After going around for nearly a minute or so, the three of them came to a low asbestos tile house.

The house was small, made of discarded asbestos tiles from some construction sites, and had no door, only a blackened rag to cover it.

Walking in front of the asbestos tile house, Xing Tian couldn't wait to walk over and shout.

"Mother, I'm back, mother...... You see, I've got something to eat for you...... Mother. ”

While shouting, Xing Tian lowered his head and went into the house, but after a while, he came out again, and his face was already full of anxiety.

"What's wrong?" Chen Fan asked when he saw that Xingtian's face was wrong.

"My mother is not here, he should have been in the house at this time. Frowning tightly, Xing Tian thought about it.

And at this moment, not far away, an old man with a bag rushed into the alley, and when he saw Xingtian standing at the door, he couldn't help shouting.

"Son of Heaven, ...... Go, your mother fainted while picking up garbage. ”

"What!"

In a word, Xingtian's whole brain seemed to have exploded, and he was unconscious with a bang.

"Mother...... Mother!"

Xingtian, who woke up in a moment, didn't even care about Chen Fan's fellow criminals, but strode towards the direction of the garbage dump.

"Sister-in-law must have had a seizure, Childe, let's hurry over. ”

"Let's go!"

agreed, and Chen Fan and the two of them hurriedly chased in the direction of Xingtian's departure.

"This year, the Son of Heaven's mother's condition has worsened, and this month the Son of Heaven won't let her come out to pick up the garbage, and it is estimated that the Son of Heaven won't listen to her mother again. While running, the criminal cadre told Chen Fan what had happened.

"It's like this, and what kind of garbage are you picking up, I don't know how important it is. Hearing this, Chen Fan was also angry in his heart.

Leukemia may not get better when you recuperate, and you still go out to pick up garbage, so it's no wonder if something happens.

When the two of them arrived in front of the mountain-high garbage dump, they saw a circle of people at a glance.

After a few steps, Chen Fan saw Xing Tianzheng holding an old woman who looked like she was sixty or seventy years old, the latter's face was pale without any blood, her eyes were closed, and only faint breathing came out.

It can be seen that the whole person's body function has been weakened to the extreme.

As if he would die in the next second, the whole person seemed to lose his breath at any time. Seeing this scene, Chen Fan's heart couldn't help sinking.

According to Xingtian's age, the woman in front of her must be about forty-seven or eighteen, but now she is so old, which shows the hardships she has endured over the years.

I still muttered about the hardships they have endured over the years, which is completely struggling on the line of life and death.

"Mother, wake up, I'm God, mother, I'm back, don't scare me, mother......"

"Mother, wake up! Mother, I came back with delicious food, and I also brought my son, who said that I wanted to treat my mother, mother, wake up quickly, mother ......."

In the crowd, Xing Tian hugged his mother, tears flowed in his eyes, like a child who had not grown up, crying loudly.

Xingtian has never been afraid of anything, even when he is embarrassed, but at this moment, looking at his weak and unconscious mother, he is terrified.

He was afraid that his mother would go away by himself, so he kept shaking softly, shouting softly, trying to wake her up.

"What the hell is going on?" Xing Qianqi's face was also extremely gloomy at this time, and he dragged a person to the side and asked.

And Chen Fan stood aside and looked at all this coldly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, this was definitely someone doing it on purpose! But these still need to be asked after this matter is over!

Chen Fan patted the shoulder of the torture cadre and said, "But I don't care about these now, let's treat my sister-in-law first!"

The torture cadre looked back at Chen Fan, and said in a low voice, "This is a slum, who wants to come!"

"I'll take care of this matter!"

Without waiting for the torturers to react, Chen Fan shouted at those messy people, "I know that there are people from the Wuling Group inside, you don't have to come out to see me, I just need you to do one thing, a stick of incense, I want all the famous doctors in the city to arrive! I am not saying this in my private name, but I am giving orders as a commander!"

The crowd was still noisy, Chen Fan motioned to Xing Ganqi to take Xing Tian away, there was no way, there were some things that it was better not to let this child know!

In the distance, five curators and more than 100 elites of the Wuling County Medical Center were taken to the garbage dump.

This garbage dump has become a little crowded.

But in a room five kilometers away from the dump, an old man with a goatee was arrested.

He was Liu Sandao, and said angrily: "Put me down and bring that medicine basket, there is an old medicine in it, which my granddaughter risked her life to pick back, and it can save people at a critical moment!"

Someone entered the house, took the medicine pocket and went straight to the garbage dump.

In the garbage dump, five curators and hundreds of elites have begun to diagnose and treat.

A member of the Wuling Group said in a deep voice: "Several, no matter how much you pay tonight, you must save this woman!"

"I can't save you, I've chopped you up!" the other looked threatening.

Curator Qian reprimanded: "Who are you bluffing, don't quarrel with me, Lao Liu, untie the clothes on his chest and take a look!"

After struggling again and again, Curator Liu on the right untied the clothes on the chest of the torture mother, and a hideous scar on the left chest, like a centipede, passed through the chest, a standard fatal injury.

