Yi Bing really can't see anything outstanding about Wang Xiaoyong, his appearance is mediocre, his clothes are ordinary, if he has to say anything that attracts attention, it means that he only has a faintly detached temperament.

But other than that, Wang Xiaoyong really can't see anything brilliant, and I really don't know why Song Lao, who has always been above the top, praised this kid?

Since Song Lao came back from Los Angeles, he was in a good mood, and he didn't leave Wang Xiaoyong in three sentences, and the praise was called a skyscraper, Yi Bing had long wanted to see the face of Lushan, but he didn't know that his expectations were too high, and after seeing me, he was slightly disappointed.

"I heard grandpa say that he came to see grandpa, and we will know whether he has real skills later!" Yi Bing said in his heart.

Wang Xiaoyong sat in the back of the car, he naturally knew that Yi Bing was peeking at him all the way, but he didn't care.

"This is my house, get out of the car!" Yi Bing returned to the indifference of the iceberg beauty and spoke.

Wang Xiaoyong nodded, got out of the car, and there were already people waiting at the door.

"Brother Wang, you're finally here!" Elder Song heard that you were coming, but he had been happy all day!" A young man walked in with Wang Xiaoyong on his face excited.

This person Wang Xiaoyong has also seen, that is, the guard who followed Song Lao when he was climbing the mountain, and was jokingly called "little monkey" by Song Lao. is also a nephew of Song Lao.

"Let me introduce myself first, I'll see Yisun. "Yisun is familiar with himself, and he is polite with Wang Xiaoyong.

"I don't need to introduce myself, right?" said Wang Xiaoyong.

Yisun patted Wang Xiaoyong on the shoulder: "No, no, I really admire you, grandpa is waiting for you inside, knowing that you are coming, grandpa has specially prepared a large table of dishes, just waiting for you......"

Hearing Yisong's words, Wang Xiaoyong couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in his heart, Song Lao really treated him as a grandson.

At the same time, he also had a firm belief in his heart that no matter what, he must cure Song Lao's illness.

The two pushed the door in, Song Lao sat at the dining table and made a table of people, there were men and women, it seemed that they were all Song Lao's juniors, Yi Bing was also there, looking at himself with interest.

As soon as Song Lao saw Wang Xiaoyong come in, a flower immediately appeared on his face, and he said kindly: "Xiaoyong, I'm waiting for you, come and come, come and sit down at grandpa's side, and the banquet will start immediately." ”

As he spoke, he personally got up and took Wang Xiaoyong's hand into the table, and let Wang Xiaoyong sit next to him.

It can be seen that Song Lao loves Wang Xiaoyong very much.

Yisun also cast envious eyes in the past, he has followed Song Lao for so many years, Song Lao hates him but iron is not steel, how can he ever treat him so gently?

However, Wang Xiaoyong still keenly felt the surprised and even jealous gazes of many people at the banquet.

"Okay, since Xiao Yong is here, let's start the banquet!

However, the eyes of the Yi family couldn't help but become solemn, Song Lao's health was not good, he couldn't drink, and he actually wanted to drink today, but it was the first time in the world.

"Grandpa......" Yi Bing also opened his mouth to dissuade.

How do you know that Boss Song waved his hand, "It is said that no wine is better than a feast, the old man is happy today, and he can't die if he drinks a little! I don't believe it, old man, I didn't die under the little devil's bayonet, I can still pour it on the wine!"

Song Lao's child's temper was committed again, and when everyone saw this, they could only agree.

"Grandpa, although wine can invigorate the blood, it is also easy to hurt the body, so it is better for you to drink less. Wang Xiaoyong persuaded.

Song Lao laughed: "It's not in the way, the old man will have a drink today, it's not in the way, right?"

Wang Xiaoyong nodded, a glass of wine was not in the way, and even helped him in his next treatment.

However, this scene is very meaningful in the eyes of everyone, when did Song Lao become so obedient? Looking at Wang Xiaoyong's gaze became more and more unfathomable.

What the hell is this guy?

"Come, Xiaoyong, go out for a walk with grandpa...... "When he was full of wine and food, Song Lao pulled Wang Xiaoyong and was about to go out for a walk.

The other people at the banquet looked at each other, and they really saw that this guy named Wang Xiaoyong was really valued by Song Lao.

Song Lao has a total of three sons, a daughter, the woman married in her early years and is now living abroad, so the three sons who accompanied Song Lao in China.

The eldest Yidao, the second Yilei, and the third Yibo.

As the second generation of the Yi family and the current generation in power, the three of them are also Optimus Pillars among the families in the capital.

"Why does my father trust this guy so much!" Yidao's heavy eyebrows were piled together, and his heart was very heavy.

Yi Lei also nodded and reconsidered: "What kind of ecstasy soup did this little guy pour into his father, and his father was fascinated by him." ”

As he spoke, Yidao looked at Yisun on the side and asked, "You have more contact with that kid, let's talk about it." ”

They had already investigated Wang Xiaoyong, but Wang Xiaoyong's rise was too fast, he was originally just an ordinary mountain villager, and he didn't know why he showed a wonderful medical skill, and even Wang Yangming was ashamed of himself.

"Father, I only know that Wang Xiaoyong has superb medical skills, and he attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and the rest is not clear......" Yisun bowed his head and said.

For this unsmiling father, Yisun is still very scared.

"Not to mention anything else, his medical skills are indeed extraordinary, his father's injury has not been solved for many years, but after returning from Los Angeles, it has been reduced a lot, so let him continue to treat his father!" said Yi Bo, the third elder of the Yi family.

Yi Lei snorted coldly: "It's easy to say, who knows if he has ulterior motives?"

"Even if he has ulterior motives, as long as he can cure his father's illness, it's all worth it!" replied Yibo.

