Wang Hao stayed at Wang Zihao's house for about ten minutes, Wang Zihao went to work, and Wang Hao went home. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Zihao was very satisfied with the dagger, and felt that Wang Hao's master was still very sympathetic. Although he didn't meet with himself, this knife (the dagger is outdated) is worth a lot of money, and it may not be bought for millions, and there is no market for it, and the legendary magic weapon is nothing more than that. Wang Hao didn't know the value of his dagger, if he knew, he wouldn't give it to Wang Zihao, Yuan Bo was his own person, no matter how valuable it was, he would give it away. However, Wang Hao looked at Wang Zihao's attitude and guessed that the knife he gave was worth a lot. Wang Zihao got the knife and immediately became more enthusiastic about finding someone to treat the disease, and promised to find a few more patients for Wang Hao. Wang Hao doesn't bother with the value of the dagger, as long as the things sent out can do things, anyway, the dagger is not worth much to Wang Hao. Wang Hao even wanted to find some materials to refine a few knives in the future and sell them for money, it seems that he can make a lot of money in alchemy and refining weapons in the secular or cultivation realm.

In the end, Wang Hao and Wang Zihao determined the time for treatment at ten o'clock in the evening, sent them to Wang Hao's hospital, and picked them up the next morning, and could only leave one person to accompany them. Wang Zihao accepted a knife, and he was also very talkative, you can say what time it is, let a few take care of it, anyway, his family members will persuade him unconditionally. The time of treatment is more elegant at night, and the time of treatment is calculated by yin and yang gossip, which is in line with the magnetic field rules of heaven and earth, Wang Zihao touched the knife and thought of how to explain it to a few people in the Zhao family.

In a courtyard shaded by green trees in Jinghua City, there are several people, among which an old man sits in the middle, although he looks like he is about to die, but his eyes are sharp, so that people can't understand that the old man is dizzy and you look at each other, but the cold light is pressing, and the momentum of the superior over the years is matched with sharp eyes and the words he said dare not obey. He is the old man of the Zhao family, with white hair and vicissitudes of life, and he is getting older and older from lung cancer: "Have you contacted Wang Zihao?"

"There's no time yet, tomorrow they're going to treat a vegetative patient. It is a side branch of the Zhang family, and his ability to do business is good, but it is the sequelae of the car accident. "The person who spoke was Zhao Zhenguo, who was in his forties and was the current head of the family. The square face, thin eyebrows, white face, narrow eyes, no need to look like a city.

"Don't worry, the old man, the prince is bold and eloquent, specializing in treating incurable diseases, and cancer is no problem. Zhao Zhenjia said that he was the second and the eldest Zhao Zhenguo was slightly darker than his face.

"Who is the divine doctor?"

"It's Wang Hao's master, a hermit master, who cured his lame leg some time ago. It's very mysterious, no one has seen it, and this time I went down the mountain to raise money to repair the mountain gate. The second said.

"Continue to investigate, the Wang family has received the help of the masters, and the power will inevitably expand. “

"Yes!" replied the second child respectfully.

"Hurry up and talk to the prince and arrange for treatment. After the old man said so many words, he felt like he was going to suffocate to death, so he hurried to treat himself. There was a moment of respite and then he said, "Look at the vegetative effect tomorrow." “

"Yes!" the boss thought for a while, and it was safe to say, "Do you want to arrange for a lung cancer patient to give it a try?" “

"No, curing two people can prove your medical skills. "Just kidding, I wish I could get treatment right away and not feel like I was feeling in myself. If Old Man Zhao hadn't been angry enough, he would have scolded them to death now. I died uncomfortably and didn't hurry up to treat me, what else did I rub in, people can cure cripples and vegetative people can't prove it. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I couldn't help coughing. The boss hurriedly slapped his back, and the old man looked like he would not give up if he didn't cough up his lungs, and the room was in chaos. Seeing blood coughing up, everyone doesn't know whether to hide or hide, but don't infect yourself, I heard that lung disease is easily contagious.