The first thing he did when he returned to the mortal world from Heavenly Court, Li Rui put out the things that the Heavenly Soldiers had given him. Suddenly, the crystal bottle, the green jasper wooden box and the gorgeous porcelain bottle made of gold directly reflected the living room in a colorful and beautiful way.

"Just use this porcelain bottle to fill the elixir given by the great god Huatuo! This crystal bottle of diluted potpourri is the most suitable. There are only five Pei Yuan Dan, so let's put them in the box where the beauty pills were originally put for the time being. Li Rui looked at the three containers in front of him, and immediately made a decision.

Potpourri is actually the perfume of Heaven, Li Rui didn't get much, and in the end he diluted exactly a hundred bottles, all of which were packed in crystal bottles.

Pei Yuan Dan is a second-level pill, originally Li Rui was also going to dilute it, but the pill and the pill are two systems that are somewhat related, but they are very different, the pill is refined with a pill, and the pill is synthesized with traditional Chinese medicine, so Li Rui is ready to wait for the opportunity to ask Hua Tuo Dashen before deciding how to use it.

Finally, the thirty-five pills prepared by Hua Tuo were each packed in three hundred and fifty golden porcelain bottles, and at the same time, while loading, he also muttered, "One bottle for grandma, one bottle for dad, one bottle for mom." Uncle and aunt also have it, and there is no shortage of eldest brother, little sister and lobby brother, and they have to prepare for grandpa, grandmother, uncle, and second uncle, by the way, although Sister Na is a godsister, she is really good to me, and she will give her a copy, and Peiting ......! ”

Thinking of Chu Peiting, Li Rui suddenly became a little stupid.

Song Mingqing was originally going to "visit the thatched house three times" today to see the little miracle doctor that his grandson said, Song Mingqing was very curious and concerned about this little miracle doctor, especially when he listened to Song Haicheng's description of Li Rui's acupuncture, he had a familiar feeling.

However, as soon as he was about to go out, he received a call from his eldest apprentice, and his voice was very urgent, saying that there was a seriously ill patient in the hospital, and he couldn't handle it with his ability, and the most important thing was that this patient was transcendent, so he hoped that Song Mingqing could take a trip.

Song Mingqing has three apprentices, the eldest apprentice is the strongest, and he has almost completely inherited his mantle, and the illness that can make this big apprentice helpless must be very strict, so Song Mingqing did not hesitate, and immediately walked out of the house.

Song Mingqing is one of the few Chinese medicine saints in China now, and his strength is infinitely close to the level of a grandmaster. It can even be said that it is one foot in the door, and it is the health care of the country's leaders.

But now that he is older, he has recently devoted all his energy to studying a lost stunt of their master, so in recent years, Song Mingqing has rarely taken action to treat people, but he will occasionally take action when encountering incurable diseases. After all, a doctor's job is to save lives.

After Song Mingqing came to the hospital quickly, he saw his eldest apprentice Gu Wenlai and his grandson Song Haicheng waiting anxiously for him.

"What's the situation!" Song Mingqing didn't say a word, and began to inquire about his condition.

"The patient is 68 years old and has a heart complication caused by high blood sugar! It has caused cardiac microangiopathy and myocardial metabolic disorders, which leads to extensive focal necrosis of the myocardium and ......! Although Gu Wenlai is a traditional Chinese medicine, he also has sufficient theoretical knowledge of Western medicine, and immediately began to explain to Song Mingqing.

As for Song Haicheng, he picked up a white coat and put it on for Song Mingqing.

When Gu Wenlai finished speaking, they also came to the door of a VIP ward, what Song Mingqing didn't expect was that there were two bodyguard-like figures standing at the door of the ward, which once again confirmed what Gu Wenlai said, the identity of this patient is estimated to be really not simple.

"Master Song, you're here! My father's illness all depends on Master Song. As soon as Song Mingqing entered the ward, he immediately saw Meng Fanyi, the richest man in Lu Province, standing on the edge of the hospital bed, with an anxious expression.

"Boss Meng, don't worry, I will definitely do my best." Song Mingqing only knew who the patient was at this time, and at the same time sighed that the personality of his eldest apprentice was still so dull, and he only introduced the patient's condition along the way, but did not say who the patient was.

Of course, no matter who it is, as long as it is a patient, Song Mingqing will do his best to treat it, but this kind of sophisticated way of dealing with human feelings, Gu Wenlai is obviously very lacking, which is also the main reason why Song Mingqing predicted that Gu Wenlai would not be the dean. Even Song Mingqing thinks that it might be better for Gu Wenlai not to be the dean.

However, Song Mingqing didn't say much about Gu Wenlai, after all, Gu Wenlai is also in his fifties this year, and he has been this kind of character all his life, and it is estimated that he will not be able to change it when he is old. And only by being so focused will his medical skills be so exquisite, and even Song Mingqing can predict that Gu Wenlai will definitely impact the grandmaster within ten years.

Then Song Mingqing did not delay, and immediately stepped forward and began to take the pulse of the patient, that is, Meng Fanyi's father. Can make Gu Wenlai helpless, Song Mingqing had already guessed that the patient's condition would be very strict, but he didn't expect that it would be strict to this kind of process. At the beginning of the whole process of taking the pulse, Song Mingqing frowned and shook his head secretly while feeling the patient's condition. Even in the end, he sighed directly.

"Master Song! Is my father still saved? Meng Fanyi knew that the person in front of him was the holy hand of the national doctor, and if he couldn't save his father, then his father would be really dangerous.

"It's hard! This is a complication, he is already terminally ill, and with my strength, I can only prolong his life by three days at most! Song Mingqing sighed and said.

"What? Only three days to live? Meng Fanyi's eyes turned red suddenly, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"Only three days to live!" Song Mingqing said.

"Ahh Master Song, you are the holy hand of Chinese medicine, is there really no way to do it? Meng Fanyi asked sadly.

"Unless ......!" Song Mingqing said again and again.

"Unless what? As long as I can save my father, whatever I am asked to do! Meng Fanyi asked eagerly.

"Unless someone knows Hua Tuo Shen Needle, Hua Tuo Shen Needle has a total of seventy-two needles, not to mention seventy-two needles, only eighteen needles are needed, it is enough to stabilize his condition, if thirty-six needles can be issued, it will achieve the effect of bringing the dead back to life!" Song Mingqing did not hide it, and said directly.

"Huatuo Divine Needle? Who will be Huatuo Shen Needle? No matter what the cost, I'm going to bring him over! Meng Fanyi asked earnestly again.

"Actually, Hua Tuo's magic needle should be regarded as my master's stunt, but this stunt has been lost! It's only nine stitches that came to me, and it's okay to treat general lesions, but it's very difficult to think of the dead and come back to life! Song Mingqing said gloomily.

"Ahh This time, Meng Fanyi was really completely disappointed.

"Grandpa, have you forgotten that person?" And at this time, Song Haicheng suddenly reminded in a low voice.