The scene was instantly silent.

This game ended a little too quickly, just one round, and the Luancheng branch was miserable.

Seeing the police officer who fell to the ground and was in pain, everyone looked at Wang Xiaoyong and felt a chill in their eyes.

"How...... How so?"

The most surprising thing was Chen Rong.

Chen Rong knew very well that among the three people on their side, Zhang Wenjie was definitely the top in fighting.

Zhang Wenjie himself is not a newcomer, Chen Rong dug it from somewhere else, and I heard that Zhang Wenjie used to fight black boxing in the underground boxing arena before.

Although for a police officer, this can be regarded as black history.

But Chen Rong himself has a background, plus he cherishes his talents and loves talents, so after a lot of effort, he finally transferred Zhang Wenjie to his hands.

And Zhang Wenjie did not disappoint him.

After less than a few months of systematic training, Zhang Wenjie has become one of the top fighting elites in the police force.

This time, I brought Zhang Wenjie here to have a long face.

Therefore, this result was something Chen Rong never expected.

Wang Xiaoyong was still angry, and turned to stare at Chen Rong: "What? Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, you will come up and fight! If you are injured, Lao Tzu will be treated!"

Rumble!

This time it exploded directly.

Guo Ju also felt that things were a bit big, and he said in his heart that this young man has been a little short-tempered recently, although the young man is strong and he has been young, but this is obviously a competition, but it has reached such a point.

Seeing that Chen Rong seemed to dare to be angry and didn't dare to speak, Guo Ju smiled bitterly in his heart, this time, how should it end?

At this moment, Song Lao, who had been watching the play, laughed.

"Good, good, wonderful, I really saw a wonderful competition today, I announced, this time it was the Luo County Bureau that won. ”

Seeing that Song Lao spoke, Guo Ju finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the old chiefs have opened their mouths, then this matter should also be revealed.

Wang Xiaoyong glanced at Song Lao, and Wang Xiaoyong still admired this founding general who often appeared on TV, so he didn't continue to pursue it, and jumped off the stage directly.

As for Zhang Wenjie, he was carried away.

In fact, Zhang Wenjie's heart is also full of grievances.

He knew that he was blocking Chen Rong's gun.

It was obviously Chen Rong's fault, but it was imposed on himself.

At noon on the same day, Lu Liang, secretary of the county party committee, held a banquet to entertain the old chief.

It's just that during the banquet, Song Lao named Wang Xiaoyong to participate.

......

Looking at the officials present, Wang Xiaoyong's face was as usual.

Now that he has obtained the Medicine King Inheritance, it can be said that this Medicine King Inheritance is changing Wang Xiaoyong's temperament and heart every day.

It may be an exaggeration to say that he is now Taishan collapsed and his face did not change, but Wang Xiaoyong can at least be neither sad nor happy when facing officials, and his heart is like water.

This is the detached temperament of the old man who originated from the medicine king.

Healers, save the dead.

To put it more highly, it is to control the life and death of people.

"Hehe, the little one is here, come and sit next to me. ”

Song Lao happily arranged a chair.

"Yes. ”

Under the envious eyes of countless people, Wang Xiaoyong accepted it calmly.

"Do you know who I am?"

During the banquet, Song Lao asked with a smile.

Looking at the kind old man in front of him, Wang Xiaoyong said quite respectfully: "I know, you are Luan Song, the old general Luan." ”

"Then do you know why I came to this Luo County?"

Song Lao smiled and asked again.

"This ...... I don't know. ”

Wang Xiaoyong hesitated for a moment and said.

Indeed, it stands to reason that a big man like Song Lao rarely comes back to a small county like Luoxian.

It is located in the south, thousands of miles away from the capital, why did Songlao make a special trip here?

"The young man didn't know, I think that before the founding of the People's Republic of China, when he was still fighting with the little devils, this was a very important battlefield, and Song Lao was still a platoon commander at that time, and he relied on the strength of a platoon to stubbornly involve a squadron of little devils. ”

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoyong was taken aback.

He didn't know much about military affairs, but he knew that a squadron of devils had at least hundreds of troops.

And what about a platoon in the country?

"Yes, in that battle, in the end, only I was left, and there was one warrior, and the rest of the warriors were sacrificed. ”

Song Lao sighed.

Hearing Song Lao's words, everyone present put down their chopsticks and looked solemn.

"When I come back today, I just go to the martyrs' cemetery to see the old comrades-in-arms, little guy, do you want to go together later?"

Song Lao actually took the initiative to invite Wang Xiaoyong.

Wang Xiaoyong hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Hehe, okay, let's eat. ”

Song Lao smiled.

Half an hour later.

The convoy appeared in front of the Martyrs' Cemetery.

The martyrs' cemetery was built on the West Mountain, and Wang Xiaoyong came here for the first time.

At a glance, the mountain was full of verdant green, and Wang Xiaoyong quickly locked the location of the martyr's cemetery with his eyesight.

"Elder Song, do you want to drive up?"

The county magistrate came up and whispered.

"What kind of car are you driving? That's disrespectful to those who have dedicated themselves to the motherland in the past!"

Song Lao glanced at him and said indifferently.

The county magistrate smiled, retreated, and did not say anything more.

With the support of Wang Yangming and Wang Xiaoyong, Song Lao walked towards the mountain.

The speed at which everyone is moving forward is not as fast as possible, and it is really the age of Song Lao.

Now he is eighty-one years old, and although he looks tough, his physical strength is limited after all.

Halfway up the mountain, Song Lao was obviously a little tired, and his cough gradually increased.

"Elder Song, shall we take a rest?"

Wang Yangming, who was on the side, said in a worried tone.

