"Of course!", Zhao Shiran looked proud, "My teacher is not only good at calligraphy?

"Really?"

Mao Jiazhi felt that even if that person knew calligraphy, it would be too exaggerated to say that he was ranked first in the country, and asked in a skeptical tone.

"I'm a calligraphy major myself, why do I need to lie to you?"

Zhao Shiran was very sacred in his heart, and he couldn't allow others to question it, so he said with a displeased face.

Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi both graduated from art colleges, although they are two fields, they also know that Lumei is a first-class art college.

The teachers of the calligraphy major should be quite famous in the calligraphy world, and a student of the calligraphy major of Lumei actually volunteered to learn calligraphy with a young man in his early twenties in an unknown academy in the mountains, which shows that the young man must have a very high attainment in calligraphy......

"Proficient in medical skills, able to treat incurable diseases that the hospital is helpless for, good at calligraphy, can make people voluntarily stay in the mountains to learn from teachers, and also has everyone's level in the level of guqin performance, such a genius in the sky but in the mountains is simple and rarely known, it is a true hermit master's demeanor!"

Mao Jiazhi looked at Zhao Shiran's serious expression, no joke at all, and then recalled that he saw the figure sitting in the middle of the stream in the mountains, casually playing "Fisherman's Q&A", such a character is extremely easy to become famous, and there is no need to brag in front of him, and he can't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

Mu Zhengyang returned to Nanshan Academy, went to the vegetable field to pick a few cucumbers, left a small part and cut it into slices, and mixed the rest with the nectar in the Yujing bottle to make a pot of pale green juice, and then carried the old bare iron kettle containing the pale green juice down the mountain.

When Zhao Shiran, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi arrived at the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, Mu Zhengyang was already waiting for them with a dilapidated nude iron kettle.

Chen Mengyao was worried that she would wait too long, but she didn't expect Mu Zhengyang to arrive, and said unexpectedly: "Mr. Mu, you actually arrived before us!"

"Oh my God, can you fly?"

When Mao Jiazhi came down, he wanted to take a rest, but he was urged by Chen Mengyao all the time, and he didn't rest for half a second, but the man actually went down the mountain before him.

"Let's go!", Mu Zhengyang smiled faintly and ignored Mao Jiazhi.

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Mengyao felt more and more mysterious in Mu Zhengyang's heart, but Xinxin was still lying in the hospital and had no time to study these, so she opened the car door and let Mu Zhengyang sit in the co-pilot, and returned to the county hospital along the same road.

In the hospital room.

Luo Xinxin's face was pale, her lips were purple, and the blood vessels in her right hand and arm appeared, showing a strange gray, accompanied by fever and sweating.

Wang Ligang and Xiong Jun were chatting at the door of the ward, and saw Mu Zhengyang, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi coming from the elevator door.

Xiong Jun frowned and said, "Hey, Director Wang, could it be that the hermit master you said sent his own apprentice?"

Wang Ligang shook his head meaningfully and said, "The hermit master I am talking about is the one who walks in the middle and carries an old iron kettle!"

"That guy? He must have just graduated from undergrad, right? Are you sure he knows medicine?"

Every year, a large number of medical school graduates want to enter the county hospital, Xiong Jun seems that the hermit master in Wang Ligang's mouth is no different from those who have just graduated from medical schools.

"It was his medicinal wine that saved Zhao Yushi, the father of the county magistrate Z, in Tiekou Lane, and we did research afterwards and confirmed that his medicinal wine has miraculous effects in the treatment of coronary heart disease, neurasthenia, high blood pressure, etc., you know that generally speaking, coronary heart disease and high blood pressure are taboo alcohol, so later I specially went to visit him in the mountains with Dean Qiu and the county magistrate Z, and wanted to ask him to serve as a consultant in our hospital, but unfortunately I didn't see him! The last time he came to the hospital, I told him about it, but he refused!"

Wang Ligang seemed to have guessed that Xiong Jun would have such a reaction, and without the slightest surprise, he explained with a helpless smile.

"Ah, is there such a thing?", Xiong Jun was extremely surprised.

"Hehe, this is only one aspect, Zhao Lao saw his discarded manuscript in the garbage basket in the courtyard of the Academy on the top of Tiannan Mountain, and he has admired that person's calligraphy since then!"

"I remember that Zhao Lao used to be the chairman of our Ze'an City Federation of Literary and Art Circles, a very famous calligrapher!

"Yes! Not only Mr. Zhao, but also the county magistrate Z is full of praise!", Wang Ligang still feels incredible when he thinks about it now.

While the two were talking, Mu Zhengyang, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi came over from the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Wang Ligang came to wait for Mu Zhengyang on purpose, and greeted Mu Zhengyang with an apologetic face: "Mr. Mu, we meet again! Actually, I asked them to go to the mountains to find you, but that girl's illness can only be cured by you, and there is no way to do it, if you disturb Mr. Mu, I will personally go to Tiannan Mountain to apologize to you another day!"

Xiong Jun looked Mu Zhengyang up and down, and found that Mu Zhengyang didn't bring anything else except for a worn-out iron kettle in his hand, and asked curiously, "Mr. Mu...... Excuse me, how are you going to heal that girl?"

Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, raised the old iron kettle in his hand at Wang Ligang and Xiong Jun and said: "I think the two of you have misunderstood, illegal medical practice is illegal, this is a hospital, and I am not a doctor, how dare I treat people in the hospital? I am friends with the girl inside, I heard that she is in the hospital, bring some juice to visit and stay, I don't know if you can give me and her a few minutes alone time." ”

Xiong Jun was stunned.

Wang Ligang sneered and said, "Of course Mr. Mu's request is no problem! Miss Chen has no opinion, right?"

Chen Mengyao knew that Mu Zhengyang had opened a store next door to Xinxin before, and the two could barely be regarded as friends, and at this time, they could only count on Mu Zhengyang, so naturally there would be no objections.

Xiong Jun was thinking that this young man might have just inherited a wine recipe that could treat coronary heart disease, neurasthenia, and high blood pressure, maybe he really didn't understand medical skills, and the girl in the ward was already very seriously ill, and he couldn't tolerate other people's nonsense, so he asked suspiciously: "The patient named Mu Dahe before was really cured by you?"

Mu Zhengyang shook his head and denied: "He is my cousin, I just came to see him with some self-made juice like today!"

Xiong Jun wanted to say something, but was persuaded by Wang Ligang, and he really had no other way, so he asked the nurse in the ward to close the curtain and exit.

Mu Zhengyang entered the ward, locked the door, and looked at Luo Xinxin lying on the hospital bed, the daffodil-like girl, as if she was about to wither.