A meal at noon is the most delicious meal Tie Dan has ever eaten in his life.

I have to say that he finally understands why Nanming is so fond of eating.

Compared to the meal I have eaten now, what kind of pig food has I eaten before?

Not to mention the iron eggs, even Qingzhong Yang and Peng Lao couldn't stop eating.

In this way, Nanming was still not satisfied, and said that it would be good if there were nine turns of the large intestine.

Old Man Qing also sighed, the dish of Nine Turns of Large Intestine is too hard to make, and it is not something that can be prepared in a while, but from now on, it will be prepared at night.

Seeing the interaction between his old father and Nanming for the first time made Qingzhong Yang stunned!

Tie Dan can only mourn for Li Huiyun in silence, this guy has no mouth. I called Li Huiyun just now, but Li Huiyun refused to come over for dinner.

Nan Ming was also thinking, compared with Tie Dan, a hard-working senior, Li Huiyun was obviously just a slippery head, so he just dismissed him.

During the meal, Old Man Qing pulled Nanming and asked him if he had settled down, and how he felt about the new school.

Nan Ming in front of the old man Qing, quite a bit of a feeling of meeting relatives, heard Nan Ming tell his distress, said that he still had to go to military training, immediately laughed, patted Nan Ming's hand, and said: "Military training, this thing is easy to do, don't worry!"

Of course your old man doesn't know my pain!

Nanming was even more distressed, and he couldn't be entangled on the side alone.

After eating, Mr. Peng checked for Mr. Jiang, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Brother Peng, if you have something to say, you can just say it, my body, I know it myself. Jiang Wanghai said slowly.

"Judging by the current diagnosis...... Very bad. Peng Lao shook his head, and everyone's faces changed.

Peng Lao is not the kind of person who likes to be alarmist, if he says it badly, it is really bad.

"I have a dose of medicine here, which can consolidate the foundation and nourish the body, and now I can only recuperate...... "Peng Lao put down a prescription, as well as a pack of medicine prepared in advance, told him how to take it, and said that he still had something to do, and he would come back at night to eat Yunyun, so he left early.

The harmonious atmosphere just now has long disappeared, and the whole courtyard is very depressed, Jiang Xiaohui went back to the house with red eyes, Brother Jiang came over on crutches, picked up the medicine bag, and said that he was going to decoct the medicine, Old Man Qing waved his hand and said: "Chaohua, you go and rest, I will decoct the medicine." ”

"How can that be, second uncle, your body ......?"

"No matter how bad my health is, I have to be better than you, right?" Old Man Qing glared, and Jiang Chaohua could only retreat.

"Uncle, Uncle Jiang and Brother Jiang, what happened to them?" Nan Ming walked into the kitchen and saw Old Man Qing squatting in front of a small charcoal stove, so he went over to squat and help fan the fire.

In fact, muscle wasting is a disease that is related to physical constitution and is almost hereditary.

After Jiang Wanghai fell ill, the family pressure was on Jiang Chaohua's body, he got up early and was greedy for darkness, overworked, and even fell ill, but now he is not as powerful as Old Man Jiang, and he can still move.

But if I continue to work hard, I am afraid that I will also fall ill and will not be able to move. It's just that Sister-in-law Jiang suffered, and the burden of the family was all on her.

"Alas, it's all my fault......" Old Man Qing held Nan Ming's hand, looked at Nan Ming deeply, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Ming, can Uncle ask you for something?"

"What's the matter?" Nan Ming pretended to be stupid, and when he talked about him left and right, Old Man Qing sighed with some disappointment.

"Then, uncle, you decoction medicine, I'll go out first. Nan Ming handed the medicine bag he was holding to Old Man Qing, turned around and walked out.

Old Man Qing looked at Nan Ming's back and shook his head.

What kind of magic is going on in Nanming after all, no one can understand, but what can he ask for in Nanming?

After all, for Nan Ming, the Jiang family's father and son just met in Pingshui, and Nan Ming had already saved his life, so what else to say?

But he was still a little disappointed, for the sake of Nanming, and for himself.

Wait a minute...... Wrong.

Old Man Qing looked at the medicine bag in his hand, and suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes, could it be ......

A dose of medicine, from preparing the decoction to finally serving it in front of Old Man Jiang, took more than an hour.

Nan Ming has already left, in this small courtyard, there is nothing to entertain, Nan Ming can't stay here, only said that he will come back in the evening to eat.

They have to continue to search for food, but there is no time to waste here.

Nan Ming left, Jiang Xiaohui came out of the corner and secretly looked at Nan Ming's back.

"What are you looking at?" Qingzhong Yang leaned over and asked.

"No ......" Jiang Xiaohui burrowed into her room like a frightened bunny.

Old Man Qing brought the medicine in his hand to Old Man Jiang, stopped Sister-in-law Jiang who wanted to come forward to feed the medicine, and fed him with a spoon herself.

