Well, why is this person still in a hurry?

The political commissar dragged Mo Zhanfeng stubbornly, and hurriedly counted this Mo Zhanfeng with a white face, he heard that Mo Zhanfeng was sick and was even more anxious than he was sick. Vertex X23US

Tang Hao'er asked Qin Long in her mind: What kind of disease does Captain Mo have?

Qin Long coughed: What, it's hard to say.

Tang Hao'er stood up with a blushing face: "Captain Mo, political commissar, can I go outside to visit, it's the first time I've taken a warship." ”

The political commissar pulled Mo Zhanfeng and said to Tang Hao'er: "Miss Hao'er, you can look at it casually, do you want me to find someone to accompany you, there are several female soldiers on our ship, and they are about the same age as you, you must be able to talk." ”

Comrade Political Commissar, I have to criticize you for this, your political consciousness needs to be improved, we are an active warship with a very high level of secrecy, how can you look at it casually?

It seems that Comrade Commissar was also carried away by the victory, but who cares what the Commissar says at this time.

Tang Hao'er said that he didn't need to go out in a hurry with a red face, and walked onto the deck, Niu 13 was sitting on the cannon on the front deck and was surrounded by a group of sailors with vernacular foam, Tang Hao'er smiled and walked over.

In the cabin, Mo Zhanfeng was dragged back by the political commissar, and he was still sitting there with a red face and a thick neck insisting that he was not sick, and the political commissar was about to be anxious with him.

Qin Long said that if you are sick, can you not be sick? If you are not sick, you must also be sick, and your temper is a disease, and you must be cured.

Although the political commissar has not yet had time to check whether his Parkinson's has been cured, he has now become one of Qin Long's staunchest supporters.

It was so amazing that I held his hand with him, sat there and chatted about three teas, and his right hand was no longer shaking.

Even Mo Zhanfeng's eldest brother, President Mo of China Medical University, only adopted conservative treatment methods for his Parkinson's, but he only used three hot teas, and he didn't see what treatment methods he used, and his illness was miraculously cured.

Even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, I'm afraid they won't have such a magical ability.

Now Qin Long is already a god-like existence in the eyes of the political commissar, God said that you are sick, do you dare to say that you are not sick?

Qin Long looked at Mo Zhanfeng, who was sitting opposite him with a blushing face, and coughed lightly and asked, "Captain Mo, you should have been sick for seven or eight years, right?"

"Seven or eight years, old Mo, what kind of disease do you have, why don't I know?"

Mo Zhanfeng was even more embarrassed, Qin Long coughed and said to the political commissar: "Ship Mo has old cold legs, and it's not a big problem, I'll just press him." ”

"It turned out to be the old cold legs, what are you running to the old cold legs?!" The political commissar punched Mo Zhanfeng angrily, and he was relieved in his heart.

Mo Zhanfeng stared at Qin Long and frowned, didn't this kid see it, or was he saving face for me?

Qin Long sat directly beside Mo Zhanfeng, patted his thigh and said, "Captain Mo, put your leg on my lap." ”

Seeing that Qin Long was about to start treating Mo Zhanfeng, the political commissar moved a chair and sat opposite the two of them with some curiosity, but his left hand was still rubbing his right hand, and his right hand kept clenching his fist for a while and opening it for a while, as if he was afraid that if he stopped, the damn Parkinson's would run back again.

At this moment, the political commissar can be regarded as showing the mentality of a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness to the fullest, not to mention the political commissar, a person who does not understand medicine, even the world's top medical experts, can't believe that Qin Long has so easily cured Parkinson's disease, which is classified as a difficult disease by the world's medical community.

Just now, the political commissar was cured by Qin Long unconsciously, and now he was finally fortunate to witness Qin Long treating people, the political commissar's mood at this time was nervous with a hint of excitement, and even a little pilgrimage-like mentality in it.

The political commissar knew very well how troublesome his illness was, and now he was miraculously cured by Qin Long unknowingly.

For him, Qin Long not only cured his illness, but also retained his military career and his dream of becoming a general.

The commissar was only in his forties, and now he had been awarded the rank of colonel, and it was not a dream for his age to become a general.

Could he not have this kind of pilgrimage mentality towards Qin Long?

The grace of recreation!

Mo Zhanfeng took off his shoes in disbelief, pulled up his trouser legs, lifted his legs and carefully put them on Qin Long's legs, coughed and asked, "Can you really cure my old cold legs?"

Mo Zhanfeng did have some rheumatoid arthritis, but that was not what he really cared about at all.

As a naval officer, what's wrong with a little old cold legs, isn't that a normal thing?

But as a man, Mo Zhanfeng really couldn't raise his head in front of his wife.

Mo Zhanfeng's old husband and young wife, this should have been a good story in the world, but seven or eight years ago, Mo Zhanfeng suddenly couldn't do it.

As a man, not being able to do it is definitely the biggest shame, especially since Mo Zhanfeng has a wife who is in her prime.

For this reason, Mo Zhanfeng sneaked around the hospital, and even the ancestral secret recipe posted on the telephone pole was treated twice, and he didn't know how many tiger whips he ate, but the result was still no longer vigorous.

He didn't mention this disease to his eldest brother, Principal Mo, and he was embarrassed to open that mouth.

Those experts are helpless against their own diseases, although the eldest brother is the president of the medical university, but after all, he also has a specialization in the art industry, the eldest brother's authoritative field is tumor and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disciplines, if he says his disease to him, he can't cure it, then how can he raise his head and be a man in the future.

If you want to die and suffer to save face, you are talking about Mo Zhanfeng.

Don't talk nonsense, just think of it as Qin Dashen's pity for Captain Mo's little daughter-in-law in her early thirties, Qin Dashenstick reached out and pressed Captain Mo's calf muscles and gently massaged them a few times, and said to the little monster in his thoughts: Don't mess with his illness first, let me try.

The little monster crawled out of Qin Long's ears and eyes with a smile: Tut-tut, boss, if you cure him of this disease, I will be responsible for helping you put a small advertisement on the telephone pole, and I promise to post your small advertisement in every corner of the world.

:, stay out with nothing to do.

Qin Long teased the little monster in his mouth, and gently massaged Mo Zhanfeng's calf with his hand, this was the first time he used the subtle realm to help people heal, and his heart was also full of some expectations.

In Qin Long's subtle world, he could clearly see the lesions in Mo Zhanfeng's body.

Now that he can see it, he wants to test whether he can really help people heal.

Anyway, it's not a serious illness that wants to die or live, so let's take Brother Mo's own brother as a guinea pig.

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