As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

A group of people rushed to Li Jingqi's house and found that Li Jingqi's house was already full of people. Many old people looked at the foreigners in the courtyard and couldn't help but whisper.

"It must be polio, and it's actually cured."

"No, it's definitely not polio. He's coming in a wheelchair. He must have cerebral palsy."

"Is it cerebral palsy? How did I hear it was a genetic disease?"

"How could it be a hereditary disease? Didn't you see that the child's parents are there? Why are his parents so healthy with a hereditary disease?"

"Isn't that..." The villagers couldn't help but look like they were eating melons. They all said that foreigners are very messy. It seems to be true. I don't know how foreigners call them cuckolds.

Everyone looked at Tony's father with sympathy.

Li Zhao and the others ate a big mouthful of melon and looked towards the yard. They saw a skinny child, excited and clumsy, moving slowly. A foreign couple kept shouting encouragement, come on, let's go again. Step by step, you can do it.

The conflict was a bit different from what they imagined, but were there still patients in the village? Zhen Jianian looked at Li Zhao. At this moment, Li Zhao remembered that there was no patient. He almost forgot about the few foreigners that Master Feng took away yesterday. They were really insignificant people and he didn't care about them at all.

How come this child was also cured?

The child looked like a wanderer in a refugee camp. His legs that looked like skeletons were trembling as he moved forward, one step at a time. He looked at his parents in surprise.

"Mom, dad, icangoon, i..." Tony said excitedly.

Tony's mother threw herself into the arms of Tony's father and cried loudly. Tony's father hugged his wife and kept crossing himself on his chest. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Their God did not protect them. It was the gods of China and the Chinese doctors who saved them. son.

Let them see that there are still miracles in this world. As long as Tony takes supplementary nutrition, he can be no different from a normal child. He can go to school, play football, and enjoy life.

Tony's father looked at the Mountain God Mountain with great respect. It was really a great god, a great country, and a great doctor.

James was holding on to the live broadcast, which had become hot all night. He kept exclaiming, "Hey, boss, have you seen it? He stood up, really stood up. Chinese medicine in China is amazing, isn't this?" Witchcraft, this is the great history of medicine, it should be seen by the world, and it should be allowed to be worshiped and studied by the world."

Smith turned off the sound directly, not wanting to listen to James's roar. He looked intently at Tony who was walking slowly. They just arrived yesterday and they can walk underground today. Tony's ALS is the highest level confirmed by several medical schools. , on your feet in just one night.

Smith's hand grabbed the sofa with some excitement, one step, two steps, three steps...

Every step went into Smith's heart. He dialed the indoor landline on the table. It took a while for the phone to connect, and a faint voice came from inside, "dad?"

"Harry, are you looking forward to a long trip?"

Hali was silent on the phone for a long time, "Dad, I don't really want to go out."

Hali was not ill since he was born. He was suddenly discovered to have this disease when he was four years old. From that time on, Hali refused to be diplomatic and refused to go out to face everything. Even if he was asked to travel, he could not do it.

"No, Harry, you should be looking forward to this trip. Do you remember your friend Tony?"

"Ok!"

"I'll show you a video, and then you decide whether you want to go out with me, okay?" Smith hung up the phone and quickly sent the video that James sent him.

At the same time, he made his request to the housekeeper and called Jinghe.

"Sorry, Quan, I think you should have rested at such a late hour, but I can't wait. Quan, take us back to your home to see the great doctor. As long as she can cure Hali, no matter what she asks, I will agree to it."

Jing He had long known that Smith would get the answer he wanted, but he didn't expect him to be so impatient. Now it was one o'clock in the middle of the night, with a seven-hour time difference, and he couldn't help but call Jing He himself.

Jing He smiled proudly. No one can refuse Master Feng's healing ability. Money can buy everything in the world, but health, which treats everyone equally.

When you have it, you don’t cherish it; when you lose it, you will try your best to get it back at any cost.

"Mr. Smith, Master Feng is a kind man. I have been waiting for your words for a long time. I will rush to the manor immediately." Jing He glanced at the suitcase in his room. He had been waiting for this moment. long time.

"No, you wait for me in your apartment, and I'll send someone to pick you up later!" Smith couldn't help but refuse, and hung up the phone after saying that.

The butler who had received his order immediately rushed to Smith's side, "Sir!"

"I packed up all the Chinese antiques in the collection room, no, all the antiques!"

When Butler Smith heard what Smith said, he immediately expressed his intention to go down and prepare. Smith didn't even need to say anything. He already understood what Smith was going to do. As a qualified butler, he immediately arranged the group's itinerary.

Jinghe couldn't fall asleep in the apartment. He took a look at the airport flights. The latest flight to China was at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was not a direct flight to Nanhua City. He flew to Hong Kong City and then transferred there.

I don’t know if Ha Li can handle the more than twenty hours of travel, but for the sake of health, he still needs to endure the necessary hardships.

He might be able to rest a little longer. Smith's person to pick him up would probably not arrive until five or six o'clock. During this period, he would have to recharge his batteries in order to deal with Smith's huge group of followers.

As long as the Smiths and his son's illness is cured, there will be a steady stream of patients from abroad pouring into the country. There is no need to exchange things themselves. They will take the initiative to offer Chinese antiques with both hands.

Jing and Heyi were lying on the bed, already imagining the scene where greeting guests would come from all directions soon.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Jinghe woke up. Who was it? He took out the pistol from under his pillow and cautiously walked to the door.

"Mr. Quan, Mr. Smith's butler William is looking for you." He Zhengxin whispered at the door.

How much time has passed? Smith's butler is here? So fast?

Jinghe confirmed that it was indeed He Zhengxin and William at the door, put the gun back to its original position, and opened the door, "Sorry, William, I was resting just now. Do you think you will decide to leave tomorrow? Why is it so early? You know the earliest flight .”

William bowed a gentleman's salute to Jinghe, "Sorry sir, my husband can't wait for a moment and can't wait to go to your house. If it's convenient, we will leave now. As for the itinerary you mentioned, you don't need to think about it. We will do it ourselves." There are arrangements.”

Jing He and He Zhengxin looked at each other, are rich people so arrogant? Do they have their own private jet? But can a private jet fly such a long distance?

Jing He has also learned about private jets in his living environment. Private jets are fine for short distances, but may not be an ideal means of transportation for long distances on international routes.