Novel: The old man is seriously ill and is in danger, and he has not sought medical treatment for many years without success, but the young man said: I can easily cure this disease

"Master Jiang, this is my good friend Meng Chaoran for many years, he studied under Master Qin, a disciple of Cao Yingfu, a master of traditional Chinese medicine in the Republic of China, who has deeply grasped the essence of the master's inheritance, and is now the chief master of traditional Chinese medicine in the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. An old man with long hair curled up and wearing loose clothes introduced.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with glasses and pale sideburns, about fifty or sixty years old.

Jiang Chunxue's injury she herself had already sought countless famous doctors, and he knew about this person, but this person had not had the opportunity to leave the side of a certain chief before. So she never had the opportunity to help her see a doctor. At this moment, she had the opportunity, and she was naturally willing to try, so Jiang Chunxue smiled and asked, "I don't know if Master Meng can help you?" ”

"The doctor is benevolent, as long as the patient is in front of him, where is the reason not to look?" Besides, it was my friend who introduced me, and I will do my best. Let me show you the veins first. Meng Chaoran nodded and said.

So Jiang Chunxue got up and sat down next to Meng Chaoran, stretched out his right hand and put it on the table.

Only to see Meng Chaoran's three fingers gently resting on the three points of Jiang Chunxue's right hand, the meridian canal, the inner pass, and the lie deficiency, and he closed his eyes and began to cut the pulse.

At this time, the two people who were competing outside and Gu Xiaojie, who was watching the battle, also entered the reception room, but seeing that Meng Chaoran was cutting the pulse of Jiang Chunxue, he did not dare to speak and make a sound, but just stood silently on the side and looked at the two with concern.

After a while, Meng Chaoran opened his eyes, his expression serious, and his brows furrowed.

"It doesn't matter, my injury is really serious." Jiang Chunxue saw Meng Chaoran's brow frowning tightly, and he said comfortingly.

Meng Chaoran shook his head and said, "This injury of Master Jiang has hurt yuan qi, and the internal organs have suffered from the impact of the strength master, resulting in damage to its vitality, once it is vigorously exercised for a long time, it will cause the old injury to recur, and it can only be slowly nourished at present." There is no other way, unless you can find a thousand years of ginseng, I have one, can be restored within three years. Otherwise, this kind of injury can only look at creation. ”

Others were a little disappointed to hear it, and thought that as a medical everyone today, Meng Chaoran, who was the first person in Chinese medicine, could rejuvenate his hands and did not expect that there was still no way.

"Thank you Master Meng for giving me a pulse, my injury was injured by the Master of Chemical Strength, and it affected the internal organs, there is really no way." I know it. Jiang Chunxue looked very open.

Maybe it's disappointment, as long as you don't hold out hope, you won't be disappointed again.

The other old man saw that Meng Chaoran could not cure Jiang Chunxue, and a trace of regret flashed under his eyes.

Such a genius should have been the next leader of the Chinese martial arts community, but he could only recuperate due to internal injuries.

He also came from a young age, and naturally knew how uncomfortable and depressed people who practiced martial arts would be if they could not use martial arts.

The old man sighed, glanced at Jiang Churan and the man who had already finished the discussion, nodded, and was preparing to change the topic and say something, Li Suya had already taken Zhang Yu into the living room at this time.

Seeing that there were still many people in the living room, Li Suya quickly greeted the elders first: "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Yu." Brother Zhang got the medicine from his friend, which should be able to heal Aunt Jiang's internal injuries. ”

Hearing this, the old man in the room who had never seen Zhang Yu and the others all looked at Zhang Yu carefully. But they found that Zhang Yu first had no traces of martial arts training, and second, he did not look like a child of a rich family, and his clothes were very ordinary.

Can such a person have a cure for Jiang Chunxue's internal injuries?

"Oh? This little friend actually has a medicine to cure Master Jiang? Meng Chaoran asked with doubt and doubt in his eyes.

Seeing a middle-aged man asking him questions, Although Zhang Yu said that he did not know, he also seemed to be a friend of Jiang Chunxue, so he also nodded.

Meng Chaoran continued to ask, "I don't know which medical practitioner in China is Xiaoyou's friend?" ”

He suspected that Zhang Yu might be a liar of a certain jianghu genre, and he didn't know what means he used to deceive Jiang Chunxue's juniors, but he was not good at poking through it in person, otherwise it would make Jiang Chunxue's face dull, so he planned to let Zhang Yu retreat.

The old man and the man in the black exercise suit also looked at Zhang Yu with a questioning look.

"My friend doesn't like to be famous, so it's not convenient to tell me the name." Zhang Yu shrugged and said.

At this time, Jiang Chunxue saw Meng Chaoran's distrust and quickly interjected to Zhang Yu: Master Zhang is really you, specially for me to go. Then he explained to Meng Chaoran and the old man: "This Master Zhang, don't look at your young age, but you can do kung fu." It can be said that he is a hermit, and his friends who want to come to him are not mortal. ”

While introducing, Jiang Chunxue got up and led Zhang Yu into the reception room and sat down.

The old man was surprised: "Oh? I didn't expect this little friend to actually have a good martial art? ”

He looked at Zhang Yu, who was young and dressed in ordinary clothes, and did not see any traces of Zhang Yu's practice at all, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, but Jiang Chunxue did not have to deceive him.

"It's really Yu Shibo, when I first fought with Zhang Yu's eldest brother, I lost two moves." Jiang Churan said.

Listening to Jiang Churan say this, the man who had just been in contact with her looked at Zhang Yu in surprise, this person can defeat Jiang Churan in two moves? Although he was also confident in defeating Jiang Churan, he had at least ten moves to do so.

This made him wonder if this person could have used some kind of jianghu trick to deceive Jiang Churan, otherwise this person would be young and defeat Jiang Churan in two moves, which was unlikely.

"Forgive me for being lonely and unheard of, dare to ask the little brother what door is the master?" I have been traveling south and north for decades, and I have basically known the famous masters in the domestic martial arts world, but I did not expect to miss the little brother. The old man asked with a smile on his face.

Zhang Yu said out of politeness: "The boy is self-taught, in fact, he does not know martial arts at all, not as powerful as Madam Jiang said." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small ceramic medicine bottle containing a Qingxin Dan from his bag and placed it on Jiang Chunxue's coffee table, saying, "This is the Qingxin Dan refined by my friend, after you take it, there will be medicine to repair your internal injuries." ”

Jiang Chunxue heard that he picked up the Dan medicine bottle with both hands and looked at it carefully, and then solemnly accepted it, smiled and said: "Thank you Master Zhang, trouble Master Zhang to give the bank card number to Xiao Jie, then the fee will be transferred to you." ”

"No, this medicine is for you, after all, you are injured in the war for the country, and I admire people like you, so I don't want money." Zhang Yu shook his head and said.

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, the old man and Meng Chaoran nodded darkly, although they did not know whether this young medicine was really effective, whether the martial arts were really as powerful as they said, but the character was still worth affirming.

Although Zhang Yu said this, how could Jiang Chunxue accept it like this, she insisted on giving, otherwise she would not accept Zhang Yu's medicine.

Helplessly, Zhang Yu had to give the card number to Gu Xiaojie.