497. God will grow old

"You can't take it away with you step by step. Han Junchen said in a deep voice.

Zhong Hou glanced at Han Junchen in some surprise: "Why, this needle method is not yours." I got this needle score after making a bet with Li Changji, so it has nothing to do with you. ”

Han Junchen was not deterred by Zhong Hou's words, and continued: "This needle score is actually not Li Changji's. If the descendants of his brother-in-law are still alive, should this book of needles be attributed to the descendants of this brother-in-law? Huaxia is a big country and pays attention to manners, so it must not be greedy for such a small thing, right?"

Han Junchen moved people with emotion, and used the excuse that Huaxia is the state of etiquette to persuade Zhong Hou, it stands to reason that if it were an ordinary person, it is estimated that he would be embarrassed to continue to entangle, but who is Zhong Hou, he seems to be loyal and honest, but in fact, he is full of intrigues and tricks in his heart, and his skin is thicker than the city wall.

At that moment, Zhong Hou smiled and said, "What Han Lao said is very reasonable. Seriously, I'm willing to leave the needle book in your Korea, but I won this needle book in the hands of Lee Chang-gil, and even if you ask me to hand it over, then I have to say something. Otherwise, you will be suspected of bullying, don't you say?"

Zhong Hou's words were leaky, which made Han Junchen feel very helpless, and he smiled at the moment and said, "That's it." As long as you have any conditions, just open, as long as it's not particularly outrageous, I will definitely agree. "This needle score is very important to Dahan, and it must not be taken by Zhong Hou, so Han Junchen feels that even if he wants to make a slight concession, he still has to leave the needle score.

"Okay, Han Lao is so refreshing, then I'll mention my request. My request is very simple, I won this needle score by me, you are any person, as long as you win me, you can win the needle score back. Zhong Hou said lightly. To be a man you should have such self-confidence, if you want to lose, you will lose nothing, if you want to win, you will win a lot of money!

It should be said that Zhong Hou's requirements are not high at all, as long as he can win, he can take the needle back, and he didn't say what price he would have to pay if he won the other party. This kind of unequal bet is enough to show Zhong Hou's sincerity, and of course, it can also show his self-confidence!

"Okay, I'll bet with you. Han Junchen made a final decision, "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, even today, how about it?"

Looking at Han Junchen's narrowed eyes, Zhong Hou faintly felt that something was wrong, it seemed that Han Junchen seemed to be prepared.

"I don't know what the rules are. Zhong Hou played a drum in his heart, but his face was quite calm, and he asked.

"For an hour, we will select patients from the audience and treat their diseases, and after an hour, we will comprehensively evaluate the number of patients we treat and the severity of their conditions, and decide the merits, what do you think?"

When Zhong Hou heard this, this rule was similar to the rules of the previous Chinese medicine conference, but he immediately thought of a question and quickly asked: "If it is particularly difficult to treat it in a short period of time, it should be able to skip it, right?" Zhong Hou has a reason for this concern, if these Koreans get two difficult diseases to their side to let themselves see, then they must not die of depression.

"Nature can be skipped. Han Junchen seemed to see Zhong Hou's doubts and said with a smile.

"That's no problem, I'm ready to start at any time. Zhong Hou said with a relaxed face. However, Han Junchen's face did not have a heavy look, on the contrary, there was a hint of relief.

"Master Han, otherwise, I'll do this one, you are so old, an hour, it is estimated that it is a little unbearable. Jin Xijun seemed to see Han Junchen's thoughts, and his heart was greatly moved, knowing that this old man was ready to do his best to help him pave the way. First used an hour of high-intensity work to force Zhong Hou to use most of his strength, and then Kim Hee Joon came up again to make a decision.

Han Junchen waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I can do it." ”

He was so stubborn, and his expression was so resolute, Kim Hee-jun looked at the very complicated emotions surging in his heart, and even had a hint of shame. However, this trace of emotion was well concealed, and no one present could notice it. Only Li Changji still looked up at this young man from time to time, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of why he had a familiar feeling when he looked at him.

The competition began, and the organizers announced the rules, so a large group of people were excited, after all, this was a rare free clinic, and many people were scrambling to come up. However, these Koreans are really united, and they basically went to Han Junchen's side, and there was almost no one on Zhong Hou's side. The organizers were anxious, and after repeated persuasion, they finally separated one-third of the people to pass, which allowed the game to begin.

