Qin Feng left Liuxing Pavilion and drove back to Wutong Mansion.
He was not too lost in the matter of issuing cards. If there was no news for 24 hours, he would take action.
When he returned to the mansion, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to healing Jiang Rubing.
After being busy until late at night, Qin Feng woke up from the ringtone of his cell phone on the sofa nearby.
He wiped his hands full of concoction and answered the phone while counting the time.
"Old Qin, I found the person you asked me to inquire for you."
As soon as he opened his mouth, it was Zhang Biao's hoarse voice:
"Ji Shi Medical Center, the owner is Ge Changsheng."
"He is over eighty years old, but he is still alive, and the medical clinic is still operating as usual."
"There is also a granddaughter named Ge Xiaoxian."
"But I didn't practice medicine. I worked as an anchor in a film and television company under the Bai Group."
"The medical center is half-closed and is undergoing demolition, causing constant trouble."
"If you need any help, the Bai family is always available."
He was so busy day and night these days that he didn't even have time to drink.
"No, I'll go by myself tomorrow."
Qin Feng refused: "I will send you two medicines in a while, and you can ask the other side to help you look for them."
"I'll pay you as much as you want. It's best if you give it to me within two days."
He knew that Zhang Biao was working hard, but time was tight and he didn't have enough manpower.
"Okay, I happen to be with the Bai family."
"Just send it to me."
Zhang Biao coughed twice: "Then you go to bed early, I'll be busy here first."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Qin Feng thanked: "I will give you a salary increase when I go back."
Zhang Biao muttered something, but Qin Feng didn't hear it clearly.
He was just happy that Zhang Biao had changed his ways and that it was time to give him a position.
hang up the phone.
"Master Biao, can you?"
A man wearing a designer suit looked at Zhang Biao cautiously.
Zhang Biao put down the phone and glanced around.
There were luxurious boxes, top-notch beauties, countless famous wines, and an old mother standing on one side, and behind her stood a row of beauties who had just entered.
Zhang Biao didn't say anything. He waited until the text message on his phone rang and handed it to the man:
"Xiao Bai, these two medicinal materials must be found within one day."
"Thanks a lot."
He patted the man on the shoulder and left after the man took his cell phone.
He glanced at the nervous faces in the room and grinned:
"Jinling is a good place..."
"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"
"No one is allowed to go back until dawn!"
"okay!"
The old mother beamed with joy, and the silent box was instantly filled with joy...
Qin Feng put down the phone, sighed with emotion that he is a teachable child, and continued to devote himself to healing Jiang Rubing.
Early the next morning, Qin Feng stretched and walked out of the villa.
The air on Wutong Mountain is extremely fresh.
Take a breath into your lungs, and your limbs and bones will become clear.
“It’s a good place.”
Qin Feng took several deep breaths, using the breathing and breathing method to adjust his body functions.
He discovered last night that Wutong Mountain is rich in aura and faces south, forming a pattern of dragon heads gathering energy.
Practicing here will not only get twice the result with half the effort, but will also have a refreshing effect on ordinary people.
"teacher."
Jiang Jian came back from morning practice and respectfully paid Qin Feng his master's greeting.
Qin Feng accepted it calmly: "How is your practice going?"
He completed the Aeolian Legs and taught him a set of Dragon-Wandering Mind Techniques to make the foundation of the Aeolian Legs even more solid.
"I have only reached the second level of cultivation."
Jiang Jian looked guilty: "I failed the teacher's hope."
After being humiliated by Wu Qing that night, he worked hard to get rid of his image as a young master.
It's just that the progress didn't meet expectations, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to fight back when the Decepticons took action that day.
"It's okay, you've only been practicing for less than a month."
“It’s already great to be on the second floor.”
Qin Feng smiled and comforted: "At least at this rate, you can catch up with the strength of the Jiang family leader before you are fifty."
Jiang Jian's face froze.
"But after the martial arts competition is over, I will teach you again. It should be almost the same before you are thirty."
Qin Feng added another sentence.
