Tang Jue had a long, long dream.

In his dreams, he felt as if he had returned to the place where he had lived for twenty years. There are fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, and of course, there are many Tang disciples.

When you get up early in the morning, disciples under the age of nine must first go to the school to endorse the book, and those who pass the assessment will go to the square for morning exercises. In the morning, everyone went to their respective branches to practice martial arts, in the afternoon they competed with each other, and in the evening they had their own time.

There, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the ancient trees are towering to the sky, just like a peach blossom source, no one dares to provoke, and they are comfortable.

Tang Jue seemed to have returned to the old days, endorsing and cultivating, but he was very happy.

"Tang Jue! Absolutely not! ”

A dull sound sounded in his ears, and Tang Jue, who was cultivating in the Martial Arts Hall, suddenly found that everything around him was falling apart. Houses are collapsing, mountains are crumbling, and green mountains and green waters are rising into the sky, as if the whole world has been stripped away.

"Tang Jue!"

Tang Jue opened his eyes violently and looked at the person in front of him.

In the eye, it is Song Zhengguo.

Memories rushed into his mind frantically, Tang Jue felt that his head hurt all of a sudden, and he wanted to raise his hand and rub it vigorously, but it hurt all over his body, making him frown.

"How does it feel?" Song Zhengguo was overjoyed and hurriedly asked. Just now when he saw Tang Jue, he seemed to be smiling, and his palms were trembling slightly, so he wanted to wake up Tang Jue, but he didn't expect it to be really successful.

"It's fine." Tang Jue said softly, then turned his neck slightly, and looked around.

It was a luxurious room, and there was only one hospital bed in the huge room, and it was obvious that he had returned to China.

Song Zhengguo breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but immediately frowned, and said, "The doctor said that if you can wake up, it means that you are fine, they just finished filming you, and the results will be available soon, and then they will operate on you!" ”

"Surgery?" Tang Jue turned his head, lay on the bed and looked at Song Zhengguo, and asked, "How long have I been in a coma?" ”

"Exactly nine hours." Song Zhengguo replied, his face became excited, and he said gratefully, "Tang Jue, you rescued Song Zheng, I am here to thank you on behalf of the Song family!" ”

As he spoke, Song Zhengguo actually bowed hard.

Tang Jue frowned slightly when he looked at Song Zhengguo's appearance, but he shook his head and said, "Tell them that I won't do surgery and find a Chinese medicine doctor to treat me." ”

"What?" Song Zhengguo was stunned when he heard this, stood up straight and looked at Tang Jue, and said solemnly, "Tang Jue, if it is an ordinary bruise, I won't persuade you, but you have a rib fracture, you can't make trouble!" ”

"It's because I can't make a fuss that I need a Chinese medicine doctor." Tang Jue frowned, and said lightly, "This request is not difficult." ”

Song Zhengguo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, he knew how stubborn Tang Jue's temperament was, so he could only say, "Okay, I'll ask the best Chinese medicine doctor in Yanjing to treat you." ”

"Thank you." Tang Jue said lightly.

Song Zhengguo went out to leave after a few more words, and Tang Jue was the only one left in the huge room.

Tang Jue looked at the empty house, and his heart was like water.

This room, the space is a little swinging.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Tang Jue's mouth, closed his eyes, and used the internal force in the dantian to heal himself.

Ten minutes later, Song Zhengguo came back and informed Tang Jue that he had contacted the best doctor and would be there in half an hour.

Tang Jue just nodded and didn't say a word.

Song Zhengguo couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at Tang Jue's indifferent appearance, and then seemed to think of something, and quickly turned around to make a call.

But after the phone call, Song Zhengguo's face became even heavier, and it could be seen from the twitching muscles on his face that he was holding back his anger.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

When Song Zhengguo heard this, he strode to the door and opened the door himself.

When he saw the person outside the door, his expression suddenly became very respectful, and he bowed his head at the person and said, "Uncle Meng, you are here in person!" ”

Tang Jue, who was lying on the bed, turned his head and looked at the person at the door.

It was an old man, although his hair was dyed black, his physique was well maintained, and he looked like he was fifty years old, but Tang Jue was sure that the other party was at least seventy years old.

The spirit can deceive people, but things like aura and experience can't deceive people.

With Song Zhengguo's status, he has to respect this old man so much, it seems that this old man is not small.

This old man's name is Meng Yong.

In this era of Western medicine as the mainstream, traditional Chinese medicine is increasingly regarded as weak, although the country is always talking about vigorously developing traditional Chinese medicine, but the slogan has been shouted for more than ten years, but it has never seen action. And the situation of Chinese medicine is very embarrassing, often patients who cannot be cured by Western medicine will find Chinese medicine, and once Chinese medicine is not cured, it will fall into the reputation of a liar.

Meng Yong, 74 years old this year, is a national traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and a tenured honorary professor at Yenching University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He has long gone to school to teach, and only occasionally goes to give a big lecture, but the audience is at least at the level of a professor. After the age of 70, he did not continue to practice medicine in the hospital, in his own words, "the people who have saved most of their lives, it is time to save themselves".

After the age of seventy, Meng Yong only occasionally treated people at the top of the state, or occasionally mentioned his disciples, but as for visiting doctors, he had already stopped doing it.