It should be said that Zhong Hou is actually going to suffer in this competition. The four diagnoses of traditional Chinese medicine, looking at and hearing and asking, he can't ask this question, so he can only rely on his own pulse and wait-and-see complexion to infer what the patient's may be wrong, but fortunately, Zhong Hou's medical skills are superb and can barely cope with it.

Han Junchen is seventy-five years old this year, and his medical career has been nearly sixty years, so it can be said that there are no ordinary diseases that he has not seen, and even many diseases have become an instinct in his heart. However, he also has a disadvantage, that is, he is too old, he is a little sluggish in his gestures, and even after taking the pulse for a long time, his hands are a little trembling.

Zhong Hou is actually quite experienced, but he is slightly worse than Han Junchen. However, he is better than young, but the little advantage of being young has also weakened in language communication, and the two can be said to be equal and evenly matched.

Time passed slowly, Han Junchen's physical strength became more and more exhausted, and on a cold day, there was even a sweat dripping from his head. Kim Hee-jun watched from the side with a burst of worry, but he still didn't stop it. Han Junchen is just a stepping stone for him, and in order to achieve his goal, he can only endure hardship.

Time seems to have returned to the year when he was ten years old, in fact, he was at home at all that year, he witnessed a group of black-clad and masked guys rushing into his house to slash and kill, and he even heard his father's surprised question: "Is it you?"

The figure of the leader looked very familiar to him, and it was already a little strange, but now it became even more clear that it must be him, his father's most trusted brother. But for the sake of needle scores, he actually lost his conscience and did such a thing. Kim Hee-joon struggled, but a masked man covered his nose and prevented him from moving. He watched helplessly as those people took away the needle score, and reluctantly accepted this fact. Then, the man in black let him go.

Jin Xijun looked at the man in black, and his eyes were surprisingly angry: "Who are you, why do you want to stop me." ”

The man in black said a word, which immediately quieted down Jin Xijun: "You can only send death like that, if you want to take revenge, you have to follow me and listen to me." ”

Jin Xijun followed the man in black and came to a mysterious organization, and later, he was arranged as a chess piece by Han Junchen's side. These people have been giving orders to Kim Hee-jun over the years, creating contradictions between Korean medicine and traditional Chinese medicine, although Kim Hee-jun is puzzled, he still implements it truthfully. However, the more eager he was in his heart, Li Changji was in full swing, but his confrontation with him was far away. The seeds of hatred have grown into towering trees in the bottom of my heart, why, don't you do it yet?

Finally, the opportunity came. Just a few days ago, a man claiming to be Mu Hanqiu came over with an order from the organization and found Kim Hee-jun. The latest task assigned is to defeat Zhong Hou by any means. Therefore, Kim Hee-jun had a conversation with Han Junchen afterwards and completely guided the old man to his own path. For his own ends, he could only endure bitterly. Kim Hee-joon's eyes showed the bits and pieces of getting along with Han Junjin, and his heart was bleeding all the time...... How shamefully did he let an old man fight? However, his own life was in the hands of others, and if he failed to achieve his goal, he would die! Death is a terrible word!

Moreover, only with patience can we achieve the final victory and take revenge. Revenge is one of the most important meanings of Kim Hee-jun's life.

Finally, an hour passed, and Han Junchen was almost prostration, but he still showed a warm smile on his face, and glanced at Jin Xijun, the kind of relieved gaze made Jin Xijun almost can't help but kneel on the ground and confess on the spot.

Jin Xijun glanced at Han Junchen with complicated feelings, went up to help him sit down, and just comforted him softly: "Master Han, I will not disappoint you after working hard." "All I can do is Zhong Hou, the most fundamental purpose is actually the same.

Minor illnesses are counted as one point, and slightly more serious illnesses are counted as two points. Both of them are famous doctors, and the effect of the treatment is very remarkable. Especially Zhong Hou, even if those Koreans have opinions about him, they have to admit that he does have a hand in medicine. The statistics came out, and the host got the final score, and he glanced at the old man with some complicated feelings, with some pity in his eyes.

"Master Han Junchen, fifty-eight points. Zhong Hou, sixty ......" did not applaud, some were just sluggish. Is the god of Korea so inexorably old, and he fell to the ground with a bang...... Many Koreans felt a pain in their hearts, Han Junjin was dead, what else could stop Chung Hou? What hope did there be for Daehan? No, it was all over...... It's over!