Wang Ziqiao nodded: "I know Lu Dao, Huo Lao, let's go back to the room together, thank you just now!" ”

Huo Zhendong nodded.

Accompanied by everyone, Wang Ziqiao and Huo Zhendong came to a living room together.

First of all, Wang Ziqiao connected his arm, and then performed two recovery techniques in a row, blessing Huo Zhendong and his own arm.

Ten minutes later, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Huo Zhendong said with a smile: "It seems that I have to work hard in the future, by your side, I don't have to worry about the sequelae of my injury!" ”

Wang Ziqiao moved his arm and said with a smile: "Huo Lao, who is this martial arts style?" ”

"He is a member of the martial family, the martial family is also a big family in the capital, it started in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, and now, there are hundreds of people in the entire family, and all of them are playing Tai Chi, on weekdays, I don't see them so arrogant, but why did they suddenly become so vicious today?" Huo Zhendong frowned.

"It should be related to the Gu family, I'm sure this must be what Gu Guanming meant! If it weren't for Huo Lao you today, they might really be a killer! Wang Ziqiao narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

……

The two chatted for a while, and then left the room together.

In the corridor outside the room, there were still many people standing, all worried.

"Ziqiao, how are you? It's all right, is it? A loud voice reached the ears of Prince Joe.

Prince Qiao fixed his eyes and saw that it was Zhao Zhong, who had not seen him for a long time.

This Zhao Zhong was much stronger again, and as he spoke, he had already pounced quickly, like a fierce tiger, and suddenly pressed Wang Ziqiao under his hands.

Compared with Zhao Zhong, who is 1.9 meters tall, Wang Ziqiao is half a head shorter, so he can only nod with a wry smile: "It's okay, why did you come back?" ”

"Hehe, aren't you coming back to accept Master's assessment? By the way, I would like to introduce you to a friend and ask you a little favor! Zhao Zhong said with a smile.

"Friends?" Prince Joe looked into the crowd.

He found that Zhao Zhong's father, Zhao Mingpeng, was also there, and beside Zhao Mingpeng, there was a man in his thirties, and next to this man, there was a little boy of five or six years old.

At first glance, Wang Ziqiao felt that this little boy seemed to be unusual.

And in the same way, the little boy was also looking at Wang Ziqiao, the big innocent eyes, flickering, chubby face, round head, very cute.

Without waiting for Wang Ziqiao's introduction, Zhao Mingpeng walked up with them, first shook hands with Wang Ziqiao and smiled: "Ziqiao, we just heard about your injury, I'm really sorry, we couldn't help anything!" ”

"Uncle Zhao is polite, I don't know who this is?" Prince Joe looked at the man in his thirties.

This man is slightly fat, with a round face, an inch head, a more faithful face, wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of fat hands have reached in front of Wang Ziqiao, and he said with a smile on his face: "Doctor Wang, my name is Wei Wengong, this is my son Wei Ziao, Ziao, hurry up and come over and see Uncle Wang!" ”

"Hello Uncle Wang!" The little boy blinked with wide eyes and made a sweet sound.

"Hehehe, hello!" Wang Ziqiao raised his hand and touched the top of the little boy's head, he felt that the little boy seemed to have an attraction, and he couldn't tell what it was in his heart.

"Ziqiao, can we talk about it alone?" Zhao Mingpeng asked.

Wang Ziqiao nodded: "You come with me!" ”

With a few people, Wang Ziqiao came to a living room, and Zhao Zhong followed closely.

Huo Zhendong and Wang Ziqiao's parents and others did not follow anymore, because they could see that Wang Ziqiao was doing business.

The door was closed, and there were only Wei Wengong, Wei Ziao, Zhao Mingpeng, Zhao Zhong, and Wang Ziqiao in the room.

"Doctor Wang, can you help my son see his illness?" Wei Wengong opened his mouth, and his expression was extremely eager.

Wang Ziqiao frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Wei Ziao's body.

"Ziqiao, Wei Wengong is a good friend of mine in business, the owner of the Royal Liquor Company in Lushi City, Sichuan Province, mainly engaged in R&D and distribution of wine, and is the agent of many well-known domestic brands and foreign brands of red wine, most of the wine in Zhao Zhong's store is obtained through Wengong, Ziao, this child is just six years old this year, and I hope you can help him!" Zhao Mingpeng explained.

Zhao Zhong also nodded eagerly: "Ziqiao......"

"Okay, they're all your own friends, since you brought me here, you just look up to me, don't say anything else! Mr. Wei should talk about Ziao's condition first, right? Why can't I see what's wrong with him? On the contrary, it is more vigorous than ordinary children! Prince Qiao was puzzled.

"He really doesn't have anything usually, but since his sixth birthday two months ago, he suddenly became a little different...... "Wei Wengong began to introduce Wang Ziqiao.

When Wang Ziqiao heard this, he smiled, because he realized that Wei Ziao was so strange.

The Wei family, where Wei Wengong is located, is a wine merchant who has been inherited for hundreds of years, and has been dealing with wine from ancient times to the present.

Every generation likes to drink very much, and this little guy inherited this gene very well, and he is also addicted to alcohol, and he secretly drank red wine from the time he just left, and finally turned into drinking white wine.

At first, he was like other children, he got drunk as soon as he drank, but after a long time, he became addicted to alcohol, and when he didn't drink a meal, he screamed and didn't even eat.

Wei Wengong's family was naturally very worried, so they took Wei Ziao to the hospital for examination, but the result of the examination was that the child was very healthy.

Strange to say, Wei Ziao has never been sick again since he drank alcohol, and his addiction to alcohol is getting bigger and bigger.

By the time he was three years old, he was able to drink a bottle of liquor.

When he was five years old, two or three catties of aged Moutai and Laojiao could only make his face a little red, although he walked and floated, but there was no big problem.

On his sixth birthday two months ago, he told his parents that he had to drink enough, and it had to be the old wine handed down by the Wei family's ancestors.

This is an antique jar of wine, the specific brewing year, can not be verified, it is rumored that the ancestors of the Wei family left, at least more than three hundred years, the mouth of the altar and even the entire jar, was sealed by the ancestors of the Wei family using clay, generation after generation to Wei Wengong's hands.

Wei Wengong usually only keeps it as a family heirloom, and he also wants to see how the wine passed down from his ancestors is, so he agreed to Wei Ziao's request as soon as he was happy.

The jar is not big, almost five or six catties, after the mouth of the altar is opened, the aroma is fragrant, the wine is like mucus, and before you can taste it, you are already drunk, but this little guy, there is nothing, pick up the jar, and drink a light in one go.

It was also on this day that he had a strange phenomenon, he kept shouting heat, saying that his throat hurt, his skin was hot, and even smoked.

This time, Wei Wengong's family was frightened and hurriedly took them to the hospital for examination, but the results still failed to detect anything.

The next day, the little guy was still alive and kicking, and after secretly drinking a few bottles of wine, he spat out the flames in a daze.