Meng Fan nodded with a smile: "The Witch Doctor Sect was formed in the seventies by Mr. Wang Shipei, who claimed to be a master of domestic Zhuyoushu. [Ran^Text^Library] In recent years, because of the country's suppression of feudal superstition, as well as the prevalence of Western medicine and the emergence of scientific medical treatment, Zhu Youshu has been greatly restricted, so there are very few people who have heard of Zhu Youshu in society. ”

"Heh, it seems you understand a little."

The man smiled unruly and looked at Meng Fan contemptuously: "You are talking so much with me today, even if you are just a child, you can memorize it in less than a night, is this called understanding medical skills?" ”

"Then may I ask, what do you think is called medical skills?" Meng Fan knew that this person was just here to find trouble, but he still said without hurrying.

"Take out your ability and prove to me that you are really a master of Chinese medicine." The man snorted coldly.

"How do you want to prove it? Listen to it. Meng Fan slowly stood up from the bench.

"Next week, the four major schools of Chinese medicine in China will gather in Longjiang, and there will be a Chinese medicine seminar at that time. Its purpose is, firstly, to promote the development of medical skills among sects, and secondly, to set up a clinical consultation department. There will be a lot of patients coming, and if you really have the ability, I'll see how you treat it. ”

After speaking, the man was still afraid that Meng Fan would not agree, so he tilted his head and raised his head: "What?" Do you dare? ”

Meng Fan ignored him, but turned his face to look at Qiu Lao: "Is there such a thing?" ”

Qiu Laowei closed his eyes and nodded: "Yes, we are here for the Chinese medicine seminar this time, but I just arrived in Longjiang and heard about you, so I want to verify it." ”

"Okay, I promise." Meng Fan said categorically without thinking about it: "When the time comes, I will ask all the seniors for more advice." ”

"That...... Xiao Meng, you have to think about it. ”

After such a short period of contact, Qiu Lao began to feel that Meng Fan was still quite satisfied with this young man. Regardless of whether he really has such a deep understanding of Chinese medicine, but from this feeling, he still feels that it is necessary to remind: "This Chinese medicine seminar is not a joke, when the time comes, it will not only discuss the issue of medical treatment, but also clean up the Chinese medicine community." ”

"Cleaning up the TCM community? What does that mean? Meng Fan was a little confused.

"In recent years, there have been many unpopular doctors in China who claim to be masters of traditional Chinese medicine, and they are swaggering and deceiving in hospitals under the banner of traditional Chinese medicine."

At this time, Luo Haibin, who had not spoken, stood up and added: "Therefore, our annual seminar is also for this purpose, not only to promote the study of medical skills, but also to clean up some scum that has damaged the reputation of our Chinese medicine." ”

Hearing this, Meng Fan understood.

Qiu Lao's worry about himself is that he is afraid that if his medical skills are not perfect, he will be cleaned up of the Chinese medicine industry if he breaks the rules. If so, I'm afraid that the good future has also been smashed into it.

Thinking about this problem clearly, Meng Fan looked at Qiu Lao gratefully and said, "Grandpa Qiu, don't worry, if I really don't have good medical skills, I will voluntarily quit this circle, and I can't do anything about deceiving the world and stealing my name." ”

"Okay, Meng Fan, that's what you said." The man from the witch doctor smiled excitedly, as if he had found a wallet.

Meng Fan just smiled and said no more.

"Okay, let's talk about it here today, and I'll send someone to bring you the admission card for the TCM seminar later." As he spoke, Old Qiu stood up and looked at Meng Fan with appreciative eyes: "Young man, if you are really a disciple of the Qingxin Sect, I can be regarded as a treasure, old man." ”

"It can't be fake, it can't be fake." Meng Fan said confidently: "After you go back, you can go to check all the information of the Qingxinmen, if you are worried that I will pretend, you can test me." ”

"Good!"

Qiu Lao finally smiled happily, turned around and led everyone to leave slowly, and even Luo Haibin's attitude towards Meng Fan now became a little more respectful.

After all, if other Chinese medicine sects have prejudices or are not used to Meng Fan, they can understand it. However, Luo Haibin knew that he couldn't, firstly, the Taoist Medicine School was basically half a branch of the Qingxinmen, and in the final analysis, the Qingxinmen was more authentic, but it was just lost.

These two are also the most important, Qiu Lao is Luo Haibin's uncle, this relationship is here, how dare he make an offense.

Seeing the others get back into the luxurious car, turn around and leave slowly, Meng Fan shook his head with tears and laughter, put his hands behind his back, and said to himself: "Chinese medicine, it's time to be lively." ”

"Xiao Fan, do you really have the ability to deal with them?" At this time, Zheng Dexun didn't know when he stood next to him and asked worriedly.

"Grandpa Zheng, the four major schools of Chinese medicine, the most orthodox of which is Qiu Lao's Taoist school. Among the other three sects, the Warm Disease Sect is okay, but the Witch Doctor Sect and the Huashu Sect, these two, are just fishing in troubled waters to get cheap. ”

As he spoke, Meng Fan showed a narrow smile: "So, I have to clean up the portal this year." ”

"You clean the portal?" Zheng Dexun was stunned: "How do you clean up?" So many of them? ”

"They are not authentic Chinese medicine at all, you listen to the name, the witch doctor school, is a typical feudal superstition, if you don't get rid of it, their damage to Chinese medicine will be even more serious."

