The strongest master of the female president

Chapter 144 Problems

The old Mu's house is not too big or small, except for the living room, there are two rooms, one is where old man Mu lives alone, and the other is where his daughter-in-law and grandson live.

When Ye Ming and Su Qingyun came to the hall, they found that the family was really poor, without a single valuable decoration, only some extremely old tables, wooden chairs and so on.

The middle-aged woman knocked on the wooden door on the left and said softly:
"Old man, someone has come and said they want to buy your ancestral calligraphy and painting."

Within ten seconds, the wooden door opened, and an old man in civilian clothes walked out from inside, squinting his eyes to look at Ye Ming and Su Qingyun in the living room.

"You really want to buy it?" the old man said in a low voice.

"That's right, if it is really a calligraphy and painting hundreds of years ago, I will buy it." Ye Ming replied forcefully.

"Okay then, come in and have a look."

The old man nodded, returned to his room, and opened the door.

When Ye Ming walked into the small room, he saw an old calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

The calligraphy and painting is a landscape painting, the mountain is neither high nor low, and the water flows slowly, it seems that there is nothing too outstanding.

Ye Ming then made a tactic with one hand, and then wiped it in front of his eyes.

"Spiritual eye technique!"

After performing the spirit technique, Ye Ming kept observing the landscape painting on the wall, and found that there was nothing strange, and there was no fluctuation of the spirit weapon.

"Am I wrong?"

Ye Ming couldn't help having such thoughts, and then his eyes suddenly found that the scroll of the landscape painting was a bit strange.

"what?"

After the magnification of the spiritual eye technique, the scroll part of the landscape painting is very new, as if it has not experienced the baptism of time.

Thinking of this, Ye Ming approached, pinched the scroll with his hands, and a trace of spiritual power poured into it.

With the influx of spiritual power, Ye Ming's pupils shrank, then quickly withdrew his right hand, turned around and said to the old man Mu:

"I want this calligraphy and painting, but I can only give you 90 yuan, and the remaining [-] yuan, I want to treat your grandson's illness as a reward."

"What? You want to treat my grandson? Are you sure? He has a kidney disease, and he can only survive with a new kidney transplant."

"Haha, it's all right, let me see, it should be fine."

In this way, under the suspicious eyes of old man Mu, they went to the opposite house.

Ye Ming sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the seven or eight-year-old child on the bed, thought about it, and began to feel his pulse.

After some diagnosis, Ye Ming determined that the other party's kidneys had shrunk due to long-term use of waste oil, pigments and other chronic toxins, so they had to be replaced, or there was some panacea that could remove the toxins in the kidneys.

"How? Can you really treat it? If not, please leave. We won't sell it if it's only [-]."

The old man said beside him, very skeptical.

After all, Ye Ming was too young to look like someone with any great abilities, so Mr. Mu had to be suspicious.

Ye Ming thought for a while, and answered like this:

"It's not difficult to cure your grandson's illness, but it will take half an hour. Now you wait outside for half an hour, and your grandson will be alive and kicking."

"Really?" Old man Mu was full of suspicion, and he didn't believe it.

Not just him, but everyone else too.

Su Qingyun was even more confused, when did Ye Ming become so good at medicine.

"I said, I can definitely cure it, and I invite you to go out."

"Ok."

With Ye Ming's stern insistence, old man Mu can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Soon, there was no one else in the room except Ye Ming and the unconscious boy.

If Ye Ming hadn't cultivated immortality, he really couldn't heal within half an hour, but now, with his spiritual power in the foundation building period, he can completely force out the toxicity in the opponent's kidney little by little.

So, Ye Ming helped the little boy up and leaned against the wall with his legs crossed, while he used his spiritual power to clean the boy's kidneys.

Time passed by like this little by little, and the people outside were waiting anxiously.

The old man Mu and the middle-aged woman walked back and forth outside the door, unable to stop for a moment.

For the only seedling in this family, Mr. Mu was always very worried.

His son died early, and if his grandson died too, the incense in Mu's family would be cut off. How could he not be in a hurry, otherwise he would not have thought of selling the calligraphy and paintings that have been passed down for hundreds of years.

As for Su Qingyun, he waited calmly, believing that Ye Ming would be able to do it.

Like this, half an hour later.

"Crack."

The door opened, and Ye Ming walked out calmly, and said:
"Okay, let's go in and have a look."

Elder Mu and the middle-aged woman who had been waiting impatiently walked into the room quickly.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a boy walking up and down on the bed alive and well, with a ruddy complexion, and he was no longer as pale and unconscious as before.

The middle-aged woman let out a cry of surprise, walked over to check carefully, and found that her child was really well.

After a few minutes.

Mu Lao retreated from the room, the joy on his face gradually faded.

Sighing, he returned to his room and took down the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Mr. Mu returned to the living room, and just passed this ancestral calligraphy and painting to Ye Ming.

And Ye Ming had already handed over the prepared 10 yuan to the other party, which should be able to make their family happy for a while.

After the deal was concluded, Ye Ming and Su Qingyun walked out of the family together.

His 10 yuan was obtained from the cash machine when he came here.

"Ye Ming, what do you want this old calligraphy and painting for? It doesn't seem to be of much value."

"Hahaha, I have my own plan."

Ye Ming laughed and said, his eyes showed surprise.

The reason why he worked so hard to obtain this landscape painting was that he realized that this calligraphy and painting was absolutely unusual.

Su Qingyun didn't understand, so she didn't ask any more questions, she was very virtuous and smart.

Afterwards, Ye Ming sent Su Qingyun back to the community, walked the streets alone, and finally went to the hotel to open an independent and quiet room.

He scanned the inside and outside of the room with his spiritual sense, and after confirming that there was no one there, he took out the old landscape calligraphy and painting.

Ye Ming took a deep breath, threw away the landscape calligraphy and painting, and then quickly made a formula with both hands.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three fiery fireballs were born suddenly, and quickly rushed towards the landscape calligraphy and painting.

In an instant, the old calligraphy and painting were burned to ashes, leaving only two black scrolls.

The painting scroll was completely black, about a foot long, like two identical wooden sticks.

Ye Ming sucked with one hand, took the two wooden sticks in his hand and looked at them carefully.

"This wooden stick can withstand the burning of the fireball, there must be a problem!"

Thinking so, Ye Ming bit his fingertips and dripped a few drops of blood on the two wooden sticks.

With the incorporation of blood, the wooden stick became smooth in an instant, and golden light spread throughout the room.

Ye Ming could feel the stick in his hand flying to the front.

He took a closer look and found that the two glowing wooden sticks were covered with cracks, as if they were about to break apart, revealing something!
(End of this chapter)