Jiang Xiaofan took a serious look at Zhong Yue and found that he didn't seem so annoying anymore.
One stone can be worth a seven-digit consultation fee. If it were anyone else, it would be too late to be happy. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yue would persuade him instead.
Jiang Xiaofan grinned and said: "If I don't want to change it, I want this stone. I like this shape."
"All right."
Seeing that Jiang Xiaofan had made up his mind, Zhong Yue led the way towards the second floor of the villa.
"Hmph, I want to see how you deceive people." Liu Taixiong hesitated in the hall, then followed Jiang Xiaofan and others upstairs again.
Arriving at the second floor of the villa, Zhong Yue opened the door of an antique room.
Jiang Xiaofan stepped into the room and found that the decoration inside was simple and elegant, which was completely inconsistent with the luxurious villa. There was even a wooden mannequin placed in the corner.
It can be seen that Mr. Zhong is very obsessed with martial arts training.
"This is my father." Zhong Yue pointed at the old man on the bed and said.
Jiang Xiaofan walked straight to the bed and saw an old man over sixty years old lying quietly.
His brows and eyes bore the majesty of a superior, but his face was as yellow as if it were coated with a layer of wax, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
Jiang Xiaofan only took one look and concluded that Mr. Zhong might not have much time left.
"Director Zhong, I advise you to think carefully. Although Mr. Zhong is unconscious now, he can barely survive for some time with my injections and medicine. If some people mess around, there will be any consequences.
None of them are responsible." Liu Taixiong suddenly said.
When he saw Jiang Xiaofan preparing to treat him, he was so unwilling that he couldn't help but step forward.
"This..." Zhong Yue suddenly fell into a dilemma. He knew that Liu Taixiong was telling the truth. Although his father's life or death was uncertain in the future, at least he was a living person now.
Just now, Jiang Xiaofan said something about his stubborn problem, so he was so hot-headed that he invited him over. But now that he was standing in front of his father, his heart started beating again.
Jiang Xiaofan felt a little unhappy and sneered: "You yourself are a quack doctor and you don't want others to save people. Is this the way your master taught you to practice medicine?"
"presumptuous!"
Liu Taixiong was furious: "You, a junior, dare to speak to me like this?"
With his medical skills and reputation, not only everyone in Jinyang City was in awe, but at least no one dared to deny him respect. Unexpectedly, the farmer growing medicinal herbs in front of him dared to stop him from coming to Taiwan again and again.
Jiang Xiaofan smelled the smell in the air, then rolled up Mr. Zhong's sleeves to take a look, and said with a smile: "I think your medication and acupuncture are nothing more than that. You didn't even notice Mr. Zhong's illness, and you dared to speak so brazenly.
My identity?"
Liu Taixiong was so angry that he laughed back: "Then tell me, what exactly is Mr. Zhong's disease?"
"Open your eyes and learn, I won't charge you tuition this time."
Jiang Xiaofan said lightly and sat down next to Mr. Zhong without even looking at Liu Taixiong, who was turning blue with anger.
He stretched out his hand and put it on Mr. Zhong's wrist, accurately positioned the position of the Cun Guan ruler, and a diagram of the human body's veins emerged in his mind.
"Humph, you're pretending to be a ghost!" Liu Taixiong sneered.
Five minutes later, Jiang Xiaofan suddenly opened his eyes.
"What happened to my father?" Zhong Yue looked at Jiang Xiaofan nervously.
Jiang Xiaofan said: "I'm obsessed."
"Obsessed?" Upon hearing this unfamiliar word, everyone in the room was confused.
"Nonsense!"
Liu Taixiong scolded angrily, "You don't know how to pretend to understand. Why are you so crazy? Do you think you are a god?"
"Huh, ignorant!"
Jiang Xiaofan sneered and suddenly reached out and slapped Mr. Zhong hard on the chest. Zhong Yue's face changed drastically and it was too late to stop him.
Mr. Zhong's body was shaken, and he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood from his mouth, and sat up straight.
"Father, how are you!" Zhong Yue was shocked and quickly ran over to help Mr. Zhong.
"I'm ready?"
Mr. Zhong was confused for a moment, and suddenly said in surprise: "The blockage on my chest has actually melted away? The meridians are also smooth?"
"Father, are you okay?" Zhong Yue asked in disbelief.
"That's right, I went crazy during my martial arts practice a few days ago and got a blood clot in my chest. Now I can spit out the blood clot and be fine." Mr. Zhong said in a good mood.
He glanced around the room, landed on Liu Taixiong, and said excitedly: "Doctor Liu, are you here to help you clear the congestion?"
"This...I..." Liu Taixiong looked embarrassed.
He just said that Jiang Xiaofan was acting nonsense, but in the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiaofan cured Mr. Zhong.
The key is that he has not improved after a week of treatment, which is undoubtedly a slap in the face.
"Grandpa, it was Jiang Xiaofan who cured you." Xue Wanjun at the side suddenly said.
"Jiang Xiaofan?"
Mr. Zhong looked at Jiang Xiaofan in surprise, and said slightly lost in thought: "You are such a young miracle doctor. I wonder who your master is?"
Jiang Xiaofan grinned and said: "I have medical skills passed down from my ancestors, so I can be considered a barefoot doctor."
Seeing that Jiang Xiaofan was unwilling to say more, Mr. Zhong wisely did not ask any more questions.
He got out of bed, held on to the chair, moved his body, and said with a smile: "Thanks to Jiang Xiaoyou for taking action this time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wake up, old man."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "It's true that Mr. Zhong likes to practice martial arts, but there are problems with the martial arts. The more you practice, the greater the danger. You should pay more attention to this aspect in the future."
"Crack!" The chair under Mr. Zhong suddenly cracked.
Mr. Zhong's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened up. He stared at Jiang Xiaofan and asked, "Jiang Xiaoyou, what do you mean when you say there is something wrong with the practice?"
Jiang Xiaofan thought for a while and explained: "There is a defect in the exercise, or the connection is wrong. However, Director Zhong has the same problem as you. It is probably not the reason for the connection error. The root cause is that there is a problem with the exercise."
Zhong Yue's pupils narrowed and he stared at Jiang Xiaofan. He was extremely shocked. How did Jiang Xiaofan know that he and his father were practicing the same technique?
And he also said that his family’s Kung Fu method was flawed?
How can it be!
Mr. Zhong exhaled slowly and asked in a trembling voice: "Little friend Jiang, what is the basis for your words?"
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "I am a Chinese medicine doctor, so of course I can see the problems of the human body's meridians."
Mr. Zhong was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
Then Jiang Xiaofan added: "And I can repair your skills."
Jiang Xiaofan's light words sounded like thunder in the ears of the Zhong family and his son. They were shocked and stared at Jiang Xiaofan with shocked expressions in their eyes.
"You're talking nonsense!" Zhong Yue was the first to scold him.
"If there is no problem, why would Mr. Zhong go crazy? Why do you have chest pain in the middle of the night?" Jiang Xiaofan hit the nail on the head with his words.
Mr. Zhong and Zhong Yue were immediately stunned.
Mr. Zhong suddenly came back to his senses and said to Liu Taixiong in a serious tone: "Doctor Liu, please come back. I will arrange for someone to pay you the consultation fee."