Chapter 7 Future Planning
Mo Xiaochuan quickly jumped off the hospital bed and hid to the side barefoot.
"Ah---" Su Weiwei shouted, her eyes widened, her right index finger pointed at Mo Xiaochuan, her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't say a word.
It turned out that after Mo Xiaochuan was sent to the hospital, he was seriously injured all over his body, so during the examination, his whole body clothes had been stripped naked. The hospital has not yet decided to treat Mo Xiaochuan, and his clothes can no longer be worn, so he is naked when he lies on the hospital bed.
Although Mo Xiaochuan was lying naked on the hospital bed, he was still covered with a thin quilt from the hospital after all. There's nothing wrong with that. But at this moment, in order to prevent the toxins discharged from washing the marrow on his body from contaminating Su Weiwei. Jumping off the hospital bed, the current Mo Xiaochuan is really the light of Chiguoguo in the sun.
Although Su Weiwei works as a nurse, she has seen a lot of this kind of red fruit in the human body. But most of them were asleep, tormented and tormented by sickness. At that time, Su Weiwei only had sympathy and pity in her heart, and never had any other thoughts. And now, Mo Xiaochuan's lively jumping, especially Xiao Xiaochuan's huge size, swayed around unusually with a strong demeanor there. Su Weiwei's breath was scattered, her heart was beating faster, and her face was red.
Moreover, in Su Weiwei's eyes, Mo Xiaochuan is still a seriously injured person with multiple fractures, bleeding internal organs, and tendons that have been cut and unable to move. Now he is alive and vibrant, standing in front of him. At this moment, Su Weiwei felt that her IQ of up to 402 was a little insufficient.
Whether it was more shock, or more else, perhaps only Su Weiwei knew best in her heart.
After Mo Xiaochuan jumped off the hospital bed, he also noticed that something was wrong, and then immediately ripped off the thin quilt on the hospital bed and wrapped it around himself. The shy look illustrated the inexplicable feeling in Mo Xiaochuan's heart at this moment.
"No, you're obviously seriously injured, how can you be completely well all of a sudden? How is this possible?" Su Weiwei muttered as if she had a magic barrier.
"Weiwei, are you sure that he is the seriously injured patient you said, and not for some other reason?" Feng Zhibo came to Su Weiwei's side, looked at Mo Xiaochuan in surprise and asked Su Weiwei.
Judging from his many years of medical experience, Mo Xiaochuan is much healthier than ordinary people, and he couldn't be better. There, as Su Weiwei said, was seriously injured and dying.
"Yes, second uncle, his examination data is still in the doctor's office? Su Weiwei took Feng Zhibo's arm and said eagerly.
"Young man, this ---" Feng Zhibo looked at Mo Xiaochuan, not knowing what to say.
"Dean, this, this, hehe--- I am also a doctor myself, a family traditional Chinese doctor, originally I was seriously injured like this beautiful nurse said, but it is precisely this that triggers the advanced conditions of family medicine. It was in this way that my medical skills improved and my body recovered. Mo Xiaochuan also knew that if there was no reasonable explanation for this matter, it might bring endless trouble in the future. So after thinking about it, I made a cameo appearance as a doctor. After all, even if this matter gets out in the end, they will only think that they are a doctor with super medical skills. In this way, it will not be pulled away for slicing research.
"Are you a Chinese doctor?" Feng Zhibo's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes. Mo Xiaochuan's answer was sonorous and powerful, but it was inevitable that there would be some drumming in his heart, and he would not be recognized.
"This, this, is this the legendary tendon washing and cutting veins?" Feng Zhibo pointed to Mo Xiaochuan's exposed skin and asked cautiously.
"The dean is worthy of being the dean, he is really knowledgeable, and he even knows how to wash his muscles and cut his veins. Mo Xiaochuan smiled, acquiescing to Feng Zhibo's words.
"Could it be that what the ancient books say is true?" Feng Zhibo was a little messy. Feng Zhi is erudite in Western medicine, but his attainments in Chinese medicine are not low. Because, Feng Zhibo was also born in a family of Chinese medicine, but he chose to study Western medicine, and his elder brother inherited the mantle of the family and studied Chinese medicine.
Perhaps because of his background, Feng Zhibo did not reject Chinese medicine like other Western doctors. He believed that existence is reasonable, not to mention that Chinese medicine has been passed down in China for thousands of years and has played a vital role in the historical development of China. Judging from this, Huaxia does have his uniqueness.
Feng Zhibo also happened to study the collection of books at home when he was a child, and found a description of the supreme realm of Chinese medicine: the air passes through the heavens and the earth, the meridians are washed and the veins are cut, and the filth comes out of itself. Since then, it is extraordinary, the heart is like nature, the five elements of yin and yang, it can be seen that everything can be healed, which is called mysterious. Those who are metaphysicians can heal the world.
At that time, Feng Zhibo still regarded it as a joke, and asked his grandfather, who was the chief imperial physician in the First Tai Hospital of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, about this record. Grandpa Tai's question and answer at that time was: "The theory of metaphysical medicine has always been a long time, but the doctors who have reached this realm have only been those patriarchs throughout the ages. In the realm of metaphysicians, there is no incurable medicine in the world. It's fascinating. ”
Feng Zhibo still remembers that when his grandfather said this, there was a yearning look in his eyes.
