"Mingyue, is there something wrong with the Rejuvenation Hall?"

"Brother Song, don't be nervous, there's nothing going on in the Rejuvenation Hall, it's just that you have encountered a strange doctor."

"No, no, it's not right to say that he's a doctor, it's quite troublesome anyway."

A few days ago, the clinic received an eccentric patient.

According to the patient's own account, he suffered from a very serious skin disease.

The doctor in the store examined according to normal procedures, and when the patient took off his clothes, the doctors and nurses on the scene were taken aback.

Where is this skin disease, it is a serious disease at all.

The patient has a huge pustule on his back, and if he touches it slightly, he will cry and wipe away tears.

After discussion, the doctor advised the patient to come back later.

None of them had ever seen such a big pustule, and perhaps only when Song Feng came back could he cure his illness.

Unexpectedly, the patient thought that the Rejuvenation Hall deliberately drove him away, and refused to leave.

From that day on, the patient stood guard at the door of the Huichun Hall before dawn every day, and he did not leave until the Huichun Hall was finished.

Every day, it's more punctual than going to work.

There is no way to go on like this, Cui Mingyue can only call Song Feng.

Song Feng didn't go to the Rejuvenation Hall for many days, and everyone thought he had gone on a business trip.

"I see, is this patient in the store now?"

"In the store."

"You bring him into the room, I'll be there in about forty minutes."

Hanging up the phone, Song Feng called the Raptors and arranged for him to keep an eye on the housekeeper in the basement.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng borrowed a car from the Raptors and drove to the Rejuvenation Hall.

Forty minutes later, Song Feng, accompanied by Cui Mingyue and several doctors and nurses, entered the consultation room and saw the patient.

It was already winter, and the patient was wearing a down jacket.

Under the cover of the down jacket, the pustule behind the back is not very obvious.

"Mr. He Liang, this is our boss Song Feng, and he is also the most skilled doctor in the Rejuvenation Hall."

After entering the house, Cui Mingyue introduced Song Feng's identity to the patient.

A glow of hope appeared on He Liang's gloomy face, and he stood up and said, "You are the divine doctor Song Feng? You'll be able to heal me, won't you?"

Song Feng comforted: "This patient, don't get excited first, can you be cured, I need to take a look at the pus behind you first."

"Then I will be able to prescribe the right medicine and give you a satisfactory treatment plan."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

With that, He Liang took off his down jacket and unbuttoned his shirt inside.

After a while, Song Feng said, "You are not a pustule, but a poisonous sore."

"Do you work in a chemical plant?"

"How do you know?"

He Liang was stunned.

"Doctor Song, you're too godly, I've never told anyone where I work."

Song Feng smiled and said, "Not only do I know that you work in a chemical plant, but I also know that you are a porter in a chemical factory."

He Liang has thick calluses on his shoulders, and at first glance, he often carries goods and leaves them behind.

The poisonous sores on the back should have appeared not long ago.

Following these guesses, it is not difficult for Song Feng to analyze that He Liang has been exposed to toxic and harmful chemicals for a long time.

He Liang's later answer confirmed Song Feng's guess.

He was indeed a porter in a chemical plant.

Handling chemical materials that are harmful to the human body, the warehouse is a confined space, and it is very uncomfortable to carry it in protective clothing.

Since he was the only one working in the warehouse, He Liang would habitually take off his protective clothing without anyone else supervising him.

Carry it topless.

I sometimes rub my back, but at least I don't sweat profusely.

Song Feng smiled and said, "The poisonous sores on your back are because of the proximity of your skin

It takes a long time for this to happen when it comes into contact with toxic materials."

"By the way, don't you have a lot of strength?"

He Gang nodded again and again, showing off, "I won't tell you, I don't have any other advantages, that is, I have great strength, originally there were four people in our handling team, but since I passed, the boss fired the other three."

"Give me their wages, and I can carry thousands of bags of chemical materials a day by myself."

Song Feng secretly smiled bitterly.

He can move chemical materials in one day, which takes four people to move.

Every day, direct skin contact with chemical materials.

Only now that poisonous sores have been born, it can only be said that the body is too good.

If you change to someone else, I am afraid that it will not only give birth to poisonous sores, but also cause a series of complications.

"Mr. He, can you really do the work of four people alone?"

Cui Mingyue and the doctors and nurses were in disbelief.

He Liang is more than 1.7 meters tall and weighs about the same as a normal person.

How can a small body have so much strength?

He Liang smiled and said, "Don't believe it, what I said is true, and I didn't lie to you."

"I've had a lot of strength since I was a child, if you don't believe me, I'll show you a demonstration on the spot."

He Liang looked left and right, and there was a sofa in front of the treatment room.

He asked everyone to take a few steps back and hold their hands on the gap underneath.

Easily lift the sofa flat with both hands.

"Oh my God! It's a shame you don't go to the Hercules competition."

"Why is the sofa two or three hundred pounds? Hold it up with both hands, which is not something that ordinary Hercules can do."

"It's no wonder that the owner of a chemical plant wants to fire other employees, he can do the work of several people alone."

A nurse blurted out, "You have so much strength, and you fight so hard, right?"

He Liang put down the sofa and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I've had a fight since I was a child, and others took the initiative to trouble me."

He Liang never bullies people, and his personality is his duty.

If it weren't for the strange illness this time, he wouldn't have stayed away.

Since the boss of the chemical plant fired the other three, He Liang has been able to earn four people's money by virtue of his strength.

I don't know how happy my life is.

When he returned from work one night, the three porters who had been fired tangled up with a large group of people and stopped him halfway

Everyone scolded He Liang and beat him.

In desperation, He Liang could only shoot back, and beat more than 20 people by himself.

"I really didn't want to hit them, but they've already done it, so I can't just let them do it."

"Mr. He Liang, please hand over your hand, and I will check your pulse."

Song Feng said with a smile.

He Liang didn't ask much, and obediently handed his hand over.

Song Feng put three fingers on He Liang's pulse, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.

He Liang is full of qi and blood, and this body and bones are simply born to practice martial arts.

There are faint traces of the existence of true qi in the body.

Song Feng further probed and determined that there was true qi in the dantian's location.

Otherwise, He Liang would not have such strength.

In this case, either He Liang has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has cultivated his true qi with his muscles and bones that are different from ordinary people.

Or maybe there was something happened to He Liang that made him appear true qi when he didn't know martial arts.

Song Feng thinks it should be the latter.