So this time Meng Yong came in person, which really scared Song Zhengguo. This big Buddha, even the old man in the family must be respectful and courteous.

"You're a kid of the Song family, right?" Meng Yong looked at the tall man in front of him and said.

"Yes, I am Song Liwei's eldest son, Song Zhengguo." Song Zhengguo hurriedly said respectfully.

"Not bad, not bad." Meng Yong showed a kind smile and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, it seems that the last time I saw you, you had just gotten married." ”

Song Zhengguo hurriedly said when he heard this, "Yes, I didn't expect your memory to be so good, Uncle Meng!" ”

"It's useless, old!" Meng Yong smiled, waved his hand, and turned his head to look at Tang Jue on the hospital bed.

Tang Jue was also looking at him, just staring at each other.

One kind, one easy-going.

"You're Tang Jue?" Meng Yong asked out loud.

"Exactly." Tang Jue said, "I've seen the old gentleman, and the juniors can't get up and salute." ”

"It's okay." Meng Yong smiled and waved his hand, and said, "I can afford to call me 'sir', but I can't stand the word 'old'!" ”

Tang Jue smiled and said, "It's the junior who said the mistake, please forgive me." ”

"Yes, yes, the children can be taught." Meng Yong crossed Song Zhengguo, walked to Tang Jue's window, looked at Tang Jue's face, then looked at the room again, and said, "Although you look calm, you are forcing yourself, if I guessed correctly, it is because the room is empty, right?" ”

Tang Jue was shocked in his heart, he thought that as long as he did it deliberately, he would be able to be happy and angry, but he didn't expect to be seen by this old gentleman at a glance.

"Yes." Tang Jue said.

This time, Meng Yong was stunned, he didn't expect this kid to be so honest, he didn't even hesitate for a second, such a mentality, it can be regarded as a pure heart!

I saw Meng Yong turn his head to look at Song Zhengguo, who came to his side, and said regretfully, "Is this Song family already so lacking in etiquette?" ”

When Song Zhengguo heard this, a cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he hurriedly said, "It's the Song family who is rude, and I was about to reprimand them." ”

"Hmph." Meng Yong snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Tang Jue, and said, "Can I see a doctor for you?" ”

"Sir, please." Tang Jue said respectfully.

Meng Yong stretched out a finger and pressed it on the radius of Tang Jue's wrist.

Tang Jue was shocked when he saw this.

Usually, three fingers are needed to check the pulse, which are pressed on the inch, guan, and ruler respectively. Those who can understand one or two pulses are considered beginners, those who understand three or four are considered good doctors, and those who understand seven or eight points are senior doctors. And what this old gentleman did was something that only a few doctors could do------- "one finger and three passes".

The so-called "one finger to three passes" is to hold down the inch, guan and ruler three places with one finger at the same time, and at the same time sense the small float in it. Those who can do such a healer are miraculous doctors in any era.

After only twenty breaths of pulse, Meng Yong took his finger off the pulse, stretched out his hand, and stuck it on Tang Jue's chest, very lightly.

For a great doctor, the body surface can float and the internal organs move to diagnose and treat.

"Four ribs were broken, one of which pierced two inches into the liver and one into the bottom of the lung." Meng Yong withdrew his hand and said, looking at Tang Jue, "I'm curious, aren't you in pain?" ”

"It hurts." Tang Jue said truthfully.

Meng Yong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "In ancient times, he was known as a hero and hero, but I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to meet one in my life." ”

Tang Jue smiled and said, "The seniors have won the award, how dare the juniors compare with Guan Yu." ”

"You don't have to be humble, at least you are not inferior to him in terms of pain." Meng Yong waved his hand and said kindly, "I haven't treated someone for a long time, so I'll try your hand today, I don't know if you're willing?" ”

Tang Jue smiled when he heard this, and said, "It is my honor to be healed by Mr. ”

Meng Yong smiled with satisfaction, his attitude towards Tang Jue was very useful, and he turned to Song Zhengguo and said, "Call my disciples outside in, and then don't let anyone in." ”

"Yes, Uncle Meng!" Song Zhengguo hurriedly said and turned around to leave.

"Wait, I'm not done yet!" Meng Yong's tone was obviously not as friendly as he had just been to Tang Jueshi, on the contrary, he was very indifferent.

Song Zhengguo stopped all of a sudden, and hurriedly said, "What else does Uncle Meng have to order?" ”

"Go back and tell Song Liwei that the Song family will not come to me for medical treatment in the future, let him educate and educate his children and grandchildren first!" Meng Yong said directly, his tone was indifferent and undisguised.

Song Zhengguo's face changed when he heard this, and he could only smile bitterly, nodded helplessly and said, "Yes, I will definitely tell my father." ”

After speaking, Song Zhengguo left the room and followed in two people who were about fifty years old.

"Master, you called us?" One of them said to Meng Yong.

"Well, I'm going to give this little friend a bone, and you two will give me a hand." Meng Yong said.

The two of them were stunned, glanced at Tang Jue in shock, and hurriedly said, "Yes!" ”

"Boy, Chinese medicine also needs to use surgery, and I don't have anesthetics with me now, can you bear it?" Meng Yong asked with a thick smile on his face.

Tang Jue glanced at Meng Yong and said, "Sir, don't worry too much, just use the knife." ”

"Good!" Meng Yong laughed three times and said, "Bring a knife!" ”