In the realm of metaphysicians, there is no incurable medicine in the world. Attributes of a good bull fork.
"Then may I ask, have you reached the realm of Xuan Medicine now?" Feng Zhibo's voice trembled a little, and unconsciously, he used honorifics for a young man like Mo Xiaochuan.
"The realm of Xuan Medicine?!" Mo Xiaochuan doubted. In my mind, I was quickly rummaging through the classics on medical practice. Finally, I saw a sentence in a medical book called "Qingyi Heart Sutra": "The realm of metaphysicians is the beginning of the medical journey." ”
It turns out that metaphysical medicine is only the beginning of medical practice. Judging from his current cultivation, it is much higher than that of the Xuan Medicine. However, it is better to keep a low profile.
"Hehe--- just reached the realm of metaphysicians. Mo Xiaochuan said with a little humility.
"He has really reached the realm of metaphysicians, is this possible?How old is this young man, is he twenty years old?" Feng Zhibo was not calm at all.
Mo Xiaochuan had a hunch that the longer he stayed in this place, the greater the danger, so it was better to flee as soon as possible. So, Mo Xiaochuan picked up the pen that the medical staff hanging at the head of the bed had to make ward rounds to record, wrote his phone number on it, and handed it to Su Weiwei, who was still stunned: "Miss Su, although I was in a coma just now, I know everything you did." Thank you so much for everything you have done for me. Here is my mobile number, if you need any help, you can call me. But you only have three chances to make that call. Bye. ”
After speaking, Mo Xiaochuan directly wrapped the thin quilt of the hospital and picked up his old clothes next to him. Dodge out of the emergency room.
"What? Ah, you can't go. Su Weiwei came back to her senses and screamed and chased out the door.
There was also Mo Xiaochuan's figure outside the door.
Feng Zhibo was awakened by Su Weiwei's screams, and when he saw that Mo Xiaochuan was not in the emergency room. He also hurried out.
looked at the people who were hurrying back and forth outside the emergency room, but he didn't see Mo Xiaochuan.
"Weiwei, what about the others?" Feng Zhibo asked.
"Gone. ”
"Gone?!" Feng Zhibo was a little regretful that he had passed by such a master.
"Well, he left me a phone number and said there were only three chances to call. Hmph, who does he think he is?" Su Weiwei was a little dissatisfied, she was also a beauty. It's okay if the kid doesn't look at it properly, give a broken phone number, and limit the number of calls.
The more Su Weiwei thought about it, the more angry she became, and she crumpled the piece of paper with Mo Xiaochuan's phone number in her hand into a ball, and she was about to throw it away.
"Hey, hey, Vivi, what are you doing here. Quick, take me to this young man's examination record first. Feng Zhibo hurriedly grabbed Su Weiwei. My aunt and grandmother, if that young man is really a metaphysician, this phone number is a lifesaver. And it's three lives. What is there not to be satisfied with?
No matter how shocked Feng Zhibo was when he read Mo Xiaochuan's inspection records, he was shocked. After Mo Xiaochuan walked out of the door of the emergency room, he ran wildly. With Mo Xiaochuan's current cultivation realm, the speed of running is simply like a white horse passing through a gap, flashing by. Ordinary people just felt a light breeze blowing in front of them, and they couldn't even see Mo Xiaochuan's shadow.
Running to the rented house in one breath, Mo Xiaochuan washed his whole body fiercely. Change into clean clothes, light a cigarette, recline on the bed, and begin to ponder.
He was originally a hard-working worker, but now by chance, he has obtained the Hongmeng inheritance, which is destined to be extraordinary in his life. But where does his future hold?
Is it impossible to blindly cultivate to a higher and deeper realm, and then understand the hatred of the Hongmeng royal family? It is impossible to think about it, looking at the current environment, it is difficult to say whether you can cultivate to the point of ascension, and besides, now, there is still such a thing as ascension? Don't say yes, I haven't even heard of it. Even if they are cultivators, most of them practice martial arts, qigong or something. I haven't seen anything else.
Is that still the same life as ever? But I have the Hongmeng inheritance, and I have to have this period of cause and effect. And it seems that he is also the legacy of the Hongmeng royal family. The hatred of the Hongmeng clan can also be regarded as their own family background. How can a family feud not be avenged? Besides, Mo Xiaochuan originally respected me, and I respected people. You smack me, I'll give you a slap in the face. How can this cause and effect and hatred be simply let go?
took a hard puff of cigarette, and Mo Xiaochuan's brows furrowed.
"Hehe, Xiaojuan, look at what you said, who would dare to make a guarantee of affection, let's just try to get along, as for the rest of the matter, let it be. ”
Downstairs, the voices of the two girls talking came into Mo Xiaochuan's ears. Mo Xiaochuan's eyes lit up, yes, who can say what will happen in the future? What I want to do most is not to live this life in a plain way?