"This is too bad, he must have committed a hidden disease!"

"Who knows what's wrong with him?"

The crowd was in a hurry.

This guard is the old guard of Mr. Hua, and on the first day he joined the army, he followed Mr. Hua.

The two have experienced life and death together, although it is a relationship between superiors and subordinates, but the two are like brothers, fighting and killing enemies together, drinking big bowls together, making military exploits together, destroying strong enemies, and finally retreating to the back line together.

Today, Mr. Hua is more than ten years older than him and in good health.

But his old guard was lying on the ground, seeing that it was becoming faster and more difficult to breathe, and he was facing a life-and-death crisis.

At this time, seeing the sallow face of the old guard, several illnesses instantly appeared in Tang Zheng's mind.

But just looking at it, Tang Zheng couldn't determine which kind of illness it was.

"Don't sit together, pay attention to the air circulation."

Tang Zheng reminded casually, wanting to try to step forward and check the pulse of the old guard.

At this time, a high-pitched voice sounded:

"Everyone pay attention to the crowd dredging and leave room for patients!"

Shang Xingyun's eyes flashed with excitement, and he felt that the time for him to show his skills was coming.

As soon as he took a step, he came to the old guard.

"Hey, who are you?"

Old Man Hua grabbed his hand.

Shang Xingyun's face showed a trace of embarrassment:

Old man Minghua just met him and praised him, why did he forget it in a blink of an eye?

In desperation, Shang Xingyun had no choice but to introduce himself:

"I am a son of the Shang family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and my father is Shang Guoming."

"A family of Chinese medicine! Now there is salvation! ”

People were pleasantly surprised.

Old man Hua also trusts Chinese medicine, and when he heard this, he let go of his hand, didn't look at his face, and ordered anxiously:

"Boy, look at what happened to Old Qian?"

Shang Xingyun was depressed for a while.

But he is bent on being in the limelight, and he doesn't care so much.

Stepping forward, he first gently pressed Qian Lao's pulse and listened for a while.

Then he raised his head and muttered with a pretended caution.

Old Man Hua is dying:

"Do you know what the disease is, can it be cured?"

Shang Xingyun said slowly:

"Qian Lao's pulse is unstable, it seems to be a heart disease, dare to ask Old Man Hua, has Qian Lao been injured in the chest?"

When Old Man Hua heard this, he immediately became anxious:

"Where do you talk so much nonsense! We have been fighting on the battlefield for decades, and we have never been injured anywhere! You just say can you cure it? ”

Shang Xingyun gave Old Man Hua a scolding and was stunned.

Before he could speak, he heard a calm and calm voice:

"Hua Lao don't have to worry, Qian Lao's illness is not too difficult, I can cure it now!" "Brush!"

Everyone's eyes suddenly looked at Qian Lao's side, the young man who was cutting his pulse.

Shang Xingyun's brows twitched wildly:

"Tang Zheng! It's you again! ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on Tang Zheng.

Shang Xingyun's face was distorted, and the jealousy in his eyes was about to turn into substance.

"It's you brute again! Always come to spoil my good deeds! ”

Deep in Shang Xingyun's heart, he was crazy with hatred.

He couldn't wait to slap Tang Zheng more than a dozen big mouths.

But he didn't dare to attack on the spot like Tang Zheng.

"Why, I said I can cure it, are you not convinced?"

After Tang Zheng noticed the crowd, Shang Xingyun's face was gloomy.

The eyes of the crowd suddenly "brushed" and looked at Shang Xingyun again.

Tang Zheng smiled and withdrew his pulse-cutting hand:

"Then why don't you treat him?"

In front of everyone's eyes, Shang Xingyun's face suddenly turned purple with embarrassment:

"I ......"

He was so stumbling that he couldn't say one, two, three.

Shang Xingyun really can't wait that he can cure this old guy's illness.

But the key is that with the current conditions, he can't even figure out why the old man is sick.

His eyes flickered, and Shang Xingyun said coldly unconvinced:

"I confess, I couldn't heal him. His condition is a bit peculiar, I ......"

"Humph, rubbish!"

Tang Zheng interrupted him disdainfully.

Everyone suddenly looked at Shang Xingyun with strange eyes.

Shang Xingyun's face became even more ugly, and he said in a gloomy tone:

"Can you heal?"

He didn't believe that his family of traditional Chinese medicine and hundreds of years of inheritance could not confirm the old man's illness.

This poor boy who became a monk halfway can do it!

Who knows, Tang Zheng glanced at him playfully:

"Shang Xingyun, huh? Are you deaf? I said I could heal, didn't you hear? ”

"You're ......!"

Shang Xingyun was speechless, seeing that everyone was looking at him with strange expressions, there was an atmosphere in his heart, and he said coldly:

"If you have the ability, then you can come!"

"Why don't I come! If you don't use it, just stand aside and watch! ”

Tang Zheng said disdainfully.

For Shang Xingyun, he didn't save face at all.

It was this guy just now, looking for his own stubble three times and twice.

Tang Zheng is not a good man, he has always spared no effort to slap those who owe smoke.

He was just about to make a move:

"Stop!"

A cold voice rang out.

"Who are you?"

Tang Zheng looked at the person who spoke.

Shang Xingyun's face was suddenly overjoyed:

"Big brother!"

A man in a neat suit with a tough face, twenty-five or sixteen years old, was looking at Tang Zheng coldly.

"This person is Shang Xingyun's eldest brother?"

"Isn't Shang Xingyun a single transmission of the fifth generation?"

"My name is Shang Xingzhi, and I am the righteous son of the Shang family."

"He's actually Shang Xingzhi!"

There was a discussion in the crowd:

"Shang Xingzhi is young and promising, he is the most business-minded person in the Shang family, under his control, the assets of the Shang family have nearly doubled!"

"This man's style is extremely tough, and few people can brush it off at the negotiating table."

"It seems that he can't look at Shang Xingyun and has been insulted like this......"

Thinking of Shang Xingzhi's tough personality, everyone couldn't help but look at Tang Zheng:

This kid who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble!

"Dah."

Shang Xingzhi took a step forward and came straight to Tang Zheng.

He glanced at Tang Zheng from head to toe, with a cold expression:

"Your name is Tang Zheng?"

"Yes, I wonder what you have to teach you?"

Shang Xingzhi's eyes were gloomy and he said:

"You insulted my brother just now, and even more insulted my Shang family!"

His tone suddenly chilled:

"You've got to give me an explanation!"

"Give you an explanation?"

Tang Zheng pouted disdainfully:

"Your brother is not angry, can you blame me?"

"My brother is not angry, it's his business, I can teach him, my Shang family can teach him, but it's not your turn to teach him!"

"So you want me to give you an explanation? Good! ”

Tang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and looked at the sallow and unconscious old man in front of him on the ground:

"When I cure him, I'll give you an explanation."

"But for now, get out of the way! Give your brother the waste, and watch from the sidelines! ”