After the wisp of light smoke disappeared into Lin Haoran's eyebrows, he began to dream.

He found himself on a mountain called Xuanling Mountain, and there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, and the Xuanling Temple was written on the lintel.

There is an old way in the view.

Lao Dao said to him: "From today on, you are the successor of my Guigumen Xuanling Sect, and you have to inherit what I have learned in my life, remember that in the future, you need to hoe the strong and help the weak, help the crisis and save the emergency, subdue the demons and eliminate the demons, and cross the ...... of all sentient beings." ”

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he slowly disappeared in front of Lin Haoran's eyes, and at this time, the huge amount of information swirled in his mind.

Astronomy and geography, astrology, medicine and martial arts are omnipotent, all of them are the secret tips of the five techniques of Xuanmen, as well as the experience of the old Tao's life, and an ancient brain filled Lin Haoran's brain.

……。

Before he could digest what Lao Dao had suddenly stuffed into his head, he suddenly heard someone speak.

"Isn't this guy awake yet?" said some old male voice.

"Not yet, this guy may not be an earthling, all the methods in the hospital have been used, but the reason for his coma has not been found. His physical indicators were very good, and his wounds were healing as new, but he just didn't wake up, and he fell asleep for a day. A woman replied.

"I suggest sending him to a national lab, maybe he's an alien. Another man said with a playful laugh.

Alien creatures? Your uncle, you are an alien creature, is Lao Tzu an earthling, is Lao Tzu also a doctor, you quacks, your own medical skills are low, you can't wake me up, you want to get me to slice and study? Fuck, there is no door.

"How do I think he's asleep, not unconscious. Do you want to try some non-medical means?"

"What non-medical means?"

"It's just to stimulate him, such as splashing ice water, pricking his fingers, electric shocks, etc. ”

……。

It's not good, these guys are going to execute themselves, is this a hospital or a torture room.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was moving him, oh no, he was going to be carried to the execution, no, no, no.......

"Nope. He suddenly opened his eyes with a scream.

"Ahh

He woke up and screamed, startling the people around the bed, knocking down a pile of instruments.

"What kind of bullshit doctor are you, you can't do your own medical skills, and you actually want to torture Lao Tzu?" Lin Haoran sat up and scolded.

"Haha, you can't blame us, your body is obviously good, but you have been unconscious, so we want to use some extraordinary tricks to wake you up, but I didn't expect you to pretend. No wonder there is a saying: never want to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. The doctor who said he was going to use non-medical means said.

Pretending to sleep your sister, I was beaten unconscious, okay, Lin Haoran shook his head and remembered what happened in the bar last night, and felt sad.

After a toss, Lin Haoran left the Chinese medicine hospital.

Back at his residence, Lin Haoran continued to digest the things in his memory.

The inheritance he received contained a lot of things, such as cultivation and alchemy, drawing talismans to ward off evil spirits, feng shui mysticism, astrological divination, Qimen techniques, medicine, acupuncture, massage, martial arts, and so on. Lin Haoran only felt that the whole person was a lot more enriched, and he was immersed in those wonderful metaphysical methods.

Two or three hours later, he roughly recalled the things in his memory, and he suddenly wondered if what he had encountered was true, could it be that his spirit and body were hit yesterday, and he was delirious, so he only had these things in his head, could it be that he was insane?

At the moment, according to the innate Xuanling Gong in his memory, he slowly adjusted his luck, and what surprised him was that there was really a small air flow in the dantian that slowly flowed all over the body, and he was exhausted for a while, and his eyes were clear, and he was sure that all this was true.

Lin Haoran was fascinated by the inexplicable inheritance, and unconsciously he actually practiced the Innate Xuanling Skill all night.

After one night of practice, he only felt refreshed and in a great mood, and all his troubles were left behind.

After eating breakfast and returning to the central hospital, he was a little nervous, he was absent for no reason yesterday, and he didn't know if the pockmarked face would let him take a make-up leave.

"Morning, Lin Haoran, why do I think you are different today?" greeted the nurse Fangfang.

"It's different, why is it different?" Lin Haoran was a little puzzled.

"I find you very different, but I can't say anything different, anyway, I don't think you're the same person you used to be. Well, it's getting handsome. Fangfang looked at his face, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that Lin Haoran had changed, but she couldn't say what had changed, she could only describe it as handsome.

Hurriedly ran to the changing room, looked at himself in the mirror seriously, and sure enough, it was different from before, the rectangular face that used to look very incongruous, now it looks like the lines and contours are very pleasing to the eye, and the spirit is very vigorous, and it has really become handsome. He wondered if it might have something to do with the dream.

As soon as she came out of the changing room, before she could go to find a tutor for a compensatory leave, a young woman with a child in her arms rushed in in a panic and shouted for a doctor all the way. Seeing Lin Haoran wearing a white coat, regardless of whether he was a formal doctor or not, or what kind of doctor he was, grabbed his sleeve and shouted for her son.

"Don't worry, don't worry, what's wrong with the child?" he said, looking at the child in the young woman's arms.

I saw that the child's face was as white as paper, but there was a layer of black gas lingering on his small forehead, and he was lying motionless in the young woman's arms with his fists clenched, as lifeless as a corpse.

"No... I don't know, I had a high fever last night, and I took antipyretic medicine to reduce the fever, but I kept crying, and when it was almost dawn, I suddenly stopped crying. Then I got up in the morning and that's it. With tears in her eyes, the young woman said, "Doctor, save my son, I ......." ”

Lin Haoran reached out and touched the child's forehead, not only did he not have a fever, but he was cold. He frowned, and involuntarily muttered: "The soul is weak, and the yang energy is about to be exhausted, this is not a disease......."

"What are you talking about? It's not a sick ....... The young woman was so angry that she glared angrily, what kind of bullshit doctor is this.

Before the young woman finished scolding, Lin Haoran led the doctor Mazi Huanglu to run over and pointed at him and said, "Okay, your kid is here, so I have to look for ...... everywhere." ”

"Doctor, please save my son. The angry and panicked young woman saw that another doctor had come, so she didn't care about scolding Lin Haoran again, and grabbed Huang Lu's clothes and shouted.

"What's wrong with the child?" he touched the child and exclaimed in surprise, "Someone, send it to the emergency room, notify the pediatric specialist, quickly." ”

Human life is at stake, this child is about to die, he can't take care of Lin Haoran, put the child on the trolley and run to the rescue room.

The rescue room was full of experts from various disciplines, because the child being rescued was the grandson of Luo Chengtian, the owner of Gangcheng Tiansheng Group. Luo Chengtian is a wealthy celebrity in the city, and he donates a lot of medical equipment to the central hospital every year, and now that his grandson has an accident, how dare the hospital slack off.