"Wang Fan, if it weren't for the exhaustion of mountains and rivers, my old friend would not have asked me for help. I can't think of anyone I know who could help him but you. If possible, try to help them and don't let them suffer again. ”

"Yes, Wang Fan, little friend. I'm an old man, half buried in the loess, and a cripple, it doesn't matter if I die or not, but the poor thing is my wife, and a pair of grandchildren, and a nephew, they don't deserve such torture. If I can get your help, whether it works out or not, I will thank you a lot! ”

Wang Mengxiong couldn't shirk it anymore, Chu Yigong said pitifully, in fact, he was not very old, only in his forties. But in this era, the level of medical care is backward, wars, hunger, and plagues are continuous, and living past 50 is considered a long life, so what he said is not wrong.

"If there are really ghosts, with the Hercules skills cultivated by his own child, he will definitely be able to demons and monsters; If it is a troublemaker, it is simpler, and naturally the name of the disciple of the Gate Gate Mountain is not blown out. ”

Thinking of this, he nodded in agreement, and then explained: "Old Mr. Chu, please rest assured, it is the purpose of my natural sect to help the poor and sweep away the evil spirits. Don't say that you are an old friend of Uncle Jing, just an ordinary stranger, I know it, I will lend a hand, don't mention anything that is not heavy. It's just that it's still early in the day, and as you described, that weird thing always appears at night, so I have to bother for the night to see if I can find anything. ”

The dinner that night was very rich, except for Chu Yigong's wife who dined in the bedroom, the rest of the Chu family of 4 plus Jing Dingcheng and Wang Mengxiong all arrived. Chu Yigong and Jing Dingcheng haven't seen each other for a long time, and both of them are very interested and have drunk a lot of red wine. Although Wang Mengxiong has a calm temperament, in the eyes of the other three members of the Chu family, he is still an out-and-out child. Master Chu didn't say that I was a master of ghost hunting that I had invited, but only that he was a junior who came with Uncle Jing. Except for the girl Chu Sisi, who broke her leg and had a plaster cast on her left foot, she was interested in him, and the other big and small ones ignored him.

Chu Sisi leaned over and secretly told Wang Mengxiong: "My brother Chu Baobao recently met a little girlfriend, and he always laughs at his name as a child who doesn't grow up, and he is trying his best to pretend to be mature, and he won't take the initiative to talk to you." As for the little uncle Chu Ming, even my younger brother and I don't even pay attention to it on weekdays, and only care about studying. So you don't take the initiative to play with you, and you don't have to pay attention to the two of them. ”

Wang Mengxiong naturally doesn't think like a child, those two children don't bother him, he can't ask for it. As for this Chu Sisi, studying ballet at a young age, it seems that he is also a master who can endure hardships. You must know that ballet requires a lot of physical flexibility, and it is even harder to practice. In the event of a muscle strain, in order not to leave sequelae, it will definitely be immobilized with a cast. Although this thing has a good effect of fixed restoration, it is more sinful in the south. Hot and humid weather combined with prolonged inactivity can also be fatal.

"Do you have itchy legs?" Wang Mengxiong didn't deliberately get close to each other because the other party was a girl, but the girl's friendly and natural attitude made him feel good. If he can provide some help to the extent that he can, it is also a kind of kindness in return for him.

"Itchy! It's very itchy. ”

As soon as he talked about this injured leg, Chu Sisi immediately turned into a bitter gourd face. "When I first got hurt, I didn't feel pain, but now it's the same, it's just itchy and annoying. Sometimes I would stick my chopsticks in and poke them just to stop the itching. I can't stand the itching at night, and I can't wait to smash the plaster directly, regardless of whether the shadow affects the recovery. ”

"I can help you stop the itch, do you want to try it?"

"Really? You little hairy head, and you still have this ability, deceiving people! ”

Although Chu Sisi wanted to stop the itching, she didn't think that a seven or eight-year-old child could do it. Even the Western medicine doctor who often comes, as the private health consultant at home, only tells her that itching is inevitable, and rubbing it with a thin wooden stick can reduce it, and he doesn't dare to say that it can stop itching.

"You don't believe me?" Wang Mengxiong looked up at Chu Sisi, his eyes were clear, and he could see the shadow of the other party.

"You brag, I don't believe it!"

It was Chu Baobao who suddenly interjected, although he pretended to be mature and insisted on not talking to this little brother who looked clean and beautiful, but in fact, a pair of ears had already been secretly pricked up and listened for a long time. Just now, Chu Sisi said bad things about him and couldn't refute them, but now when he heard Wang Mengxiong brag that he could stop itching for his sister, he couldn't help it anymore.

Wang Mengxiong glanced at the hairy child who was a hard-pretending little adult, and didn't pay attention to him at all, just looked at Chu Sisi and asked, "If you believe it, I will help you." If you don't believe me, how about I brag? ”

The voices of several junior characters became louder inattention, allowing Chu Yigong and Jing Dingcheng to hear it. Old Master Chu laughed as a child, but Jing Dingcheng slapped his thigh and said: "How did I forget this, Sisi girl, if Wang Fan said so, I would be the first to believe it." Because he has a nickname, called Little Divine Doctor. ”

Chu Sisi was nothing, and Chu Yigong's heart moved when he heard it. "Little Miracle Doctor? If what the old friend said is true, you can let him show his legs. Although I have given up on treatment after so many years, there is still a glimmer of hope to try. ”

Jing Dingcheng also thought of this after speaking, he turned back to Chu Yigong and said, "Brother Jingyuan, let's not talk about that matter for the time being, the name of the little divine doctor is not made up by me, but was called out and recognized by everyone." Although your leg is a stubborn disease, you can also let Wang Fan help you take a look, maybe there will be some turnaround! ”

"That's naturally good, I don't know if Wang Fan's children can help me and treat me. You must know that for so many years, I have tried both Chinese and Western medicine, and I have lost hope! ”

Although Master Chu said it lightly, the eagerness in his heart had already been exposed through his eyes. Jing Dingcheng, as his old friend for many years, can naturally feel it.

Everyone's attention was focused on Wang Mengxiong at once, and no one even moved the food on the table. Wang Mengxiong swept slightly, and then took everyone's appearance in his eyes.

"Master Chu is eager, Jing Dingcheng is enthusiastic, Chu Sisi is excited, Chu Baobao is surprised, and Chu Ming is expressionless, isn't it stupid to read?"

Seeing that he couldn't continue to eat this meal, Wang Mengxiong simply got off the table, asked Chu Sisi to sit on the sofa in the living room, took out the golden needle that was like a treasure from his arms, and wiped it with an alcohol cotton ball, intending to stop the itching for Chu Sisi first.

Everyone sat around and watched how this little miracle doctor did it. Even Steward Hu and the maid stood on the periphery, looking inward with their feet crossed and their necks stretched.

Wang Mengxiong asked Chu Sisi to take off his shoes and socks, revealing his delicate and smooth little feet, lifting the golden needle in his hand, stabbing it into it as fast as lightning, and then slowed down his movements, and used his fingers to rub lightly, slowly introducing the energy.

Chu Yigong saw that his granddaughter was so frightened that she closed her eyes and didn't speak, and couldn't help asking, "Sisi, how do you feel about talking to grandpa?" ”

"Sour, numb, hot, swollen, hey! It's just not itchy, God! ”