"Shut up!" Qian Zhongren said emotionally: "Quickly kowtow to the master and admit his mistake!" ”

These few sentences, when it comes to being investigated on the platform, can be a deception to destroy the ancestors.

In those days, unscrupulous disciples who said such things were to be beheaded!

"Whew! What a bullshit master! Dad, let's hurry up and get the patient to the hospital. Qian Feng said that he was about to help his father up.

Also, in his opinion, only superb medical skills and advanced medical equipment are king.

This area of trauma must have caused severe blood loss, and it is completely undesirable to use acupuncture.

Qian Zhongren was stupid by his son's words, his eyes widened and he couldn't say a word.

"Can you be respectful when you speak?" Pan Yu said suddenly.

My grandfather didn't do it right.

It shouldn't be "bullshit" in your mouth.

"Who has time to respect him? Who are you? You have the ability to save people. Qian Feng said unhappily.

I don't believe in science, and I still engage in this old superstition.

Dad didn't know what to think, there would be such a master.

Pan Yu opened his mouth and was so choked that he couldn't speak.

He understands traditional Chinese medicine, but looking at today's posture, only the twelve needles of Tianmen are useful.

The good big brother below completely ignores himself, and now he can only pin his hopes on the second uncle.

At this time, the phone rang.

Pan Yu didn't know who it was, it could be someone below.

"Boss, can this cornucopia be cheaper?"

The cornucopia of papier-mâché sells for 80 and costs only 15 pieces.

Pan Yu looked at it, and the other party's ID was the word "Zhang Zhongjing", and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Answer my question with a 20% discount, whose book is "The Golden Essentials"?"

seconds back.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, what kind of book, isn't this what I write for fun?"

There was a loud bang in his head, Pan Yu hurriedly came to the bedside, took a photo of the small shop owner and sent it over.

"Is there any salvation?"

"Are you mistaken? Do you still have time to take photos and post them on Moments? Hurry up and call 120! Qian Feng said angrily.

"Shut up!" Qian Zhongren stood up and exhaled with an ear scraper.

This slap completely stunned Qian Feng.

From childhood to adulthood, his father was a man who was knowledgeable, polite, and Confucian in his eyes.

Now you're beating yourself up for a bad old man?

"Do you know what you've said? I'm sorry for my grandfather! Give birth to such an unfilial son of you! Qian Zhongren said with tears streaming down his face.

In his eyes, isn't Qian Feng a good boy who is excellent in character and learning and never fights with others?

Today, he is so outrageous and violates the taboo in the door.

I wouldn't have brought him over if I had known.

Pan Yuandao was still carrying his back, even if Qian Fengkou was unobstructed, he still had no shame to face his former disciples.

In a fit of rage, he drove out all the disciples, but now that something happened, he asked someone to come back.

What is this called?

The twelve needles of Tianmen, he can also use them again, but he wants to leave this last desperate needle to Pan Yu.

Pan Yu didn't care about the quarrel between their father and son at this time, and stared intently at his phone.

"Looking at the photo, I should have been bitten by a snake demon, right? Look at those two bloody holes, and they have ripped off a large piece of flesh. It's not easy to do......"

Pan Yu frowned and replied, "In a word, can you do it?" If you can do it, I'll give you this cornucopia. ”

seconds back.

"Liars are puppies! If you say it, it counts! What can't I do? I'll send you a quick dispersion to ensure that the medicine is cured! ”

Quick dispersion?

"Is it more powerful than Gentian Pill?"

seconds back.

"Gentian pills can be concocted with mortal medicines, and the main ingredients of my quick combination are all herbs unique to the underworld, which is amazing."

"Don't talk nonsense, send a link quickly."

Zhang Zhongjing's speed was very powerful, and in less than five seconds, Pan Yu got a thin porcelain vase, which looked more exquisite than the small box of the Night Wanderer.

Looking back, the father and son were still arguing, one wanted to leave, the other refused to go, and the quarrel was so red and thick in the neck.

If you don't want to go, don't go, stay for dinner.

The moment Pan Yu opened the cork, a strange fragrance hit his nose, and he hurriedly poured the white powder in the bottle on the wound according to what Zhang Zhongjing said.

"What does it smell like?" Qian Zhongren suddenly asked.

A room full of people who knew how to heal, and they all discovered this unusual fragrance, even Pan Yuandao turned around and looked around for the source of the fragrance.

Pan Yu hurriedly plugged the bottle and quietly put the bottle into his trouser pocket.

"You've medicated the patient!" Qian Feng pointed at Pan Yu in surprise and shouted.

Everyone hurriedly approached the bedside and found the white powder on the wound of the shopkeeper.

"Xiaoyu, what kind of medicine do you use?" Pan Yuandao and Qian Zhongren said in unison.

Pan Yu suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

It can't be said that it is from Zhang Zhongjing's quick merger and dissolution, right?

"This, this is not a medicine ......," Pan Yu said stubbornly.

All kinds of words are shuttling in my head, and none of them are reasonable.

"There's something wrong with your brain! What mess dare to use? What to do if you are infected! Can you be responsible! Qian Feng said angrily.

After saying that, he dialed 120 regardless of it, and although the patient was not bleeding, he really couldn't delay any longer.

Qian Zhongren did not blame Qian Feng, because what he said was right.

"Xiaoyu, what the hell is this?" Qian Zhongren asked nervously.