"I won't take it, what kind of medicine do I take? Life is just to find guilt and suffer ......" Old Man Jiang was a little disheartened, Peng Lao's diagnosis just now made him have no business in his heart.

Old Man Qing slandered Old Doctor Peng and misled people, and persuaded him: "Don't worry, big brother, you drink this bowl of medicine, and I will keep you alive!"

Where is Old Man Jiang willing to believe it? But he couldn't resist Old Man Qing, and slowly drank the bowl of medicinal soup.

Old Man Qing was also extremely worried in his heart, Nanming didn't say anything, didn't do anything, in the end, this bowl of medicinal soup, is it so godly, has it changed?

……

In the evening, when Nanming and Tie Dan returned to the small courtyard together, they saw Brother Jiang's family surrounding Peng Lao, desperately thanking him.

"Mr. Peng, thank you so much......! I'll kowtow to you!" Brother Jiang no longer had to be on crutches, he excitedly dragged Peng Lao and didn't let go, and he was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Today's dose of Peng Lao's medicine is simply a medicine to cure the disease, and it is extremely effective!

This afternoon, Qing Lao insisted that he also drink a dose, and after drinking the bowl of medicine, Brother Jiang felt that his whole body was warm, and he took a nap, and when he got up to pee, he didn't use crutches.

He didn't think it at the time, but when he went out, he heard a scream from Sister-in-law Jiang.

He looked down and realized what had happened.

Don't even have to be on crutches?

In the past, when I walked, I always felt that my legs were noodles, I had no strength at all, and my whole body was empty.

And now, when you start walking, it's like a tiger!

And the old man Jiang, his face was also a lot ruddy, and he actually hummed a joke on the bed in the afternoon, his voice was loud and full of energy, where did he look like a patient who had been bedridden for decades?

The two of them recovered so well that the whole Jiang family was crazy with happiness, and they couldn't wait to beat gongs and drums to celebrate.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Peng Lao walked around, cheekily came to eat again, and was warmly welcomed when he came in.

"Don't ...... Other...... I can't help it! I can't help it!" Peng Lao himself was stunned, he knew the medicine he prescribed, how could it have such a great effect?

Could it be that Qing Laohu got some special medicine? But muscle atrophy involves the level of cells and genes, and the whole world is a problem, how can there be any special medicine?

Peng Lao Ruo is an old doctor, a person who sells his reputation and reputation, he is afraid that he will smile and suffer this good name, but unfortunately he is not, not to mention how uncomfortable he is at this time, his heart is full of lungs, as if there are cat's paws scratching, if he can, he really wants to tie the father and son directly to the operating table to dissect and see what is going on.

Old Man Qing stood aside a little helplessly, he couldn't say that this was all the credit of Nanming, and Nanming's action was the real cure for all diseases.

But Qingzhong Yang was still shaking his head next to him, and said, "Peng Lao is really a miracle doctor!"

Old Man Qing slapped his hand and slapped it: "You dropped a fart bookbag!"

Qingzhong Yang was speechless, he was also in his forties, why was he beaten in the head at every turn?

As soon as he hit his son, Old Man Qing saw Nan Ming hiding at the door and covering his stomach and snickering.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he didn't care about Qingzhong Yang, who was complaining, he ran to the door in three steps and two steps, and grabbed Nan Ming's hand.

I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it.

A thousand words can only be reduced to a sentence of "thank you!"

"Thanks for what. Nanming shook his head, reluctant to say more.

His strengthening ability is still known to the least people as much as possible, and besides, he helps others, not to seek the gratitude of others, helping others is a good young man, as long as he knows.

Because what he needs is a sense of accomplishment!

Raising his eyes to look at the energy, sure enough, the energy has risen a lot, and yesterday's deficit has been made up for a small half.

It's a pity, if you want to help others, not you can find someone to help you all over the street, besides, if he helps the wrong person and lets the bad guy master his power, the consequences will be very severe.

Old Man Qing held Nan Ming's hand, shook it again and again, and sighed: "Good boy, thank you, thank you." ”

Nan Ming said thank you, it was because he did not face the threat of muscle atrophy and muscle weakness, and he did not lie in bed for decades, but for the person concerned, how can this gratitude be erased in two sentences?

Qingzhong Yang saw that the old man didn't thank Peng Lao, but ran to find Nanming, and suddenly felt a little strange.

Considering the old man's miraculous recovery process, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

As soon as he wanted to come over, he was glared back by the old man, squatting to the side stupidly, watching this thanksgiving drama.

Old Man Qing stretched out his hand and took two benches, gave one to Nanming, and the two of them also squatted there to watch the play, and for a while, the whole courtyard showed a strange state of you playing yours and I look at me.

In the end, Peng Lao was furious: "I said that it's not me, it's really not me! The medicine I prescribe is the medicine that solidifies Peiyuan! To put it bluntly, it is a placebo! You have a little brain, this kind of myasthenia gravis, do you think there is anyone in this world who can cure it? If you toss again, you will be tired again!"

Why don't these people talk about science? How can such an unscientific thing happen casually?

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