"Grandpa, Dad, this is my good brother Xiao Yu!" When he entered the room and saw the two people sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, Zhuo Simiao pointed to Xiao Yu and said.

"Grandpa Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo is good, the kid Xiao Yu is polite, I heard that the second brother said that you both like to drink tea, so I brought some tea!" Hearing Zhuo Simiao's introduction, Xiao Yu bowed slightly and put the purchased tea on the table.

"Xiao Xiao! What else do you bring with you to your home? Not an example! Looking at this humble and polite young man, Zhuo Simiao's grandfather, Admiral Zhuo Hongxing, said with a slight smile.

"Xiao Xiao, come and sit, come here just like your own home, don't be polite!" Zhuo Simiao's father put down the newspaper with glory and stood up, with a gentle face.

Looking at the two people in front of him, humble and gentle, in a high position without the slightest arrogance, no wonder the second brother does not have the arrogance of the second generation of officials, it can be seen that the Zhuo family has a very good family education and a very strict family style.

"Xiao Xiao, have you healed Zhang Dahai's arm?" As soon as Xiao Yu was on the sofa in the living room, Zhuo Guangrong asked.

Zhuo Hongxing also listened attentively, he really couldn't believe that this arm that his family had not picked up for a day was picked up by a young man, and Zhuo Hongjun was more or less unconvinced.

"Well, it's just a fluke, I've seen the same medical case before!" Xiao Yu nodded and said humbly.

"Oh....no wonder!" Zhuo Hongxing, who was listening on the side, nodded, let out a sigh of relief, and thought, no wonder he can take it well, it turns out that he has seen similar medical records, if my Zhuo family has seen similar medical records, it should be able to take .................., but this young man is not bad, just seeing a medical case can be regarded as a good technique, so he asked casually: "I heard Xiao Miao say that you are an ancestral medical skill, and your family is an ancestral orthopedic bone?" ”

"No, the ancestral Chinese medicine is just a little involved in orthopedics! Xiao Yu shook his head and said slowly.

"Xiao Xiao, how did you pick up Zhang Dahai, can you tell us the reason?" Zhuo Guangrong asked suddenly.

"Grandpa, Dad..............." Zhuo Simiao knew that Chinese medicine, especially ancestral Chinese medicine, each family has a unique skill, and these unique skills are often passed down from generation to generation, let alone to apprentices, and some even only pass on to children but not daughters, so Zhuo Simiao heard his father's question and quickly shouted.

Hearing Zhuo Simiao's shout, Zhuo Guangrong suddenly realized that his problem might involve other people's unique skills, so he said solemnly: "Xiao Xiao, I'm sorry, it's me Meng Lang!" ”

"Second brother, Zhuo Bo ................" Xiao Yu was just about to speak when he was interrupted by the phone ringing in the living room, Zhuo Simiao ran over and answered the phone: "Is Admiral Zhuo Hongxing at home?" ”

As soon as Zhuo Simiao heard the phone call and looked for his grandfather, he hurriedly handed the phone to his grandfather: "Hey, hello, I'm Zhuo Hongxing." ”

"Zhuo Lao, hello, I am Xiao Liao of the Central Office, Zhong Lao had a heart attack and reported a critical situation!" The man on the phone said hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Zhuo Hongxing put down the phone and said to Zhuo Guangrong: "Lao Gong has had another heart attack, and he has been reported to be in danger, you and I will go and take a look." ”

"Yes, Father!" Zhuo Guangrong agreed, ready to go with his father.

"Xiao Miao, Xiao Xiao, you guys come with us! Learn something by the way! Zhuo Hongxing, who walked to the door, not only called Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu to the gods.

On the way, Xiao Yu said to the Zhuo family: "Grandpa Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo, you should have heard of martial arts!" ”

Zhuo Guangrong shook his head blankly, while Zhuo Hongxing nodded and said: "I heard my father talk about martial arts, but I heard my father say that after war and ten years of turmoil, martial arts have declined and almost disappeared!" After speaking, he looked at Xiao Yu in a daze and asked, "You mean, Zhang Dahai's arm is related to martial arts?" ”

Xiao Yu nodded, and said slowly: "I heard my grandfather say that although after war and ten years of turmoil, the domestic martial arts have not disappeared, some of the people in the martial arts moved into the deep mountains and old forests to live a semi-secluded life, and some moved to the United States, Hong Kong, Macao and Southeast Asian countries have been preserved, and the injuries received by Zhang Dahai were injured by the more popular small tendons and wrong hands in the southwest of the martial arts back then. ”

Xiao Yu paused for a moment to give everyone a time to digest and continued: "The small tendon and bone hand is a simplified version of the Southern Shaolin tendon and bone hand, and the power is only one-tenth or two-tenths of the tendon and bone hand. Fortunately, the eldest brother is a small tendon and a wrong bone hand, if it is a real tendon and bone hand, with my current ability, there is no way. The eldest brother was injured at the border, which should have been done by the branch disciples of Nan Shaolin who moved abroad back then.

'Hiss' Several members of the Zhuo family took a breath of cold air together, this is the simplified version, it is already the case, if it is really a wrong hand.....................

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PLA General Hospital, Special Care Ward.

Xiao Yu followed the three of Zhuo's family to the high-level special care ward on the top floor of the PLA General Hospital, just got off the elevator, there were two PLA standing guard at the elevator entrance, a man about forty years old walked back and forth, saw Zhuo Hongxing get out of the elevator, and hurriedly greeted him: "Zhuo Lao, you are here!" After speaking, he nodded to Zhuo Guangrong again, which was regarded as a greeting. As for Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu, they didn't even look at it.

"Xiao Liao, what's going on? Isn't the afternoon okay? Zhuo Hongxing asked the man as he walked.

"I don't know, after Zhong Lao ate something at night, he suddenly fell ill without any symptoms!" The man named Xiao Liao frowned and thought for a while, shook his head and said.

Xiao Yu and Zhuo Simiao followed a few people all the way down, and with Xiao Yu's keen intuition, they found that every time they walked a short distance, there was a feeling of being stared at.

"Elder Zhuo, Director Zhuo, Elder Zhong's condition is relatively stable for the time being, so several experts from the Health Bureau are waiting for you in the conference room." Walking to the door of a conference room with the word "On it", the man named Xiao Liao said to Zhuo Hongxing and Zhuo Guangrong. As for Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu, they didn't care about it, and directly regarded them as juniors who had followed the elders to gain knowledge. I have a slight complaint about Zhuo Lao in my heart, Zhong Lao is so seriously ill, do you still have the heart to teach the younger generation? Of course, he didn't dare to say this, although Xiao Liao's level was not low, he was the director of Zhong Lao's office, but compared to Zhuo Lao, he was nothing.

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