"Thank you for the compliment, but my word is average, but I don't dare to compare with calligraphy. Zhao Yuan replied with a smile.

Because he had used borrowing techniques several times, borrowing calligraphy skills left by Wu Peng from the miscellaneous studies of information leaves, Zhao Yuan's understanding and use of calligraphy also reached a very high level, although he could not use borrowing techniques compared to others, but it was also many times higher than ordinary people. In particular, the charm hidden in each stroke is no worse than that of well-known calligraphers, and the weakness is only the use of brushwork.

Of course, it is impossible for the flight attendant to know these situations, she only thinks that Zhao Yuan has practiced calligraphy hard, and her admiration for him has deepened.

Soon, Zhao Yuan signed his name. Because he felt that just signing a name, the page was empty, and he also wrote some words of instruction to everyone next to him. Because of some pretentious thoughts, he used a variety of different calligraphy for these signatures.

"Baimei, go and return the autograph book to everyone. After Zhao Yuan returned the pen to the stewardess, he instructed the bone girl.

The flight attendant hurriedly said: "It's better to leave it to me, in case you encounter air currents during the flight, it won't hurt Miss Bai." ”

Zhao Yuan wanted to tell her that no matter how big and bumpy the air flow was, it would not be possible to affect the bone girl, but fortunately, reason was greater than impulsiveness, so he suppressed this in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then trouble you, thank you." ”

"No thanks. The flight attendant smiled beautifully, walked back with the autograph book, and handed them out to the passengers one by one.

Zhao Yuan closed his eyes and wanted to rest.

A woman in her thirties, sitting near the wing, smiled and thanked her after receiving the autograph book exchanged by the flight attendant.

"Yumiko, why didn't I know, you still worship a doctor?" said the companion sitting next to her, a middle-aged man in his forties, laughing and quipping.

"He's a great doctor, so I worship him. Besides, didn't you ask him for an autograph too?" Yumiko said, pointing to the autograph book that the middle-aged man had just picked up.

"Haha, I think the same thing as you. The middle-aged man said with a smile, looking down at the words on the autograph, but his expression changed suddenly, and at the same time he let out an exclamation of 'huh'.

"What's wrong?" asked Yumiko busily.

"Look at this word, this hand willow style, the writing is really good, although the penmanship is immature, but the words already have a bit of Liu Gongquan's taste!" The middle-aged man said excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent.

Yumiko was very surprised, this companion of hers was her senior brother, both of whom were disciples of the famous Japanese calligrapher Yoshihiko Sato, and their vision was not ordinary.

What can surprise and praise her senior brother is definitely not an ordinary good word.

So she hurriedly looked down, but found that the words on her autograph book were not willow fonts, but official scripts.

The pen is dignified, the pen is light, although there is still a little bit of fire in the skills, but the charm of the stroke, is to make her goosebumps rise, as if on Mount Tai, looking at those engraved on the boulder, the momentum of the official book!

"Zhao Jun is actually still good at writing?!, and he is also proficient in Liuti Kaishu and Lishu at the same time?" The two looked at each other, both surprised, and then said in unison: "After getting off the plane, you must get acquainted with Zhao Jun!"

At this moment, the stewardess walked to the back of the cabin, and there were few autographs left in her hand.

It was at this time that the flight attendant saw an old aunt in her sixties, her eyes tightly closed, her hands clutching the armrests of the seat, and she was panting constantly, as if she was very nervous and uncomfortable.

The stewardess hurriedly walked up to the old aunt and asked with concern, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

The old aunt barely opened her eyes, her face was very pale, but her cheeks were a sickly flush.

While swallowing her saliva, she replied weakly: "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I suddenly feel dizzy, nausea and want to vomit, and I am very irritable, and my head hurts." I'm really uncomfortable, I want to hit my head and die......"

After hearing these words, the flight attendant immediately reacted that this old aunt was sick.

But she is not a doctor, she doesn't know what kind of disease the old aunt is guilty of, and she doesn't know how to treat it. But it doesn't matter, she's not a doctor, but there's still Zhao Yuan on this plane! That's the power of one person, and she has overturned the entire Chinese medicine bull! He will definitely be able to cure this old aunt.

The stewardess hurriedly said: "Auntie, don't worry, relax, I'll call you a doctor right away! Zhao Yuan, you know, right? It's that very powerful doctor, he is also on our plane, and he will definitely be able to restore your health." ”

"Okay, thank you. The old aunt nodded and said weakly.

The stewardess hurriedly got up and asked another stewardess who rushed to hear the news to guard the old aunt, and she quickly ran to Zhao Yuan's side and told her about it.

Hearing that someone was sick on the plane, of course Zhao Yuan couldn't sit idly by, unbuckled his seat belt, got up and followed the flight attendant to the back of the cabin. Yang Jingbo also followed, wanting to see if there was anything that could help.

"What's going on?" the passengers couldn't hold back their curiosity when they saw this scene, and they poked their heads out to look.

Someone in the know immediately replied: "Someone is sick, and the flight attendant asked Zhao Yuan and them to come over to help with treatment." ”

Hearing this, people suddenly realized that they had stood up and looked towards the back of the cabin.

Although they have watched a lot of news about Zhao Yuan competing with others in the past two days, it is not the same thing as seeing Zhao Yuan treat people with their own eyes. To be honest, they are all quite curious, is Zhao Yuan's medical skills as powerful as reported in the news?

The passenger who joked that Zhao Yuan was there before, and he was not afraid of anyone on the plane who was sick, was stunned.

"Damn, didn't I? Did I really get it right? When did my mouth become so effective? No, when I got off the plane, I had to buy a lottery ticket as soon as I got off the plane, and maybe I would win the jackpot!"

The companion glanced at him, and complained angrily: "The magic of the fart, you are just a crow's mouth, and you still buy lottery tickets, no matter how much you buy, you can't win!"

At the same time, Zhao Yuan and Yang Jingbo came to the old aunt's side.

Leaning over to check it, and after asking the old aunt how she felt, Yang Jingbo said with a solemn face: "Dizziness and nausea, irritability, flushed face but cold hands and feet, dark red tongue full of moss, and a smooth pulse...... The patient's condition is a bit serious, that is, it is detected early, and if it is a little later, the patient will have to faint!"

(End of chapter)