Curator Qian sighed: "Sure enough, it is an old disease, I am afraid that it will be more than ten years, if it can be well conditioned over the years, maybe it can be raised, but this body bones, alas! Moreover, it seems that the woman's body still has sepsis, which is a miracle that she can live until now!"

Curator Liu took his right hand and frowned: "The heart is broken, the old disease recurs, and there is nothing I can do!" smiled freely, but didn't say anything.

But behind the crowd, goat beard and willow snorted coldly: "What kind of patient, when it comes to the mouths of a few old guys, it will be hopeless!"

Swish!

All the elite curators turned around and took the initiative to make way for Liu Lao.

Liu San's needle came forward, his hands and feet were very neat, and as soon as he grasped Ning Si's hand, his face became solemn, and he spoke: "Grandson, bring me the silver needle!" I saw a young man holding an acupuncture box and hurriedly came forward.

The box opened, revealing the silver needles inside, varying in thickness and length.

At the back of the crowd, the two quietly arrived, undisturbing anyone, like ghosts. Liu stabbed the three needles and landed on the top of the mother's head.

Curator Qian frowned: "My heart is broken, how can you save it?"

"The gods are difficult to save, but I will give her three more days of life to fulfill her unfulfilled wish!"

Liu Sanzhen is very famous, because of his three silver needles, he has healed many people.

The first stitch falls on the top of the head.

The second needle falls on the heart.

The third needle fell on the Dumai Shendao acupoint.

Du Mai, one of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, has the title of "the sea of yang veins", with a total of 28 acupoints, which have the effect of returning to the yang and saving the adversity.

After the three needles, Liu San pinched off the silver needles, and the remaining silver needles were all sealed in Ning Si's body.

The mother's face was ruddy, as if she had recovered her health, which opened the eyes of the experts present.

Liu Sanzhen, worthy of the name!

The torture mother thanked: "Thank you for saving your life!"

"Don't, don't be too happy, I can't save you, it's only three days, this is my limit, your body, the gods can't save it, if someone can save you, I'm afraid it's also a national medicine level!" Liu Sanzhen didn't accept thanks.

In fact, as a doctor, he can't save people and can't cure his illness, which may be the biggest regret in his heart.

So he was not rude.

However, the Chinese medicine level that Liu Sanzhen said is even more fantastical!

Because of this kind of big man, he can count the number of leaders, and he will not appear in Wuling County at all.

After everything passed, the people around came back to their senses, Wang Lung looked at the back of the crowd, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he bowed his head and arched his hand: "Wang Lung has seen the chief team leader!"

Swish!

Everyone turned back, including Liu Sanzhen, who was also a little surprised.

You must know that the five team leaders under the Marquis of Wuling, each of whom was once an earth-shattering big man in the northwest region, actually came to such a small place.

The mother looked back, and many of the people present did not know each other.

When she looked at the person who came, there was a little more doubt in her eyes, she was sure that there was no such person among the people she knew, what was he doing here, could it be someone from that family?

Look at each other!

The young man looked directly, his steps were steady and powerful, and he did not shy away from it.

Along the way, the members of the Wuling County Group were all clasping their fists with their hands, bending down and looking down without daring to look directly, in a cold sweat!

There is no other reason than the black cloak on this young man's body, the logo is too eye-catching!

What does this sign mean?

Others don't know, don't they know!

The young man came up and shouted softly, "It's okay, relax!"

"You, you're ...... Who are you?"

Looking at the vigilance in the eyes of the torture mother, the young man whispered: "This woman, there are some things that someone will explain to you later, and I will heal your injuries first!"

"Young man, the hidden disease on his body is not a flesh wound!"

So many elite famous doctors are helpless, but Chen Fan, a young man of weak crown age, is not ashamed to speak out here, where to put them.

Liu Sanzhen frowned: "I advise you not to mess around, his heart is broken, he will definitely die, it is because I can only continue his life for three days with three needles, if you move these three needles, he will die violently on the spot!"

Fang Cai Liu took three needles to treat the criminal mother, and as soon as the young man arrived at the unknown situation, he did not stop it, for fear of making the criminal mother more seriously injured.

At this moment, the young man smiled lightly: "I haven't put your unique three needles in my eyes yet!"

"What?" Liu Sanzhen's nose was almost crooked.

The young man glanced away: "My people, Yama doesn't dare to move!"

A mighty coercion, from the inside out, shocked everyone.

With Chen Fan's palm, three half-cut silver needles in the torture mother's body burst out, nailed into the wall, and trembled faintly.

Curator Qian was stunned and said, "What a strong strength!"

With this alone, ordinary people simply can't do it. The mother's face was pale, and a gray aura appeared on her forehead, as if the end was approaching.

Liu Sanzhen was angry: "Kill yourself!"

Next, the young man shot again, his left hand was clenched into a claw, and as soon as he grabbed the void, the acupuncture box on the ground flew upside down with seven silver needles.

Seven silver needles float in the palm of the hand, dripping and spinning.

This hand shocked everyone.

Dean Qian's voice was lost: "Controlling the needle with qi?"