Yi Lei snorted coldly, and sneered at each other: "Who knows if he has real skills? ”

The family is not monolithic, and the three branches of the Yi family are also fighting each other.

"Shut up!" Yi Dao spoke, interrupting the argument between the two, and the eyes of the tiger grass looked at everyone: "I don't care if he has ulterior motives, or whether he values love and righteousness, as long as they cure their father's illness, everything will be easy to say!"

"But what the second brother said is right, we haven't seen that guy's ability with our own eyes, tomorrow you go to the Chinese medicine hospital and invite a few old doctors to come and watch, if he really has no ability, hehe......"

Yidao's words were cruel.

"Just do what the eldest brother says......" Yi Lei Yidao and the two smiled at each other and agreed.

Yi Lei's eyes looked at Yi Bing and said, "In the past few days, you have been responsible for accompanying that guy?"

Yi Bing nodded, understanding what his father meant, nominally to accompany him, but in fact to monitor.

……

"Xiao Yong, what do you think of the capital?" Song Lao walked slowly on the stone road, after Wang Xiaoyong was treated once, Song Lao's body obviously recovered a lot, and he walked steadily and vigorously.

Wang Xiaoyong helped Song Lao: "It's great, it's very prosperous." ”

"Since you like it, then I'll arrange for someone to let you play here for a few more days!" Song Lao said.

The old and the young walked for a while, the sky was gradually deepening, the stars were twinkling at night, and there was a bright moon hanging.

"Grandpa, it's almost time to go! It's too cold at night, so I'll give you a second injection tomorrow, and it won't be good if you catch a cold." Wang Xiaoyong reminded.

Song Lao looked up at the sky and nodded: "It's really not early, let's go back." ”

Back in the Yijia compound, someone had already prepared a room for Wang Xiaoyong.

"Rest for the night, there are big things to do tomorrow!" Wang Xiaoyong closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Wang Xiaoyong got up, after getting the inheritance of the medicine king, his habit of sleepiness and staying up late has been completely changed, and he has to get up in the morning to exercise.

After breakfast, the Yi family got together again.

Yi Dao's gaze was deep and fell on Wang Xiaoyong: "Nephew Wang Xian, when are you going to treat your father?"

Song Lao took Wang Xiaoyong as his grandson, and he became their descendant, so he was called so.

Wang Xiaoyong looked up at the sky and said, "Naturally, it's three o'clock in the afternoon, the time of the day when the yang energy is the strongest. ”

"It's fine. I heard that Wang Xian's nephew has superb medical skills, and there is no one else in the whole of China, so I specially invited a few doctors from the Chinese medicine hospital to watch this treatment, I don't know if Wang Xian's nephew cares?"

Although it was a deliberative tone, the meaning of the words did not give Wang Xiaoyong a chance to refuse at all.

Wang Xiaoyong could also see that the Yi family was questioning his ability, but he only smiled slightly: "Don't get in the way, wait a while, I may need more guidance from my fellow doctors." ”

Wang Xiaoyong, who has the inheritance of the King of Medicine, if he doesn't let those old men who are self-contained in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital drop their jaws, he will insult the name of the King of Medicine.

It was soon noon, and several old men in robes and with fairy bones walked down from a car.

"Mr. Murong, Mr. Sun, Mr. Wang, three gentlemen, please come in. Yi Lei himself stood up to greet him.

Murong Bo, Sun Zhihe, Wang Yangming, but Taishan Beidou in today's Chinese medicine industry can be called the holy hand of medicine. Even if Yi Lei was one of the high-level leaders of the Yi family, he didn't dare to offend them too much.

Even if you are in a high position, who can guarantee that there will be no major disasters and minor diseases.

"Who said that it can cure Song Lao's illness?" Murong Bo is a violent temper, and he has been looking for Wang Xiaoyong since he first entered the door.

Sun Zhi and Long Xinghu walked in and glanced at Murong Bo: "Frizzy personality, no wonder it has not grown at all after so many years." ”

"Don't talk about it, let's see who can cure Song Lao's disease. Wang Yangming opened his mouth to play a round.

"Yes, yes, it's important, it's important. The two holy hands glanced at each other and looked at the audience with sharp eyes.

They have seen Song Lao's illness for a long time, but they can't find a cure at all, they can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, they thought that Song Lao's disease has no cure, but last night suddenly came the news, someone threatened to cure Song Lao.

The two old Chinese medicine doctors couldn't sit still for a while, and thought that some old monster came out of the mountain, so they ran over to pay their respects.

But after looking around, they didn't find any characters that matched their imagination.

"What about people?" the two asked.

Wang Yangming noticed Wang Xiaoyong early in the morning, and walked over with a smile: "Mr. Wang, long time no see." ”

From the moment he got the news, Wang Yangming knew that the person designated it was Wang Xiaoyong, and sure enough, he guessed correctly.

"Lao Wang, what nonsense are you talking about a hairy child. Murong Bo spoke.

Murong Bo, who didn't find the old-timers, was a little unstable, looking east and west.

Wang Yangming laughed and said, "You two are stupid! Ambition is not old, the person you are looking for is far away in the sky!"

"You won't say ......" Murong Bo and Sun Zhihe's eyes fell on Wang Xiaoyong, as if they wanted to see through everything about him, and looked at Wang Yangming again: "Don't tell me, Lao Wang, that old gentleman is this little guy?"

"Not bad. Wang Yangming opened his mouth and admitted it directly.

"Could it be that this is the genius you call a genius, a young man with profound attainments in acupuncture?" Murong Bo looked at the familiar appearance of the two, as if he had thought of something, and asked.

Wang Yangming was very satisfied with the surprised eyes of the two companions, and nodded: "Not bad!"