want from me? Are you here to pay us back again?"
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"What's the point of paying back? I'm here to give money to my brother." After Zhao Qianshu finished speaking, he was about to take something out from his arms. Gulu circled around and pulled Wang Luo into the study on the side.
Then he took out the gold money from his pocket and said, "Brother, these are all to honor you."
Wang Luo looked Zhao Qianshu up and down, and then looked at the golden money: "Zhao Qianshu, no reward for no merit, are you crazy? What kind of money are you giving me? Is it possible that your father is about to die too?"
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"Hey, brother Luo, what are you talking about? My father is fine." Zhao Qianshu spat to the side several times.