"Chinese medicine level, who is he!" Dean Liu was also frightened.

Controlling the needle with qi, that is the level of a national doctor.

The number of Chinese doctors in the world is not more than one hand.

A Taoist Chinese doctor, traveling all over the world, is like a man in the rivers and lakes, and his traces cannot be traced.

Another national doctor, who is in the imperial capital, treats high-ranking officials and magnates, and is very accessible to people.

The third Chinese doctor, it was rumored that he had died of old age last year!

After all, at the age of one hundred and nine, he could die at any time.

Of the three Chinese doctors, one died, and two others could not be contacted on weekdays.

No one has ever heard of the fourth great hand of Chinese medicine in the world.

Traditional Chinese medicine has their differences, third-rate doctors are full of towns and villages, and their learning is quite mixed, such as minor skin diseases, colds and fevers, and runny nose in children.

What you learn is messy, and none of you are proficient, so it is difficult to achieve!

Second-rate doctors, concentrated in county seats, a few in fourth- and fifth-tier cities, almost director-level, ranging from three to fifty years old, can treat serious surgical diseases, some severe colds and the like.

As for the first-class doctors, most of them are naturally concentrated in developed cities.

For hidden diseases, serious diseases caused by multiple complications, they can be cured with medicine, and most of them are old Chinese medicine practitioners over 50 years old, who are the deans of these experts present.

Further up are Liu Lao, infinitely close to grandmaster-level doctors, highly respected!

Looking, hearing, diagnosing, grasping, and acupuncture, all of them are refined, and they have their unique experience in mild cancer.

And traditional Chinese medicine is the master of medicine.

The real Dacheng is familiar with all herbal medicines, has the qualification of his own school, and is more proficient in pharmacology to form a unique prescription.

Becoming a national doctor, to a certain extent, is an ancient warrior!

Ancient martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine complement each other.

The sign is to use qi to control the needle, leading to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and there is no incurable disease.

It's so domineering!

There are only a few Chinese doctors in the world, and there are only a few people in the Manchu Communist Party, who are respected by all doctors and regarded as the soul of this industry.

But now, Dean Qian and the others saw the fourth Chinese doctor appear.

What's even more terrifying is that this young man is less than twenty years old!

What does this mean, it means that he still has a long way to go.

Being young is potential, and in the next few decades, I am afraid that we will be able to go further in the medical path.

Curator Liu looked like a ghost, and instinctively asked, "Who did you learn your medical skills from?"

No one answered!

The young man's left hand moved slightly, and the seven silver needles instantly straightened, as if frozen in the air.

The next moment, the seven needles were submerged into the body of the deer antler grandmother one by one.

The first needle falls on the Shenting acupoint!

It is located at the front of the head and enters the hairline at the fifth minute, and belongs to the Du pulse.

The second needle fell on the Fengchi acupoint, which is definitely a vital acupoint.

Chen Fan's needle drop is definitely a sword that goes off the rails, and it is not treated according to ordinary methods.

After seven stitches, let Curator Qian and Curator Liu, their eyelids jump, even if a martial artist endures these seven blows, he has to lose half his life, not to mention the life of the torture mother.

Liu Sanzhen stared at it and said hoarsely: "Seven needles of the ghost gate, reverse the heart, who are you?"

Dean Qian was shocked, especially after hearing the seven needles of the ghost gate.

The stitching method, which has been lost for nearly 700 years, has never been heard of by young people now, and it is even said that it has been learned.

There is also such a thing as reversing the heart line, which is incredible!

It is this unbelievable method that has created the unparalleled name of Chinese medicine.

But anyone who is a national doctor, that is a master needs to be a low-eyebrow character!

Because of the national doctor-level figures, they are even rarer than the god of war.

Besides, if you can become a national doctor, you may be a seventh-order figure among the ancient martial artists!

Curator Liu lost his voice and said, "He's a seventh-order martial artist?

The seventh-order of the age of the weak crown, looking at the vicissitudes of the world, is only a handful, and it belongs to a genius who is rare to see in the world for ten years.

"This woman, the silver needle remains in your body, and after seven days, it should be fine!" the young man turned. A leader of the Wuling group personally stepped forward and put on a black cloak for the young man.

The black cloak danced, wrapping the young man's thin body, and the lone wolf behind him was majestic, making a roaring gesture, as if staring at everyone behind him.

This pattern made Liu Sanzhen's pupils shrink suddenly.

Curator Qian's eyes were round: "This, this is the wolf king's robe, oh mom, the old man has no beads, I've seen the Lord in Tsing Yi!"

This old man is worthy of the Wuling County Group, and the person who is arrested at every turn is considered to have some knowledge.

Being able to recognize the robe of the wolf king, and also recognize the identity of the young man, is enough to be proud!

Liu Sanzhen touched the goatee, shook his hand, pulled off a few whiskers, lowered his head and did not dare to be presumptuous.

Wolf King Qingyi, in addition to Wuling Marquis Bai Qi in this northwest realm, this can sit alone and deter the border. Because he was also a legend too!