Chu Xuan walked back from the alley and returned to Chu Donglai and Liu Weiwei.

"Why did you go? Brother Chu Xuan. ”

Liu Weiwei saw Chu Xuan coming back, ran to Chu Xuan's side, and asked suspiciously.

Chu Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, when the fortune teller called him away just now, Liu Weiwei and the kind-eyed old man saw it, and they didn't stop it, why did Liu Weiwei ask like this now?

"I was called away by my uncle just now, aren't you right next to me?"

Chu Xuan didn't answer Liu Weiwei's question, but also asked suspiciously.

"Uncle?!What uncle?!"

Liu Weiwei's slender eyebrows frowned, and her head was full of question marks.

"Old fortune teller, don't you know the old way of fortune telling? Or me and the old fortune teller, the two of us went to the warehouse together to save you, he was here just now, you also introduced the old way of fortune telling to your friend He Yingying, have you forgotten?"

Chu Xuan hurriedly explained.

"Brother Chu Xuan, did you hurt your head when you were fighting with the thugs just now? So there is something wrong with your memory, or ............ Let's go to the big hospital and have a look?"

Liu Weiwei hesitated to make a suggestion.

Chu Xuan saw Liu Weiwei's expression, he was really not joking, and his heart jumped, could it be that the fortune teller had never appeared, just a character he had imagined.

"Grandpa, do you know that there was an old fortune teller just now? ”

Chu Xuan thought of an old man sitting on a horse next to him, so he asked the old man again with the hope that Liu Weiwei would joke with him.

The old man did not answer, nor did he speak, but shook his head slightly.

Chu Xuan's heart was half cold, and he suddenly remembered something that could be proven, so he hurriedly said to Wei Wei.

"Hey, you call your beautiful journalist friend and ask her if she knows a fortune teller named Xiaoyaozi. ”

Although Liu Weiwei felt that Brother Chu Xuan was a little strange, she still picked up the phone and called He Yingying.

Chu Xuan stared nervously at Liu Weiwei who was on the phone, and for about two minutes, Liu Weiwei hung up the phone, then faced Chu Xuan and shook her head, meaning that He Yingying also did not have the slightest impression of this fortune teller.

"It's over, I'm having a nerve problem, I should call my master and ask him to treat me!"

Chu Xuan raised his head and sighed secretly, his hand touched his pocket, and then he touched a hard object, and when he took it out, it was a broken bowl with a big hole.

"Hey, hey!"

Chu Xuan grinned.

Squinted at Liu Weiwei, the Heavenly Eye was activated, and Liu Weiwei's smooth and naked body like mutton fat jade appeared in Chu Xuan's eyes.

Chu Xuan smiled again, and it seemed to be true.

I felt the breath in my body again, and the operation of the Heavenly Technique was also in progress.

Tongtian Jue is also true, the old fortune teller should also be real, but I don't know what means the old fortune teller used to tamper with the memories of everyone except Chu Xuan.

Thinking of this, Chu Xuan's heart finally let go.

Liu Weiwei looked at Brother Chu Xuan, who had been smirking all the time, and couldn't help but shake her jade hand twice in front of Chu Xuan's eyes.

"Brother Chu Xuan, be sober, we still have to go to Tongxian, do you still remember who you are now?"

"Okay, okay, this matter is over, I have nothing to do, of course I know who I am, I am your Brother Chu Xuan, before going to Tong County, I will treat the malignant tumor in the old man's head first!"

Since the opportunities given to him by the fortune teller are real, Chu Xuan doesn't care if the people around him remember the fortune teller.

"Young man, I am sick, you can't cure it, you better hurry up and go about your own business, don't worry about me!"

The old man sitting on the pony said to Chu Xuan. This is after he observed his words and looks, he thought that Chu Xuan could not cure his cancer at all, but it was not good to give up directly, he said this to make Chu Xuan passively give up, and then Chu Xuan would have a step down.

"Grandpa, I'm not the same person I was just now, my greatest ability just now can only help you alleviate your brain cancer, but now, I'm ninety percent sure that I can cure your brain cancer, you're a good person, don't worry, I'll let you enjoy a few more years of family fun." ”

Chu Xuan was right, he didn't have the Heavenly Eye just now, but now he has the Heavenly Eye to see through.

In other words, he can directly observe the location of the malignant tumor in the old man's head.

Then, a silver needle is used to seal the tiny blood vessels around the malignant tumor and cut off the nutrient delivery of the malignant tumor.

So as to achieve the effect of starving cancer cells.

"Alright then, lad, I'll let you give it a try. ”

Seeing that Chu Xuan insisted, the old man no longer refused, the old man felt that the jar was broken anyway, and there were no months to live, so it didn't hurt to believe in Chu Xuan once.

Chu Xuan nodded, stopped talking, and began to treat the old man.

According to the usual practice, Chu Xuan took out more than a dozen silver needles from the sandalwood box, squinted his eyes, and directly penetrated the old man's skull, seeing the vascular structure of the old man's brain and the specific location of the malignant tumor.

Activating the Heavenly Eye, Chu Xuan pinched the silver with his fingers and aimed at the old man's head and began to quickly apply needles, and after a while, one side of the old man's head was already full of silver needles, which looked very terrifying from a distance.

Because it was on the street, there were people coming and going all the time, Chu Xuan's acupuncture attracted the attention of many people, and when they saw the exaggerated number of silver needles on the old man's head, they all whispered.

Anyway, it's probably all about it: the old man was deceived by the acupuncture method that the gods chattered about.

Or that Chu Xuan is a big liar, obviously looking so young, he still pretends to be an old Chinese medicine doctor to perform acupuncture.

Nowadays, under the general trend of advanced science and technology, Western medicine is in charge, and traditional Chinese medicine is directly degraded by the public as a useless health care medicine, which is not bad if it does not harm people, and it is impossible to save people by relying on traditional Chinese medicine.

Therefore, it is no wonder that these people would be so unkind to Chu Xuan's evaluation.

Chu Xuan didn't pay much attention to the discussion of these passers-by, on the other hand, his current face was thick enough as a city wall, and he could afford to hear any ugly words. On the other hand, he has seen too much such cynicism, and then he flattered and praised with a smile, and after seeing too much, he got used to it.

He only cares about the condition of the elderly.

The old man sitting on the horse suddenly stood up, looked at Chu Xuan with tears in his eyes, and whispered softly with trembling lips:

"It doesn't hurt, my head really doesn't hurt anymore, can my cancer really be cured?"

Although the old man usually looked flat, he had been suffering from the constant pain of pins and needles on one side of his head, and now, the pain that tormented him tossing and turning every night had magically disappeared, and his mind was still clear and refreshed as it had never been.