City: Counterattack from the villain

Seeing this scene, Xing Chuan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked:

"What is this?"

Dialect said with a smile:

"I extracted this from the essence of some traditional Chinese medicine. Both pills and medicinal liquid, you can understand it as traditional Chinese medicine."

While talking, Dialect put half of the small ball into the liquid medicine to soak, then shook it lightly, the pill turned into a liquid, and slowly merged with the liquid medicine.

Xing Chuan saw brown liquid in the cup, and asked curiously:
"Can this cure the old man's cold disease?"

Fang Yan nodded with a smile and said:
"Don't underestimate this liquid. The heat contained in it will neutralize the cold poison in the old man's body, but you have to make arrangements as soon as possible to take the old man away and send him to other places for recuperation. As I told you just now, this building Feng Shui has changed, the old man will be in danger if he stays!"

Xing Chuan frowned. In the current situation... If he wants to send the old man to another place, it will definitely require a lot of manpower and material resources, but he can't just watch the old man's illness getting worse, can he?
This dialect seems to be really capable, should we trust him?

Just when Xing Chuan was hesitating, Fang Yan had already started his own actions. He gently pried open the old man's mouth, and then poured the medicinal liquid he had prepared directly into it!

Just as Xing Chuan was about to stop it, he saw the old man's throat rolling. Obviously, the medicine had entered his stomach.

"This...Brother Fang, are you sure?"

Seeing Xing Chuan's nervous look, Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Trust me, just wait for about 10 minutes, and you will see the effect!"

Xing Chuan sighed and nodded slowly.

Forget it, just trust him once!

Ten minutes later, Xing Chuan, who was sitting on the stool beside the bed, suddenly saw the old man's hand slightly raised. Just when Xing Chuan thought it was an illusion, the old man's hand moved again!
It really works!

Dialect is sitting on the table in the room, with his back to Xing Chuan, eating breakfast.

"Don't worry, the first is the sensation of the hands and feet, then the awakening of the organs, and finally the complete clarity of the brain. The cold disease has eroded the body for too long, and the body needs a buffer time."

Hearing this, Xing Chuan nodded repeatedly, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

About 10 minutes later, the old man has opened his eyes!
"Where is this? Where's Xiaozhao?"

Xing Chuan immediately came to the old man when he heard the words, and grabbed the old man's hand. Although he was smiling, tears were streaming down his face.

"I'm Xiao Chuan! Grandpa! I'm the head of the family now, and my father is in the ancestral house! I've sent someone to pick him up!"

Hearing Xing Chuan's words, the old man immediately showed a satisfied smile!
"Okay! Okay! Xiaoyao finally understands! I can rest assured!"

Xing Chuan raised his hand to wipe his tears, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, Grandpa, you can still live for a long time! By the way, this is dialect of the genius doctor! He is the one who revived you!"

Dialect walked up slowly from behind, and asked with a smile:

"How is it? Old man, do you feel warmer on your body? Is your chest tight?"

The old man smiled and shook his head. After such a short period of time, his whole face turned out to be radiant!
"Young man, I, the old man, owe you this time!"

Fang Yan waved his hand with a smile and said:
"Old man, curing diseases and saving lives is the right thing to do, and Patriarch Xing gave me a lot of money, so I have to show my role, right?"

Mr. Xing suddenly smiled, pointed at the dialect with his fingers, and said:
"You young man is a bit interesting!"

The news of Mr. Xing's waking up, although the Xing family intended to block it, it still got out. The entire Xing family naturally has the eyes of many other families.

……

Shangri-La Hotel, in the original suite, Lin Moyuan was sitting on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone.

At this moment, a strange call came in suddenly, Lin Moyuan connected it immediately without even thinking about it.

"Hello? Young Master Lin, the old man has woken up."

Lin Moyuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said in a deep voice:
"How did the Xing family react or did they move?"

The person on the other side of the phone spoke very quickly:
"Not yet, but I heard that they are going to drag the old man to the ancestral house, as if to say that the Feng Shui in the central garden is not good! In addition, this dialect is really a bit capable, and the old man woke up in 10 minutes! "

Lin Moyuan felt a little strange, isn't this kid a genius doctor?Why do you still know Feng Shui?
Are you fooling people, or are you really accomplished?

However, these questions are still put in the back. First, the Xing family must have doubts about the dialect!
Lin Moyuan continued:
"Okay, then do as I say, you need to..."

After a while, Lin Moyuan hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone in his hand, Lin Moyuan picked up a plate of fruit, but he was thinking in his heart, how can dialect know Feng Shui?
If it's fake, forget it, but if it's true... I'm in trouble!

The knowledge of Fengshui can be said to be mysterious and mysterious, and there is no trace to follow. If you use Fengshui to deal with yourself, wouldn't you give up?
Forget it, let's take one step at a time!Let's teach dialect first, and see how terrifying the human heart is!
……

The Xing family has already started making preparations for sending the old man to the ancestral home for recuperation.

The ancestral house is in the suburbs of Gangdong City, where the first generation of the Xing family lived. It is a small coastal village. Although it is a village, it is different from the past. All the houses in this village are newly built villas. Generally, there are three floors, and the highest is four floors.

Xing Yao, the previous head of the Xing family, also came to the old man's side, and chatted with the old man for about half an hour, until the dialect knocked on the door and told Xing Yao that the old man needed to rest, and Xing Yao came out.

Now the attitude of the entire Xing family towards the dialect is like treating a state guest. After all, it was Xing Yao who cured the old man's cold illness.

But at this moment, a shocking news slowly began to spread among the Xing family.

This afternoon, a transporter who was in charge of moving the goods for the Xing family put on his hat, and when handing over the goods, he whispered to the Xing family who had a good relationship on weekdays:
"Brother, I heard that the genius doctor has a problem with his dialect!"

The Xing family in charge of managing the warehouse said with a smile:

"Brother, you can't talk nonsense, we all treat dialect as a Buddha here! You can easily be beaten for saying this!"

The driver who transported the goods lifted his hat and said in a deep voice:
"Brother, don't get me wrong. This dialect has done this kind of thing before. It is said that terminally ill people will recover immediately after taking his medicine, but ah..."