"Then rest for a while, alas, I am really old, and I don't know when I will be buried with these old brothers. ”

Song Lao smiled self-deprecatingly, and immediately sat down on the bluestone next to him.

And Wang Yangming also glanced at Wang Xiaoyong at this time.

Wang Xiaoyong understood.

In fact, he planned to treat Song Lao from the beginning.

The so-called practitioner of medicine is mainly to help the world with hanging pots.

Especially the King of Medicine, who walks in the world and is comparable to the level of an ancestor in the medical Tao.

The existence of a founding veteran general like Song Lao is the glory of the country, and it is impossible for Wang Xiaoyong to let such a lovely and majestic old man die of illness.

"Elder Song, I'll give you a look at the disease. ”

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoyong said with a smile.

"Look?"

Song Lao was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Wang Yangming.

He had seen before that Wang Yangming's relationship with Wang Xiaoyong was not ordinary, and from the mutual names of the two, Song Lao also roughly understood that Wang Xiaoyong should use real skills.

But even if he has real skills, after all, he is only a teenager, when it comes to medical skills, how can he compare to Wang Yangming, a holy hand of medicine who has been immersed in this way for many years?

Wang Yangming smiled bitterly at this time: "Song Lao doesn't know, Xiao Yong's medical skills are still above me." ”

"What?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Song Lao was surprised, but the surrounding people also cast strange glances at Wang Xiaoyong.

When he was a teenager, Wang Yangming personally admitted that his medical skills were inferior.

So how far has this little guy's medical skills reached?

"Wang honestly praised it, but I still have some confidence in Song Lao's illness. ”

Wang Xiaoyong smiled, and then reached out to catch Song Lao's pulse.

There was silence for a while.

"Huh?"

Soon Song Lao raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he felt a warm current rush into his body, surging up his arm.

Where the warm current passed, the burden on my body caused by going up the mountain before was greatly reduced, and the originally slightly rapid breathing gradually became calmer.

"Shot again?"

After a moment, Wang Xiaoyong frowned slightly.

Taking his hand away, Wang Xiaoyong thought for a moment before saying, "It's indeed a bit troublesome, the shrapnel has been in the body for too long. ”

"Can you check it out?"

Song Lao was taken aback.

No one knows his body better than he does.

I don't know how many times I have run to various tertiary hospitals, and in traditional Chinese medicine, a traditional Chinese doctor like Wang Yangming has also treated him many times.

Even Western medicine, with the help of instruments, can only vaguely find the location of the remnants of the shrapnel back then.

As for traditional Chinese medicine, it is necessary to supplement the films made by Western medicine to be roughly determined.

But Wang Xiaoyong just felt out the vein, how could this not be surprising?

"Well, if you are shot, you have some thoughts, let alone sixty years up, at that time, Song Lao should not have paid much attention, and then it was so cold that there was a circle of cold around this shrapnel, whenever it was a wet day, and when the winter was dry and cold, Song Lao, you would cough constantly, but it was better in summer, am I right?"

Wang Xiaoyong smiled and said.

"Yes, not at all. ”

Song Lao applauded, and then looked at Wang Yangming: "Xiao Wang, could it be that you revealed the old man's condition to Xiao Yong in advance?"

The sudden change in Song Lao's address to Wang Xiaoyong, Wang Yangming saw it in his eyes, and coughed lightly: "How is it possible, old chief, in fact, I didn't expect that Dr. Wang would actually hide in a police force as an exclusive doctor, I originally planned to call him after this incident, and it was a coincidence." ”

"I see. ”

Song Lao looked at Wang Xiaoyong with a smile: "Xiaoyong, I know that my old bones are no longer curable, and the shrapnel has become a part of my body, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a necrotic organ, but you have such medical skills at a young age, if you want, I can introduce you to a Chinese medicine hospital for further study, how about it?"

If everyone was just surprised before, now they are a little shocked.

Who is Sho Lao?

The ancestor of the dignified Luan family, his words, even the country was shocked.

Song Lao personally introduced talents to the Chinese medicine hospital?

It's a bit of an incredible thing just to think about.

Wang Xiaoyong was also stunned when he heard this.

He knows it.

It is said that in the current country, the most complete place of traditional Chinese medicine classics has survived, and all Chinese medicine practitioners in the world are crowded to enter.

But now Song Lao actually said that he introduced himself?

Wang Xiaoyong's focus is obviously not here.

Just when everyone thought that Wang Xiaoyong was thinking about whether to agree to Song Lao's conditions, Wang Xiaoyong raised his head and said seriously: "Your illness can be treated." ”

"What do you say?

An excited voice rang out.

Wang Xiaoyong looked up, but saw that one of the two soldiers who had been following Song Lao jumped out directly, and grabbed Wang Xiaoyong's hand excitedly.

"Uh......"

Wang Xiaoyong looked confused.

"Little monkey, go aside. ”

Song Lao glared, and the warrior was immediately stunned.

However, because of the proximity just now, Wang Xiaoyong saw it really, this young man is very young, at most he is in his early twenties, not much older than himself.

But at such an age, he can become the guard of Song Lao......

"This kid is my little grandson, you don't have to take it to heart, Xiaoyong. ”

Song Lao said with a smile.

Wang Xiaoyong suddenly understood.

Turning his head to look at the warrior, Wang Xiaoyong said in his heart, this is a red third generation.

"As long as you can cure my grandfather, no matter what the conditions, as long as you say it, I Luan Chao will say it!"

Luan Chao said seriously.

"Xiao Yong, what you said before is true, can I really save this disease?"

Song Lao asked in surprise.

In fact, for those who are not dead, Song Lao has completely seen it.

The main thing is that this cough is really painful, so Song Lao thinks that it would be good if he could relieve some pain.