Chengfeng Lao Dao and Zhou Ziyan, the ancestors and grandsons, once gave Zhang Qingyuan a headache, but after the old guy was beaten up by Zhang Qingyuan, he admired him extremely and came to Zhang Qingyuan almost every day. And the little girl saw that the omnipotent and powerful grandfather was not Zhang Qingyuan's opponent, and she admired him very much, almost as long as Zhang Qingyuan was in the Taoist temple, the little girl would stick to him.

What made Zhang Qingyuan even more speechless was that if Zhang Qingyuan hadn't disagreed, the old guy would have worshipped him as a teacher. Seeing that this road doesn't work, the old guy is obsessed with worshipping Zhang Qingyuan, the older people are, the more naïve they are, under the stalking of this old child, Zhang Qingyuan had no choice but to worship him, so Chengfeng called him brother, and even better - Zhou Ziyan called him brother all day long.

These two ancestors and grandchildren are simply a pair of superb, and the generations are so chaotic that they can't be repeated.

"Even your grandfather can't help it, how can I have a way?"

Zhang Qingyuan naturally did not agree, although he has a balanced five elements, which is not a difficult thing for ordinary people's diseases at all, Chinese medicine treatment mainly regulates the five elements of the human body, and what is lacking makes up for something, but after all, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and even Chengfeng Lao Dao can be found hiding in this ghost place, not to mention that he still lives in the city, if he really starts and spreads his reputation, he will not be annoyed to death every day.

"Oh, Brother Qingyuan, you are better than my grandfather, my grandfather can't, maybe you can?" Zhou Ziyan doesn't think so, this simple age is the time when love is overflowing, she is kind and can't see others suffering, and she can't stand to shed tears when she sees the old man in pain, so she can't understand Zhang Qingyuan's thoughts.

Seeing Zhang Qingyuan shaking his head, before he could speak, Zhou Ziyan grabbed his arm again and shook it back and forth, which stimulated Zhang Qingyuan to almost feel unstable, but he heard Zhou Ziyan say in a coquettish voice: "Brother Qingyuan, how can you see death and not save it, you haven't seen it, how do you know that you can't help it, if you have a way and don't go to see it, then wouldn't the old man be unjustly killed?" ”

Looking at Zhou Ziyan's more serious expression, Zhang Qingyuan couldn't cry or laugh a little, and his feelings were still called murder if he didn't treat people.

"Alas, I said you girl, what are you good about, that's okay, just take a look." Seeing Zhou Ziyan's indomitable appearance, Zhang Qingyuan knew that he would not be able to go to see it, and seeing that she was still shaking, the softness on her arms was still squeezing, and hurriedly agreed.

"Hehe, I know that Brother Qingyuan is the best."

Hearing Zhou Ziyan's grinning voice, Zhang Qingyuan was speechless, thinking that if you didn't make me almost go crazy, I didn't bother to treat the disease, of course, I don't have to treat it if I have to look at it, just pretend to see it later.

"You ghost girl, let's go, let's go see that old man's house, it's not good if you go late." Zhang Qingyuan said angrily.

"Yes, Brother Qingyuan." Zhou Ziyan hurriedly agreed, and then pulled Zhang Qingyuan and walked towards a bamboo building in front.

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At this moment, in another bamboo building that is much larger than Zhang Qingyuan's, the old man before was lying on the bamboo bed, his eyes were closed, his breath was more out and less breath in, and his cheeks were gray against the backdrop of the old age spots on his face, and only his skinny arms were still infused.

The old man's current situation is obviously worse than before.

In front of the old man's bed, the middle-aged woman who had called him dad before was squatting beside the bed, tears falling down her face, but she couldn't say anything.

The middle-aged man sat on the bamboo sofa with a frown, his face was gloomy, and he smoked one after another.

Chengfeng Lao Dao stood by the window, looked at the lotus flowers in the pond outside the window, and sighed. As a doctor, it is very uncomfortable to see a patient in pain but unable to do anything, especially in the past, he basically cured the disease, even if it was a difficult disease.

