The next day, Huang Xie woke up early and moved his body outside the villa, after all, he had to exercise his body all the time, and he couldn't stand it after a day.

Da-da-da-da!

Huang Xie saw Song Tingcheng coming out of the villa, as if he was in a hurry, he didn't even comb his hair, and his clothes could be seen to be just dressed.

As soon as Song Chengcheng came out, he saw Huang Xie and didn't say anything, he walked directly to Huang Xie, stretched out his hand and hurriedly said, "Give me the car key!"

"What are you doing, there's something urgent?" Huang Xie didn't know what was going on, and Song Chengcheng asked for the car keys as soon as he came, which caught him off guard.

"Hurry up!" Song Qingcheng didn't talk nonsense, and said quickly.

"What's going on?" Huang Xie hurriedly took out the car key and threw it to Song Chengcheng, and he sat in the passenger seat.

"My grandfather has a cerebral hemorrhage and is in the hospital!" Song Tingcheng started the Porsche, fastened his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator and drove directly out of the villa.

"What, old man, he's in the hospital?!" Huang Xie's eyes widened, he still wanted to visit the old man today, but he didn't expect that the old man had already been admitted to the hospital.

"My grandfather had some dark diseases, and there was nothing wrong before, but just now the family called to say that my grandfather had a cerebral congestion and was admitted to the hospital, so I asked me to go to the hospital quickly. Song Chengcheng said very anxiously, after all, when it comes to this kind of thing, it is impossible for anyone to be calm.

"Don't worry, if it's a simple cerebral congestion, I can cure it!" Huang Xie comforted Song Chengcheng on the side, he can indeed cure these "minor diseases" such as cerebral congestion, but it is just a little troublesome.

"Will you cure the disease?" Song Qingcheng turned his head slightly, glanced at Huang Xie, and said with some disbelief.

"As I said yesterday, my identity is a miracle doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded!

"Do you have a medical license?" Song asked again.

"What is that?" Huang Xie asked with a confused expression.

Song Chengcheng completely collapsed, she dared to drive a Porsche without a driver's license, and she dared to treat people without a medical license! She had only seen the strange Yellow Evil in her life!

"Whether you will or not, if you can save my grandfather, I will promise you everything!" Song Qingcheng looked really anxious, and the whole person was frightened, in normal times, she would never say this.

"Really, that's good, the old man's life will be saved by me! As long as he is alive, I can save it!" When Huang Xie heard this, he was immediately excited, if the old man had a cerebral congestion, he could easily be cured, and he made a lot of favor in vain!

Today was a drink again, fortunately not encountered the interception of the traffic police, Song Tingcheng drove the car to the manor where her grandfather lived very smoothly.

As soon as he entered the manor, Song Tingcheng just stopped the car, opened the car door and hurriedly ran into the villa in the manor.

Huang Xuan put away the car keys and quickly followed Song Chengcheng in.

Song Chengcheng hurriedly ran to her grandfather's room and saw that her grandfather's room was full of people, all of whom were her relatives.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Chengcheng saw his grandfather lying on the bed, tears welled up all of a sudden, and he couldn't say anything in a choked voice, so he cried on the side against the wall.

"I'm really sorry that you're here, but your grandfather asked to see you by name before he passed out!" said the middle-aged man on the side very sadly.

"Dad, grandpa, he was fine the day before yesterday, why today!" Song Tingcheng looked at the middle-aged man, it turned out that this middle-aged man was Song Tingcheng's father.

"Yesterday, the old man was still very healthy, and he was still playing chess and drinking tea with your Grandpa Li, so he will ...... today" Father Song shook his head.

"Who are these two?" Song Tingcheng asked when he saw the two strangers next to the bed.

"Hello Miss Song, we are here to treat Master Song!" said one of the short men.

"You're a doctor, and what about Grandpa's personal attending doctor?"

Father Song explained: "The old man's attending physician has something to go home, these two doctors are invited by my local area, and they are a bit prestigious. ”

"My master, he is even more powerful than your so-called doctor, as long as he helps, there is no disease that he can't cure!" The short man looked at the tall middle-aged man on the side very proudly.

Song Tingcheng felt that she had heard this somewhere, and when she saw Huang Xie also walking in, her eyes were raised, isn't this what Huang Xie said before? Could it be that these two people are those so-called barefoot doctors?

"Do you two have medical licenses?" Song Chengcheng looked at these two people with some unkindness, after all, this is a matter of her grandfather's life, these two barefoot doctors who don't even have medical licenses come to treat, what if they are not cured and are cheated out of money?

"How can this thing be worthy of my master's identity!" the short man said disdainfully. "My master is a well-known miracle doctor in the neighborhood! Do you still need a medical certificate? Everyone in the neighborhood can prove it!"

