No. 1 rich family abandons young

Zhu Huahua was extremely angry.

First, the confession was rejected, and he was shown a look of affection.

Then the Ye Mingzhu, which cost 100 million yuan, turned out to be a plastic ball stuck together with glue, which cracked after being soaked in beer.

This inferior method of fraud made him dumbfounded.

The driver of the Song family stole the limelight of the barbecue parties initiated on his own initiative.

Now, this poor driver actually cursed his family members to be sick, and he was about to die of anger.

At this time, Shen Lang was very calm.

"At first, I didn't want to say it. One more thing is worse than one less thing. If I don't say it, the owner of this painting will not have much time, but if I say it, there is still a glimmer of life."

Shen Lang was not joking.

He is a descendant of the genius doctor, who inherited the mantle of Zhao Lingshu, the number one goddess doctor in China. Now that he has seen it, it is unreasonable to refuse to save him.

As long as the other party is not a vicious person, he can be saved.

"You're obviously playing tricks. Can you tell if you're sick just by a single line? Are you a magician?"

Zhu Huahua has seen too many swindlers. When they enter the door, they first say that you are sick, all kinds of bad news, and then throw out the method of salvation to gain benefits from it.

Shen Lang looked calm, and instead of looking at Zhu Huahua, he looked at the writing on the wall.

"Zhu Zhengkai, it should be your grandfather. It seems that your grandfather is seriously ill." Shen Lang looked at the signature and said to Zhu Huahua.

"This picture was indeed written by my grandfather. After retirement, he likes to write and draw pictures to cultivate his sentiments. My grandfather is still in good health. You are really going too far by cursing my grandfather!"

When Zhu Huahua was a child, his parents were too busy with work, and his grandfather almost brought him up, so he had a good relationship with his grandfather and listened to his grandfather very much.

At this moment, he couldn't stand hearing Shen Lang say that about grandpa.

If Shen Lang is a well-known doctor, he can still believe what he said, but what is Shen Lang?Liar or bludger?

"Your grandfather is really sick, and no one can save him except me in the whole province." Shen Lang said.

Shen Lang's tone did not increase, but there was a natural madness in his words.

Just crazy, just so domineering, a descendant of a genius doctor, qualified to be crazy.

"Why should I trust you? Even if my grandpa is a little sick, it's your guesswork. It's inevitable that you will have a little sickness when you get old. I've seen a lot of charlatan tricks like you!" Zhu Huahua still didn't believe it.

"Of course, when I practice medicine to save lives, I also have to ask for the patient's consent. If the patient doesn't want to be treated, I won't be overwhelmed with love." Shen Lang has his own set of principles.

In fact, as a descendant of a genius doctor, of course he has the qualifications to practice medicine.

This is a time-honored brand of Chinese medicine, which has been certified by the authority of the medical field. Because there are very few disciples in the school, and it never advertises, laymen don't know much about the genius doctor's school, Lianxintang.

At this time, Song Ci, who was standing aside, couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart.

She especially wanted to know, how did Shen Lang see that Grandpa Zhu was seriously ill through only one word?
"Shen Lang, can you explain? Do you know Feng Shui?" Song Ci was extremely curious.

"It's not related to Fengshui." Shen Lang replied: "It's just a word, and it doesn't affect Fengshui's aura at all."

This is not the same thing as Gu Yupei, the words written by living people are definitely not ghost weapons.

"So what is the reason?" Song Ci asked for advice.

"Look at the strokes in this picture, all the strokes are upward, which means that Mr. Zhu Zhengkai's writing strength is depressed, and his breath has been broken. This is a disease of rising hot phlegm and failure of clear orifices." Shen Lang asserted.

Song Ci couldn't understand it, but she thought it was awesome anyway.

"Excessive words are unreasonable. I have never heard that Guanzi can diagnose diseases. It is simply a monster!" Zhu Huahua strongly questioned.

"There are many things you haven't heard. In fact, the truth is not difficult to understand. Calligraphy, one of the representatives of Chinese culture, requires full dedication when writing. It is naturally related to people's health. Various information of the human body is naturally in it. It must be reflected and expressed in the work.”

Shen Lang's face was serious, without the slightest bit of ridicule, he treated medicine very rigorously.

Diagnosing diseases by viewing characters is not nonsense.

However, all kinds of information are not so obvious, nor can they be seen or captured casually.

And to be able to read and diagnose diseases is beyond human ability.

The prerequisites must be to be proficient in Yi Li, medical science, and calligraphy, as well as long-term experience and profound cultivation, as well as extraordinary intelligence and wisdom.

Song Ci looked admiring, nodded and said: "It's very well said, I understand, this is similar to observing people's complexion, but more profound."

"Zhu Huahua, I've already said this. If you don't want to treat your grandfather, I will never force you. But if you miss the best time for treatment, it will be a lifetime regret!"

Shen Lang has his own principles.

If the other party doesn't want to treat it, there is no way.

Song Ci turned to Zhu Huahua and said, "Huahua, you'd better think about it, I know Shen Lang well, he won't make such jokes."

"Xiao Ci, how could you believe his nonsense, you are obviously very assertive!" Zhu Huahua was very puzzled.

"For the sake of Grandpa Zhu's body, why not try it, just like what Shen Lang said, don't become your lifelong regret." Song Ci persuaded again.

"My grandpa is not sick at all. Besides, my family has a private doctor who will do check-ups every day. If grandpa's health is really in trouble, my family has a lot of famous doctors. If you just pull out one, it will be better than this kid. If I regret it, I will admit it on the spot. You are a grandfather!"

Zhu Huahua acted like he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

In this regard, Song Ci had no choice but to give up.

"Remember to find him if you need it."

After saying this, Song Ci left with Shen Lang.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving together, Zhu Huahua was furious.

"Steal my woman, curse my grandfather, and try to cheat me of money? There is no way!"

After seeing off all the friends in the circle, Zhu Huahua went to the back garden of the bungalow.

His grandfather, Zhu Zhengkai, usually lives here, and it is a place for recuperation.

Zhu Huahua sat down and drank tea with his grandfather.

"Grandpa, there was a liar just now, saying that you are seriously ill, and he is the only one who can cure you in the entire provincial capital. I can't wait to beat him up like this kind of charlatan!"

"What's even more ridiculous is that Xiaoci actually believed the nonsense of this magic stick."

"Grandpa, you said that this kind of popularity is not angry, bewitching Xiaoci, and even cursing you."

But at this time, Mr. Zhu Zhengkai's hand that had just picked up the teacup was shaking violently.

"Huahua, is there really such a person?"

"Don't worry about it. You can't believe a gangster who runs the train with his mouth full of words." Zhu Huahua shook his head.

But Mr. Zhu Zhengkai was puzzled.

He frowned, his face was wrinkled, and he was full of doubts.

"Did he say what disease I have?" Zhu Zhengkai asked with serious eyes.

"Grandpa, don't be afraid, that's a bastard who spews shit out of his mouth," Zhu Huahua said.

By this time, Zhu Zhengkai's face was still clouded with gloom.

"Huahua, there is actually something that I have never told you."