Jiang Jian was relieved. He wanted to return to Beijing to take revenge. Unless his inner strength was at its peak, he would have no place in Beijing.
"That's right, teacher."
Jiang Jian suddenly heard something:
"In Jinling, there is a branch of my Jiang family."
"Although I am not on the same page as my uncle, I still go to Beijing to pay tribute every year."
"They already know that I came to Jinling, they also know that you are coming, and they also know that the Song family took action and injured Ru Bing."
"They sent an invitation to invite you to a banquet tonight. If there is anything you can use, just ask."
While expressing the invitation, he also indirectly revealed his background.
He believed in Qin Feng's strength, but against the Song family in Jinling, he felt that Qin Feng's power alone was still too small after all.
If the Jiang family helps, things may turn around.
"good."
Qin Feng nodded: "I will go."
An extra helper is a helper, and Qin Feng now accepts these without hesitation.
Without being too nostalgic for the spiritual energy, Qin Feng told him to take good care of Jiang Rubing and drove away directly.
Wen Lan's whereabouts will be known in the afternoon, and he will use this time to complete what his aunt told him.
He also bought some gifts on the way, drove for more than an hour according to the navigation, and parked the car next to a dead end road.
There are construction sites on both sides of the road, and a large number of construction vehicles are driving piles and hammering in the dusty ruins.
A medical clinic with a small frontage but three stories high is located in the middle of Guantou Road.
The medical center looks very dilapidated. Not only are the walls mottled and cracked, but the ground is also full of potholes. There are construction sites all around, and there is not even a path for bicycles in front of the door.
The four words "Ji Shi Medical Center" on the plaque in front of the gate are also crooked, like an old man who is dying and will fall over if touched.
Qin Feng got out of the car carrying the gift and walked over the construction debris to the door of the medical center.
Maybe it was because construction was going on all around. Not only was there not a single patient visible outside, even Qin Feng's appearance was treated coldly by many workers.
He ignored these and walked directly into the door of the medical clinic.
The decoration is simple, and a white-haired old man is sitting behind a dilapidated wooden table, taking the pulse of several young people.
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his white coat made Qin Feng feel quite friendly.
The only thing that made Qin Feng feel uncomfortable was the old man's eyes.
A pair of eyes were filled with white eyes and no pupils at all.
Coupled with the dim light and environment, the old man looked particularly strange.
"blind?"
Qin Feng concluded at a glance.
"Doctor Ge."
"You've been touching her for ten minutes. Have you not touched a woman for too many years? Are you treating me like a little girl and just having fun here?"
Sitting in front of the old man were three carefree young men.
The leader, Huang Mao, was holding a pig's trotter and placing it on the table to check the old man's pulse.
"Don't talk nonsense. Doctor Ge used to be the master of Jinling."
"I've even touched Mrs. Jin's hand, and you still need this?"
The young man next to him wore lip nails and smiled sarcastically:
"It must be that you have been playing with women recently, and all your yang energy has been swallowed up by those vixens, so Doctor Ge cannot touch it."
"Right, Divine Doctor Ge?"
Although he tried to persuade her, his face gradually became filled with ridicule and teasing.
"tear……"
The old man shook his head:
"Maybe I'm really old and there's something wrong with my hand."
"Why don't you have a pulse at all..."
"If it doesn't work, I'll refund you the five yuan consultation fee. I can't stand it..."
He was very helpless, with a lonely desolation.
"No, Doctor Ge."
Huang Mao quickly took back the pig's hooves:
"If you can't even see it, isn't my disease incurable?"
He pretended to be exaggerated:
"I must be in poor health. How about I change your hand?"
"You can touch it again and see how it goes..."
As soon as he winked, the bald man next to him immediately quietly took out the coals from the stove next to him, sparks bursting out, and placed them on the table.
"Doctor Ge, there should be nothing wrong with this touch..."
Huang Mao grabbed Ge Changsheng's hand and pressed it directly onto the hot coals.
Qin Feng's eyes darkened and he was about to rush in.
"What are you doing!"
"Let go of my grandpa!"
A figure brushed Qin Feng's shoulder and rushed to the table...