"Without a medical license, why should I believe that you can cure my grandfather?" Song Qingcheng frowned and said in a cheer.

"Miss Song, this miracle doctor doesn't say that he can cure all diseases in the world, but I can still cure only a few cerebral congestions. The middle-aged man said slowly, without the slightest fluster.

Song Tingcheng wanted to say something, but he wanted to stop talking, after all, it was impossible to call other people to treat him now, and the hospital was too far away, and when he was sent to the hospital, it was estimated that his grandfather was already dying.

"Allure, there is no other way now, there is still a little prestige of the folk doctor nearby, and he can only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor!" Father Song said very anxiously, why didn't he worry about this? But is there any other way at the moment, if it drags on like this, Old Man Song's life will not be guaranteed!

"This ......" Song Tingcheng was a little hesitant by what Father Song said, and then said with the mentality of giving it a try: "Okay, but you must make a guarantee!"

"Yes!" the middle-aged man nodded in acquiescence, then took out a piece of paper, wrote down the guarantee with a brush, and then signed his name.

"That's it, Miss Song!" The short man took the paper and handed it to Song Chengcheng, and when he said the three words "Miss Song", he bit very hard.

Song Qingcheng frowned, she was a little dissatisfied with this short man's attitude, but she didn't have a way, what if someone would cure it and then she was angry with herself and didn't want to treat it?

Seeing that Song Qingcheng acquiesced, the middle-aged man sat down next to Old Man Song's bed and stretched out his hand to check Old Man Song's pulse.

The middle-aged man frowned, muttering something to himself in a low voice, and Song Chengcheng didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

"Master Song's illness is not a serious illness, as long as you take the medicine I dispensed, the medicine will definitely cure the disease!" The middle-aged man took his pulse for a long time and finally spoke.

"It's just...... This medicinal material is very precious, so the price is a bit expensive! I don't know if Mr. Song can't you come out?" the middle-aged man said slowly.

"You!" Song Tingcheng looked at this middle-aged man with wide eyes, this is clearly sitting on the ground and starting the price, and he will negotiate the price before he is even cured!

"How much?" Father Song also frowned, he was very nervous now, if this person could really cure the old man's illness, no matter how much money it was, it would not be a problem, only he could cure it!

"If the effect is better, it will cost about millions, and if the effect is worse, it will be more than 100,000!" the middle-aged man coughed dryly and said unhurriedly.

"You guys are robbing!" Song Chengcheng finally couldn't help it, and roared at the two barefoot doctors: "You haven't even cured your illness, so you will collect money, what if it doesn't work?"

"Since Miss Song doesn't believe us, then we will leave, I didn't expect that Master Song's life is not worth the millions, Master Song knows, it is estimated that he will be cold!" The middle-aged man stood up and said with a headache.

Just when Father Song was about to speak out and ask the middle-aged man to sit down and talk well, Song Tingcheng stood behind him and watched the play for a long time, but Huang Xie suddenly intervened, and said lightly to the middle-aged man: "Master Song's life is worth millions, it's not what you can say, but whether your medicine is worth those millions!"

"What do you mean?" the middle-aged man asked coldly as he looked at Huang Xie.

"What do I mean?" Huang Xie sneered, and said coldly to the middle-aged man: "In my opinion, no matter how serious Master Song's illness is, no matter how precious your medicine is, it can't be worth tens of millions!"

"Heh, you dare to question my master's ability!" The short man on the side jumped up and said sarcastically to Huang Xie: "My master is a famous miracle doctor in the neighborhood, who do you think you are?

Huang Xie's eyes widened, and he shouted at the short man unto be outdone: "Then why are you talking so much nonsense! Don't hurry up and get out of the way! Don't get in the way of my treatment!"

"You!" The short man suddenly became angry and wanted to say something to Huang Xie, but the middle-aged man on the side stopped him, the middle-aged man squinted at Huang Xie and said indifferently: "Young man, since you want to govern, then you can govern, anyway, Master Song's time is running out, if you are delayed here, it will be no wonder to me!"

"Hmph! I dare to call myself a miracle doctor if I can order a three-legged cat, I have never called myself a miracle doctor!" Huang Xie said disdainfully, bypassing the middle-aged man, sitting on the edge of the bed, and reaching out to grasp Old Man Song's hand.

Song Chengcheng on the side heard Huang Xie's words, and rolled his eyes suddenly, who said that he was a miracle doctor just now!

"I think you're a complete layman, you don't even know how to take the pulse!" The middle-aged man looked at Huang Xie and grabbed Old Man Song's hand as soon as he came up, and sneered coldly.

Huang Xie didn't pay attention to him, at this time he was injecting his internal qi into Old Man Song's body to observe the condition in Old Man Song's body.