Doctor Cui's eyes were cold and full of hostility.

Chen Fan frowned slightly.

This guy is sick, right? You don't seem to have provoked him, right?

"People's hearts are not ancient, and the world is declining."

"Cats and dogs, they all call themselves miracle doctors."

"Jishitang is the traditional Chinese medicine, and this kind of behavior must be severely cracked down."

"I, Cui Wei, am duty-bound."

"What kind of doctor Chen, you come to check the pulse, I'll see if you are worthy of the name of Chinese medicine."

"Isn't it like everyone else, sanctimonious, a Xibei goods."

Cui Wei said coldly.

Several doctors around him, all bowed their heads.

or shake your head and sigh, or get angry.

However, no one dared to speak.

Because, their medical skills are indeed inferior to others.

"Huh."

Chen Fan sneered: "I'm not a miracle doctor, I just like to read some idle books and know a little bit about the left side." ”

"It's not a miracle doctor."

Cui Wei sneered, thinking that Chen Fan was intimidated.

"Although he is not a miracle doctor, it is also an honor for the younger generation to be able to cut the pulse of the old man."

Chen Fan stepped forward and cut the pulse for the old man.

The old man is the father.

It is indeed an honor to be able to diagnose and treat his pulse.

"Slippery Pulse!"

"The pulse is like a jade bead falling on a plate, messy, and urgent."

"Old man, qi deficiency and weakness, the disease of aging."

Chen Fan closed his eyes and cut his pulse, and said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

This is consistent with the doctor's pulse cut just now.

"If you only see this, you are not worthy of the word miracle doctor."

Cui Wei said coldly.

Chen Fan ignored it, just continued to cut the pulse, and said: "If you are weak, the wind and cold will enter the body." When the old man was young, he suffered a lot, had dark wounds, and when he was old, his legs and feet were cold, and he had rheumatoid symptoms, which was extremely painful. ”

"Yes! I do have this condition, and I am most troubled. ”

The old man couldn't help but knock on his knee and said, "It's useless to see a lot of doctors." ”

"Don't hide it from the little miracle doctor, just now his legs were rheumatic and painful, and he almost didn't lose his breath.

"If it weren't for Dr. Cui's acupuncture method to relieve the pain, my old life would be gone."

"With acupuncture, you can relieve the pain of the old man, and it is indeed a good means."

Chen Fan nodded slightly.

This Doctor Cui is not an ordinary person.

The doctors who came out of Jishitang do have some means.

"Presumably, Doctor Cui must have prescribed jade screens, Xuanyin seeds and other cold-warding medicines for the old man."

Chen Fan guessed: "It should be Ye Tianshi's recipe for typhoid fever." ”

"The little miracle doctor is powerful."

The old man stretched out his thumb and said, "It is indeed these medicinal herbs. ”

"Hmmm! This herb is right, and the recipe is also a good recipe. ”

CHEN Fandao; "I'm afraid, it's hard to get rid of the root of the old man's disease."

"Why do you say that?"

The old man was taken aback.

"This recipe is difficult to cure the symptoms."

Chen Fan asserted.

"What a big breath."

Cui Wei couldn't help sneering and said: "My prescription can't work, then you can prescribe one that treats both the symptoms and the root cause." ”

"To cure the old man's illness, you don't need a prescription at all, let alone herbal medicine."

Chen Fan said with a smile.

He looked at the old man's face, and he already knew the old man's illness.

"Huh! Is it possible that you want to use acupuncture and massage? ”

Cui Wei shook his head and sneered.

"Acupuncture and massage are more palliative than curative."

Chen Fan replied.

"Then you can say that one treats both the symptoms and the root cause."

Cui Wei said angrily.

"Old man, can you let the boy take a look around your living room?"

Chen Fan asked instead.

"Well said, bedroom study, two points and one line, you see!"

The old man is very good at talking, and he has no arrogance.

"Presumptuous, what is the identity of the old man, you are a flat-headed commoner, worthy of visiting?"

Father Li Yong said sharply.

Cui Wei was invited by him, and he was definitely hostile to Chen Fan.

"Old Five, what are you calling? I'm just a retired old man, what is my identity? ”

The old man was extremely unhappy and said, "What kind of score?" ”

"Yes! The old five know their mistakes! ”

Father Li Yong lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

Chen Fan looked at Dean Li and said, "Dean Li, let's go!" Take a walk with me. ”

"Okay!"

Dean Li led the way.

Although he is not familiar with the inner house, the old man's living room is still clear.

The two of them looked at the bedroom first, which was quite simple.

There is no frills.

Now the conditions are good, but the old man still maintains a fine style of hard work and simplicity.

After that, there is the study.

In the middle of the study, there is a saber.

It seems to be a trophy.

The blade was rushing into the old man's living room.

Chen Fan stared at the saber.

It seems that the crux of everything lies in this sinister knife.

So-called, sleep on the blade!

That is to say, the old man's feng shui pattern.

