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After more than 30 minutes, the car entered a courtyard called Xishan Sanatorium, where several small buildings are hidden between the babbling water of flowers and trees, and the environment is quite good.

Zheng Zhefan saw that there were already several people waiting in the parking lot.

Among these people, he only knew Qin Donglai.

As soon as the car was parked, Qin Donglai strode over, personally opened the car door for Zheng Zhefan, bowed down and said with a smile: "Trouble Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng, please get out of the car!"

Qin Donglai was a little unhappy in his heart, he didn't expect Pan Zhenglong to let his daughter drive such a small car that could not be used on the table to pick up Mr. Zheng, a master.

That's a bit of a slack.

He was a little frightened, afraid that Zheng Zhefan would be upset. It is precisely because of this that Qin Donglai behaved more respectfully. It's a bit of a junior ceremony.

Seeing this scene, Pan Lu was stunned.

She didn't expect that Uncle Qin would be so respectful to Zheng Zhefan.

In her opinion, this is a little abnormal.

Zheng Zhefan got out of the car, shook hands with Qin Donglai, and said indifferently: "Mr. Donglai, where is the patient, take me to have a look." ”

Pan Zhenglong also approached.

He kept looking at Zheng Zhefan.

There is still a trace of greenness between the boy's eyebrows and eyes, and his age is only in his twenties at most, about the same as his daughter, right?

Does such a big kid really have mysterious and unpredictable skills?

Qin Donglai introduced Zheng Zhefan: "Mr. Zheng, this is Mr. Pan Zhenglong, the chairman of Yulong Group. ”

Zheng Zhefan smiled slightly, he could see the doubts in Pan Zhenglong's heart. He nodded: "Hello Mr. Pan!"

"Hello Mr. Zheng, thank you for taking the time to come to my father's treatment. Pan Zhenglong said.

"You're welcome, take me to see the patient. Zheng Zhefan said.

So, Pan Zhenglong led the way in front, and Qin Donglai accompanied Zheng Zhefan and walked towards a small building. Pan Lu followed last.

She frowned slightly.

At this time, she realized that her father invited Zheng Zhefan over to see her grandfather.

A student, who is not studying medicine, is regarded as a master by the two elders, which makes her a little crying and laughing.

If this is seen by outsiders, it will definitely be a big joke.

Soon, he came to the room where Pan Gaoshou was.

I saw an old man with silver hair half-lying on a raised bed, and he was talking indistinctly there.

And beside the old man's bedside, two little nurses are taking care of them.

"Mr. Zheng, this is my father, who is 83 years old this year, has never been able to get out of bed since he collapsed from a stroke at the beginning of last year. I invited famous doctors all over the country, but no one could make him recover a little. Please help my father to heal him. Pan Zhenglong said softly.

Then, he bent down and smiled at the old father on the bed and said, "Dad, I have asked another qigong master to push the uterus and invigorate the blood for you, maybe you will be able to get up and walk after a few treatments." ”

Zheng Zhefan frowned.

I didn't expect that I would become a qigong master in the eyes of others.

A qigong master is a qigong master, which is also a good cover-up.

He didn't speak.

The old man on the bed spoke to his son in a vague manner, obviously the sequelae of the stroke, which made his speech very unclear.

However, Zheng Zhefan heard the old gentleman's words clearly, and the other party was saying that he was too young, and he didn't look like a master at all, and he didn't believe in himself too much.

Zheng Zhefan said with a smile: "Old man, qigong massage is a green therapy, whether it is effective or not, you can see it in a while." If you let me try, I'll give it a try for you and see if I can help you. If you don't trust me because I'm young, then I'll turn around and go. ”

He said this with a bit of arrogance.

It was because of his friend's plea that he came.

If the other party still doesn't trust him, then he doesn't have to stay here with a thick face.

Hearing what Zheng Zhefan said, the old man on the bed froze, he obviously didn't expect that Zheng Zhefan could understand his words so vaguely.

The old man said to his son again.

"Mr. Zheng, my father said that he hopes to get your massage treatment, please help my father. Pan Zhenglong raised his head and said to Zheng Zhefan.

Zheng Zhefan nodded and said, "Bring a basin of water and let me calm my hands." ”

Immediately someone brought a basin of water.

Zheng Zhefan washed his hands, wiped it with a clean white towel, came to the bedside, and began to push it up with a set of thin cotton pajamas attached to the old man's outside.

For patients paralyzed by stroke, it is mainly the irreversible lesions in the nerve center, which leads to problems in nerve signal transmission.

Zheng Zhefan's massage mainly followed the spine all the way up, and then concentrated on a few large acupuncture points in the brain and began to be lightly afraid of massage.

With each slap, he penetrated a wisp of fairy qi into the opponent's body, and used the power of this fairy spirit to slowly repair part of the broken nervous system.

Pan Gaoshou only felt that there was a warm flow of heat flowing down his spine to his whole body. Then his chaotic brain slowly began to become clear.

He couldn't move his right side, not even his little finger.

After Zheng Zhefan's massage, he felt that the right side of his body began to itch, and he felt something, as if there were small insects crawling in his body.

This made him can't help but move his body.

The old man was taken aback, and he noticed that his right arm seemed to be able to move.

In the process of Zheng Zhefan's massage, Pan Lu stood beside his father.

"Dad, he's just a student in our school, is it reliable to ask my grandfather to see a doctor?" Pan Lu said softly to his father.

"Is it reliable, it's always okay to try, right?" Pan Zhenglong said in a low voice.

Pan Lu shook his head lightly: "I think this practice is a bit ridiculous, and if outsiders know about it, it is estimated that they will laugh at our family." ”

Pan Zhenglong shook his head, smiled wryly and spread his hands and said, "I can't help it." ”

Qin Donglai, who was on the side, heard the father and daughter talking and frowned. The worry in his heart was even heavier. Zheng Zhefan's miracles, he has definitely understood.

Pan Zhenglong's father and daughter talk like this, which is tantamount to not trusting themselves very much. After all, Zheng Zhefan was highly recommended by himself.

However, this distrust is also human.

In the face of a young man like Zheng Zhefan, nine out of ten people would not believe that he was an unfathomable master.

But it's okay to not trust, don't talk about it like that.

If the master hears it, what will he think in his heart?

Don't think that if you talk quietly, people won't hear you.

Zheng Zhefan naturally heard the small words of Pan Zhenglong's father and daughter, and if his ears wanted to hear it, all the voices within a radius of one kilometer could be heard.

What's more, Pan Lu and Pan Zhenglong are beside them.

Zheng Zhefan gave Pan Gaoshou a massage for five or six minutes, and then he patted the old man and said softly, "Old man, you can get up." ”

The next scene shocked everyone in the room. I saw Pan Gaoshou turn over and sit up, so he grabbed Zheng Zhefan's hands tightly, two lines of old tears flowed, and he choked up and said, "Master, thank you!"