Obviously, the Zheng family and the two are definitely not here to pay New Year's greetings, and perhaps only Yan Murong himself knows best. Oh, no, there are also two women, Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu, who are also clear.

When Yan Murong and Yan Tong walked downstairs, the table of mahjong downstairs also ended early because of the arrival of Zheng Yan and Zheng Wuming. Yan Canghai was not at home, and Yan Cangyuan could only accompany the two of them to sit on the sofa and drink tea and chat. Although he also knew that the Zheng family and his nephews did not deal with each other, after all, it was the New Year, and they also brought gifts, so the etiquette that should be done still had to be done.

"Isn't this just Old Man Zheng and Master Zheng, Happy New Year." Yan Murong smiled, clasped his hands into fists, and then stretched out his hand and said. "Come on, bring the red envelope."

"Murong, what are you talking about?" Yan Cangyuan glared and reprimanded, but the expression in his eyes was not blame, but a smile that was not there.

"It's okay, kid, haha." Zheng Yan laughed, then took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Yan Murong.

"Thank you." Yan Murong said something, without any polite expression on his face, took the red envelope, checked it in his hand, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Zheng Dashao, are you sick?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming and asked with a smile.

Indeed, Zheng Wuming's face is very unsightly now, and it is a world of difference from the ruddy-complexed and high-spirited first son of Yanjing in the past. The handsome face of a handsome young woman who was originally handsome enough to fall down to eighteen and up to thirty-eight was now pale and her eye sockets were slightly bulging, and at first glance she looked like a drug addict who had overdosed.

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Zheng Wuming's eyes widened even more, and his eyeballs were almost bulging out of his sockets, looking extremely terrifying.

"Xiaoyan, I can't hide it, this time I brought no name here, first, to greet your grandfather for the New Year, and secondly, I just want you to take a look at his illness." Seeing that Yan Murong was broken, Zheng Yan said bluntly.

"Old man Zheng, you made such a big joke with me on the first day of the Lunar New Year." Yan Murong looked at Zheng Yan with a smile on his face. "In terms of seniority, you are older than me, in terms of background, your Zheng family is one of the three major families of traditional Chinese medicine, I am just a traveling doctor in a mountain village, you can't see a bad disease for me to see, it's too exalting me, right? - Oh, by the way, didn't your grandson buy my copy of "The Green Capsule Sutra" back, go back and look through it, maybe you can find a suitable recipe - Finally, I ask again, is he kidney deficiency? ”

Looking at Yan Murong's innocent face, Zheng Yan's teeth itched angrily, but after all, now he has a request, and he can only suppress the fire.

Half a month ago, Zheng Wuming suddenly felt that something was wrong with his little brother, and he didn't take it seriously at first, but after two days, he found out that he was sick, and it was a very strange disease - the pain and itching in his lower body from time to time were unbearable, no matter how he scratched it, it couldn't be relieved, and what was even more maddening was that although it hurt badly, he felt that his desire had become extremely strong. In the end, when he couldn't help but find a woman to complete the first time in his life, this feeling gradually disappeared.

I thought it would be fine, but after that, it relapsed every five hours, and in desperation, he could only keep sleeping with women to relieve this pain.

Zheng Wuming himself also knows medical skills, but no matter how he examines it, he can't detect anything unusual, so he has no choice but to tell Zheng Yan, hoping that Zheng Yan can find the symptoms and end this torture as soon as possible - to his disappointment, Zheng Yan came to the conclusion that there was nothing abnormal after examining his body.

This time, Zheng Wuming was a little panicked, he ran all the high-grade hospitals in Yanjing City, but the results of the examination were the same.

As a result, half a month has passed, and the Zheng family has not found a way to treat or alleviate Zheng Wuming's illness, and they have not even found out the cause, Zheng Yan has also tried to treat it with various methods, but the painful and itchy feeling is still on time - and then, the first son of Yanjing, who used to be personable and talented, has become the current person who is not a ghost or a ghost because of kidney deficiency.

Once every five hours, four times a day, even if he gives a spoonful of stew to the bear whip, the deer whip, and the tiger whip, he can't stand him from fighting for half a month.

"I'm not kidding you." Zheng Yan looked at Yan Murong seriously and said. "There are three men in my Zheng family, one of them is dead, one of them is abolished, I don't want to let the nameless have another accident - I came today, not as the head of the Zheng family, but as a grandfather."

"Why are you talking so sensational, everyone who hurts them wants to cry." Yan Murong pretended to twitch his nose a few times before looking at Zheng Wuming and said. "Come, reach over and I'll show you."

Although Zheng Wuming wanted to tear Yan Murong apart and feed it to the dogs now, compared to his little life, this verbal ridicule was really insignificant, so he obediently stretched out his hand.

"Uh-huh, that's kind of interesting." Yan Murong closed his eyes and nodded while checking his pulse, as if he had already found the cause.

"What is the reason?" Zheng Yan asked anxiously.

"The reason-" Yan Murong let go of his hand and looked at Zheng Yan for a while, until Zheng Yan couldn't help but ask, and then said. "The reason is very simple, it's kidney deficiency - your young master Zheng does too much exercise in bed, this is normal, after all, he is not an iron kidney, and he will be deficient."

"It's not the cause." Zheng Yan shook his head, hesitated slightly, and told the cause of Zheng Wuming's illness.

"Holy." Yan Murong instantly bounced away from Zheng Wuming's side, and the hand that gave him the pulse just now couldn't stop wiping it on his body, and said with a worried expression. "Why didn't you say it earlier? When it's over, is this thing contagious? ”

"It's not contagious." Zheng Yanqi's face was pale, but he still patiently explained. "That's the case, I hope you can save Nameless."

"Well—I'll have to think about it." Yan Murong said with an embarrassed face. "Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not that I can't save it, it's just that this disease is too strange, you have to give me time to think about it, otherwise I won't have a place to get you another grandson if he is cured."

"How long will it take?" Zheng Yan asked in a deep voice.

"It's hard to say." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "Maybe ten days and half a month, maybe a few months and a year -- three years and five years are not impossible. You have to know that it takes time for a new disease to be born and find a way to restrain it, so you better go back first - if you can't wait, you can go to the hospital. If Yanjing can't do it, go to Shanghai, and if you can't go abroad, it's okay, anyway, your Zheng family is not bad for those two money. ”