"What happened?"

Mu Ping walked quickly to the south balcony, looked out through the screen window, and found that the people in the courtyard were crowded, and it was roughly estimated that there were no less than 200 people.

He recognized it at a glance, most of these people had been sick for free in his place, they were from this community, but there were also some fresh faces in it.

The leader is a woman, forty-five or sixteen years old, whom Mu Ping knows, and is Sister Ma, the director of the community, who she met during the last free clinic.

"Are you Master Mu?"

Seeing Mu Yongzhong showing his head, Sister Ma called out suspiciously.

"Yes, why did Sister Ma say that?"

He had simply forgotten that he had become younger.

"It's really Master Mu!"

Someone recognized Mu Yongzhong.

"You have become like this, is it all the credit of Mu Ping?"

Zhang Yan became younger, and Sister Ma knew, but as soon as Mu Ping came back, Mu Yongzhong became younger, thinking with his heels, he must have nothing to do with Mu Ping.

"Hehehe! Guess?"

Mu Yongzhong smiled heartily, neither admitting nor denying!

"Master Mu, these people heard that Mu Ping is back, and they all came to see him!"

Sister Ma fanatically opened her voice and said loudly, she is almost fifty years old, and her eyes are full of little stars like a star chaser.

"It's Director Ma, where is Mu Ping?"

Without waiting for Mu Yongzhong to speak, Zhang Yan pushed Mu Ping and opened the screen window with a "swish".

"Doctor Mu, come down quickly, we're all here to beg you to see a doctor! Of course, if there is a secret recipe to become younger, we don't care, everyone says it's not right!"

An old man staggered up from his wheelchair, brandished his crutches, and spoke.

"Yes!" everyone looked expectant.

Mu Ping remembered this old man, his name was Zheng Shun, the cerebellar atrophy caused by the stroke, he had been paralyzed for ten years, he was pricked by a needle, and now he can stand up on his own, which is really a miracle.

"Uncle Zheng, Director Ma, you wait a minute, I'll go down. ”

Mu Ping turned around and went to Mu Xin's room, lifted the student's desk, put two chairs on it, opened the door and walked out.

Just now, he suddenly felt as if there was a call beckoning to him, and he knew that the call came from the aura of faith on the sapling in the dantian, and the milky white aura seemed to come alive all of a sudden, beating constantly on the thirteenth leaf of the sapling.

He doesn't know what the use of faith is, but he knows the truth that art is not pressing, since this faith can be passed down as a kind of exercise, it must have its superiority, he has been cultivating the Nine Wood Divine Technique, and he hasn't had time to check it, what is the use of this trust?

"It looks like I should take the time to study how this trust should be used. As he went downstairs, he muttered to himself.

"Uncles and aunts, neighbors, the old rules, or free clinics, as for traditional Chinese medicine, you can go to Qihetang to open it yourself!

After settling the tables and chairs, Mu Ping clenched his fists and arched his hands, and spoke loudly.

"Okay!

Hula, the crowd lined up on its own.

"Doctor Mu, let me see first, why am I standing for less and less time?"

Zheng Shun stood up from the wheelchair tremblingly, and slowly moved to Mu Ping with the support of his wife.

"Uncle Zheng, slow down, I'll show you. ”

Mu Ping reached out and put it on Zheng Shun's wrist, and after three seconds, he changed to another hand.

"Uncle Zheng, what do you order? Why do you drink secretly?"

"I ...... This ......"

Zheng Shun's old face turned red, but he immediately glared at him in amazement, "Doctor Mu, I can see it if I drink some wine, you are really a god!"

Then he stretched his face forward, glanced at his wife next to him, and said in a low voice, "This time, you treat me well, remember, it's the kind that doesn't restrict drinking, you know." ”

"Huh!"

Mu Ping was amused by Zheng Shun, "They all say that children are old children, this Zheng Shun has lived for more than seventy years, how can he really look like a child?"

"Okay, you are an old immortal, you dare to drink behind my back, see how I clean you up!" Zheng Shun's wife reached out and pinched Zheng Shun.

"Don't listen to Lao Zheng's nonsense, I heard the doctor say that the cause of his illness is because of alcoholism, let him drink openly, isn't it harmful to him?"

"It doesn't matter. ”

In the middle of the fourth layer of the real tree, Mu Ping is no longer the person who is timid, and he is now completely sure that Zheng Shun will stand up immediately and live like an ordinary person.

He reached out and grabbed Zheng Shun's wrist, and a wave of wood vitality sank into the latter's body.

"Uncle Zheng, try it, can you stand up straight now?"

"What? You can touch me like that?"

Zheng Shun couldn't believe his ears, he slowly threw away his crutches, stood up straight, and the next moment, he began to stagger forward, he had never felt his legs so strong in ten years.

"I'm all right! I'm Zheng Shun completely well! I'm alive again!"

Zheng Shun was like Fan Jinzhongju described in that text, kicked the wheelchair out of three zhang away, waved his arms, ran wildly in place, and then turned around and shook hands with the people in line behind him one by one, in an extremely crazy state.

"Doctor Mu, isn't my old Zheng a return to the light?"

Zheng Shun's wife squeezed Mu Ping's hand and spoke in surprise.

"Of course not!"

Mu Ping smiled slightly, "Uncle Zheng, go home and drink, don't make trouble!"

"Hey, well, drink!

Zheng Shun was stunned, "It's all the one who harmed the wine, now that I'm better, who else are I drinking! From now on, my old Zheng swears to quit drinking!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply and respectfully to Mu Ping.

"Doctor Mu, thank you!"

Lao Zheng's wife had tears in her eyes and bowed deeply to Mu Ping.

"Whew", Mu Ping felt that his mind was clear, and under his inner look, the aura of faith on the thirteen leaves surrounding the sapling became thicker again, and the color changed from milky white to pale gold.

"It worked!"

Mu Ping stretched out his hand to help Lao Zheng and his wife, and he was also excited.

"Wow!"

The crowd in line began to stir, and the follow-up was still second, some new patients, seeing that in the blink of an eye, an old man in a wheelchair actually stood up lively, all of them were stunned by the scene in front of them, if this old man is not a trust, then Mu Ping must be a capable person.

They took out their mobile phones one after another, their parents, elders, relatives and friends, seven aunts and eight aunts, and the news of Mu Ping's free clinic here was like growing wings, and in less than two hours, half of Fencheng was spread.

Mu Ping ignored the actions of these people, he concentrated on treating one patient after another, the cultivation of the fourth layer of the real tree is really not to be underestimated, the speed of his treatment is described as fast, it is not an exaggeration at all, originally he could only see a hundred and ten patients in a morning, but it didn't take two hours, he looked at more than two hundred patients in the courtyard, and a lot of prescriptions were also prescribed.

The aura of faith in the dantian was more condensed, and the thickness was more than doubled compared to the original, slowly blooming with a brilliant golden light.