No wonder the old man has a tough body, but he is riddled with diseases.

From the beginning, Chen Fan suspected that it was feng shui and evil trouble, not a simple physical reason.

"Dean Li, since Cui Wei is optimistic about the old man's illness, why do you insist on letting me cut my pulse?"

Chen Fan asked suddenly.

Dean Li was stunned.

Chen Fan looked at him with a smile on his face.

Immediately.

Dean Li also smiled.

"I'm betting."

"Bet you must be better than bullshit Cui Wei."

"My brothers look down on me."

"I don't have any skills myself."

"If I can hug Mr. Chen's thigh this time, I naturally have to gamble hard!"

"Turn over in front of your brothers!"

Dean Li snorted coldly.

No wonder he insisted.

He wanted to compare his brothers to him.

Chen Fan shook his head.

In this kind of family, where is the family affection?

People say that the king has no relatives, and the emperor's family has no family affection.

Now it seems that there is no such authority in the family.

"Let's go! The problem is on this knife. ”

Chen Fan picked up the knife.

Back in the lobby.

"Old man, this knife is too heavy, kills too much, and points at your living room."

"In Feng Shui, it is a big evil."

"It's like sleeping on a knife's edge, that's why you're always sick."

Chen Fan explained.

"Bullshit!"

Father Li Yong scolded: "The old man is a thorough materialist, believe in your bull ghosts, snakes, and gods? Come on, drag Lao Tzu out. ”

"Huh! I thought I was really capable, but now it seems that I am just pretending to be a ghost. ”

Cui Wei sneered.

"Wait."

The old man raised his hand and said, "I really don't believe in ghosts and gods, you'd better make it clear." ”

"It's not ghosts and gods, it's Feng Shui."

Chen Fan explained: "Feng Shui is the experience of our ancestors over thousands of years, although many of them are wrong, but there is some truth after all. ”

"Go on."

The old man nodded slightly.

He agreed.

"This knife must have followed the old man for many years, and the evil spirit is too heavy."

"Even if this hilltop villa is a tiger and has excellent feng shui, it is in vain."

"I can't hold this knife down!"

Chen Fan sighed.

This saber, the old man doesn't know how many people have been hacked to death, and the evil spirit is too heavy.

"This knife was given to me by the old chief when he was dying, and I was still a little hairy at that time."

"The old chief spent his whole life and killed countless people; I've also used it all my life and cut a lot of people.

"This knife is indeed too heavy."

The old man touched the knife with a look of nostalgia.

It's as if reminiscing about the past.

"Little Divine Doctor, if it's the reason for this knife, you don't have to bother."

The old man was reluctant to damage the knife.

This knife is the last physical evidence of his glorious memory.

"Daddy! If it's this knife, let's smash it and throw it away, how can we not bother! ”

The Boss shouted.

"Fart!"

The old man said angrily: "Whoever dares to touch Lao Tzu's knife, Lao Tzu wants his dog life!" ”

"Daddy! If you don't destroy this knife, you will die! ”

The boss said urgently.

"This knife wants my life, and I'm willing."

The old man was not afraid of death at all, but said: "Destiny dictates." ”

Seeing this, Chen Fan couldn't help but smile and said, "Such a good knife, how sorry is it to destroy it?" Old man, borrow a knife. ”

"Could it be that the little divine doctor has another way?"

The old man was overjoyed and hurriedly handed over the knife.

Chen Fan didn't answer either.

Instead, he asked Dean Li to find some wormwood.

Wormwood is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine, which is often used by the old man to drive away leg cold.

There are a lot of them.

Chen Fan soaked wormwood in hot water.

After that, wipe the blade little by little.

This knife does have a sense of heaviness.

For the country and the people, drive out the Japanese and return my China!

For this, Chen Fan is still full of admiration.

"That's it!"

Chen Fan finished wiping.

The evil qi on the saber is dispelled cleanly.

The originally oppressive and dim tones are also much brighter.

Even, the whole lobby is not as oppressive and uncomfortable as before.

Wormwood, exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil.

When people celebrate festivals, they often hang at the door.

It's the same thing.

"The little miracle doctor is really powerful."

The old man stroked the blade of the knife excitedly and said, "This knife is a lot brighter!" Ha ha! ”

"As soon as the sword evil is broken, presumably the old man's body will slowly recover, exercise more, and avoid all diseases."

Chen Fan said with a smile.

"Don't say it, my legs and feet are a lot smoother."

The old man smiled: "Mr. Chen, he deserves to be a miracle doctor." ”

"It's all the old man's good health."

Chen Fan politely said a few words.

"Haha! The little doctor really can talk. ”

The old man was quite happy and said: "By the way, the seventh man is reliable this time!" Not bad. ”

Hearing this, Dean Li was so happy that his mouth cracked.

The old man rarely praised him.

"Alright, you young people talk! I'm going to go around. ”

The old man slowly stood up and walked out of the lobby.