"Teacher, do you want to stop looking? Mr. Huang has been keen on charity all these years, and even founded the United Charity Foundation, I don't know how many poor families he has helped, he is a good person. ”

Standing next to Cheng Feng Lao Dao was the doctor before, he looked at Mr. Huang lying on the bed, and sighed, but when he thought that such a philanthropist was about to die, he couldn't help but sigh that God was unfair. But what he has learned all his life is taught by Chengfeng Lao Dao, since Cheng Feng Lao Dao has just said that there is no help, he naturally believes it, but it is one thing to believe, and it is another thing to accept it.

"Hangong, Mr. Huang is basically at the end of his life this time, if he is sent a few months earlier, there will be a way to improve, but now that his lung cancer has reached the stage of zuihou, I really can't do anything, I can only delay him for a few days through acupuncture and medicine."

In the Chinese medical circles, there is only one person named Han Gong -- Jiang Hangong, as a leader in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangnan Province, he is also well-known in China. Others only know that he has superb medical skills and is tireless in learning, but they don't know that his medical skills are learned from the old Tao.

The woman who was crying there and the man who was smoking on the bamboo sofa heard it, and when the woman heard this, she couldn't suppress her cry anymore and cried out.

Then, she stood up abruptly, rushed to the middle-aged man's side, and cried and shouted:

"Huang Zhiguo! It's all your fault, if it weren't for Dad trying to help you sit in a stable position, would he have been able to delay seeing a doctor until now? Father...... If Dad is gone, it's all your fault!! ”

Seeing that Huang Zhiguo's head was lowered and he didn't say a word, the woman was angry, and stretched out her hand to slap the cigarette in his hand, "Smoking, smoking, smoking!" Do you want to get lung cancer like your dad??? ”

"Huang Zhiqin!" Seeing that the woman's expression was a little out of control, Huang Zhiguo suddenly raised his head and shouted, but he raised his head and saw his sister in tears, but he couldn't say anything anymore, he was stunned, sighed, lowered his head with a little red eyes, picked up the cigarette butt, and pressed it into the ashtray.

Reaching out to hold his sister's hand, Huang Zhiguo helped her to the sofa, put his arm around his sister's shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice: "I know it's all because of me, I'm sorry for Dad." ”

This man, who was as imposing as the wind before, has a bitter face at the moment.

Money and power are not as important as the family, as long as the family is together, even if there is less money, there is nothing, this is Huang Zhiguo's truest idea at the moment, but his thoughts can only be to think about it, when he saw the old man lying on the bed breathing weakly, his cheeks were deep, and his face was painful, he had not shed tears in adulthood, but he cried silently at the moment.

This kind of scene, the 'Uncle Knife' who looked solemn on the side was also moved by compassion, glanced at Huang Lao who was lying on the bed, and sighed in his heart, not to mention the benevolent old way of the doctor and Jiang Hangong, and the little nurse who followed with him was a little overwhelmed when she saw this scene, and only guarded the old man by the bedside, looking at the liquid dripping down from the hanging bottle, her heart was surging.

At this moment, a coquettish voice suddenly sounded at the door, "Let me in!" ”

Everyone in the room turned their heads, but at this moment, Zhou Ziyan and Zhang Qingyuan were standing at the door, but they were stopped by the four bodyguards of the Huang family at the door and couldn't enter.

"Mr. Huang, this is my granddaughter and brother." Cheng Feng Lao Dao was a little nondescript and introduced, which made everyone in the room a little unrefreshed, but Huang Zhiguo immediately waved his hand to the bodyguards, and the bodyguards immediately retreated, and Zhou Ziyan walked in with Zhang Qingyuan.

It's him?

Looking at Zhang Qingyuan, 'Uncle Daozi', who was sitting on the bamboo chair and slowly sipping tea, recognized him at a glance, and slowly put the tea cup on the coffee table, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Grandpa, I'll take Brother Qingyuan to show this old man." Zhou Ziyan didn't say anything, but everyone in the room looked at her in a daze, and Rao was a lively and bold Zhou Ziyan was also a little embarrassed and stuck out her tongue.

Cheng Feng Lao Dao looked at Zhang Qingyuan in surprise, and wondered: "Brother, do you know how to heal?" ”