As he spoke, Meng Fan raised his hand and put his arm on Zheng Dexun's shoulder, and walked towards the courtyard of the villa with his arms around him: "Jiayi is injured, you won't blame me, right?" ”

"I've heard it all." Zheng Dexun smiled and shook his head: "This girl looks at you more than any of us now, it doesn't matter, since she wants to be with you, she should also bear the risks." ”

"Grandpa Zheng, I assure you that this is Jiayi's first and last injury, and I will never let anyone hurt her again." Meng Fan was indescribably moved in his heart.

He didn't know what Master Xu Songling had done to the Zheng family, and he would make the Zheng family treat him like this, closer than his own son, or maybe Zheng Dexun's temperament was like this.

However, the more the Zheng family was like this, the more guilty and moved Meng Fan felt in his heart, and he was even more reluctant to let them have any damage.

"Hehehe, silly boy."

Old Man Zheng stopped, clenched his fist with one hand and lightly beat Meng Fan's heart: "You don't have to promise me, the place that should be guaranteed is you, as long as you put your heart into Jiayi, no matter what she does, it's fine." ”

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be a little unresponsive, so he saw Zheng Dexun walking away with a grin.

Obviously, Old Man Zheng also complained that Meng Fan loved his granddaughter too little. After reacting to this question, Meng Fan scratched his head guiltily, turned around and looked upstairs, and then walked towards the room where Zheng Jiayi was.

…………

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, Meng Fan, who had slept on the floor next to Zheng Jiayi's bed all night, had not woken up, perhaps because of the treatment of Zheng Jiayi in the mall yesterday, which made him consume too much mental energy and was very tired.

The strong sunlight outside refracted through the gap in the curtain, hitting Zheng Jiayi's delicate little face, she let out a slight hum in her sleep, and her heavy eyelids finally opened slowly.

However, it was a bit dazzling, so I had to close it again, and raised a snow-white little hand to cover it, and then slowly opened my eyes.

After half-squinting and half-opening for a while, Zheng Jiayi finally dared to sit up, pursed her pink lips, rubbed her sleepy eyes, turned her face, and inadvertently saw Meng Fan sleeping on the floor beside her, and suddenly, her eyes widened.

Hey!

Rubbing her eyes again to make sure that she was not mistaken, Zheng Jiayi grinned, lifted the quilt, and found that she had changed into pajamas, although she didn't know that Zhang Yazhi had changed it, but she was still overjoyed.

tiptoed to the bed, gently lifted her toes, stepped on the blanket where Meng Fan was sleeping, and smiled proudly, after sleeping all night, she was now in better spirits than anyone else.

Slowly, Zheng Jiayi lay down her body, gently leaned on the side of Meng Fan's body, gently put one hand on his chest, and muttered: "Brother Meng Fan, brother villain, you little lazy pig, don't wake up yet, don't wake up yet." ”

At this time, it was impossible for Meng Fan to wake up, with a slight mutter, he turned over, and his arm inadvertently put on Zheng Jiayi's body, feeling a trace of softness, which frightened Meng Fan to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zheng Jiayi's smiling face with a smug smile.

"You...... Why are you here? Meng Fan was so frightened that he sat up.

"Brother Meng Fan, am I so terrible?" Zheng Jiayi pouted unhappily and patted the position next to her: "Lie down, I'll let you lie down, do you hear?" ”

Meng Fan rolled his Adam's apple with a grunt: "Be obedient, get up quickly, it's time to go to school." ”

"Oops, I told you to lie down." As she spoke, Zheng Jiayi dragged Meng Fan down, and then, her legs went straight up, and she smiled: "Brother Meng Fan, is my skin good?" Am I pretty? ”

"Good, beautiful." Meng Fan's body is now collapsing like an elm pimple.

"Do you like me, then?" Zheng Jiayi raised her hand and gently twisted and pinched Meng Fan's arm.

"Hello...... Like. Meng Fan's tone was a little trembling.

"How much do you like it?" Zheng Jiayi had a wicked smile in her eyes.

"Old ...... I always liked it. Meng Fan continued to suffer.

"Turn your face and look at me."

Zheng Jiayi raised her hand to hold Meng Fan's face and turned around, and kissed it with a little water: "Well, Brother Meng Fan, let me ask you, do you like me?" Or do you like Sister Xue Ying? Or do you like Zhang Yazhi? Or do you like to see that Sister Jiang in the hospital yesterday? ”

"Both...... I like both. Meng Fan suddenly wanted to know what the scriptures of the Buddhist Sutra were? He wanted to recite it.

"Cut, Brother Meng Fan, why are you so careful."

Zheng Jiayi said and gently pinched his nose: "Sister Xue Ying is so strong, it's not good." Teacher Zhang Yazhi is too old and not good. As for that Sister Jiang Qian, although I don't know it yet, I can lose such an easy chess game, it's too stupid, it's not good. Now who else do you say you like? ”

“……”

Meng Fan took a deep breath and said with a depressed face: "Grandma, don't you mean that you are good?" Can't I just like yourself? ”

"Hey, that's far-fetched." Zheng Jiayi pouted and shook her head unhappily: "It makes people seem to be threatening you." ”

"You...... Didn't you threaten me? ”

Meng Fan schemingly pointed to his crotch, which was being pushed against Zheng Jiayi's knees, no wonder this thing had been holding his breath and was full of nervousness.

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