Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Chen Wanli returned home, took a shower and changed his clothes. As soon as he calmed down, he received a text message from Zhang Xudong.

Brother Bao's forces were all gathered together by him, and he said that he would completely obey Chen Wanli's orders from now on.

Chen Wanli had a good impression of Zhang Xudong. He dared to go into the dragon's pond and tiger's den for his family, was able to stretch and bend, and had some brains.

But he was not interested in developing underground forces.

With the Book of Immortal Medicine in hand, the path Chen Wanli wants to take is the path of medicine.

It's just that he became suspicious about his parents, and he really needed some of his own people to help investigate.

After Chen Wanli pondered for a moment, he replied a text message to Zhang Xudong, fully investigating Chen Yaoyang.

As soon as these chores were settled, she received another call from Song Jiaojiao.

Song Siming recovered well and wanted to go home to recuperate, but the doctors did not dare to make a decision without Chen Wanli's permission.

It was time for Song Jiaojiao to receive treatment. Chen Wanli tidied up and went straight to the hospital.

Liu Haoran, who was supposed to fly back to the United States yesterday, was still in the hospital, squatting at the door of the intensive care unit, waiting for Chen Wanli.

When he saw Chen Wanli from a distance, he greeted him even more enthusiastically than Song Jiaojiao.

"Doctor Chen, you are really amazing. Mr. Song recovered very well and there is no recurrence in the data."

Chen Wanli said oh, but he was not surprised at all.

Fang Mingda also looked at Chen Wanli with admiration.

Song Siming was already awake. When he saw Chen Wanli walking in, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Chen, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness! Our Song family will always remember your kindness!"

"Ok!"

"Save people to the end. I really feel better. Let me get out of this hellish place! These instruments are making me restless day and night!"

Chen Wanli was very happy. He examined Song Siming with a smile and said, "Go back and recuperate! I'll make another prescription and take it for half a year!"

"Okay, Jiaojiao, arrange for me to go back now!" Song Siming said hurriedly.

When Song Jiaojiao heard Chen Wanli's words, she finally put her heart back in her stomach and nodded in agreement with her father.

"Your illness also needs to be treated!" Chen Wanli took a look at Song Jiaojiao's condition and shook his head slightly.

Song Jiaojiao's condition has obviously gotten worse these days because of Song Siming's incident.

"You go ahead and make arrangements! I will go with you to the Song family to give you acupuncture later!" Chen Wanli waved his hand.

After Song Jiaojiao left, Liu Haoran licked his face and squeezed to Chen Wanli: "Doctor Chen, I am impressed by your ability.

In order to fulfill the bet, I specially contacted top European and American experts to organize an exchange group to come to Nanbin to communicate with the masters of traditional Chinese medicine and rectify the name of traditional Chinese medicine. You must come then? "

"???" Chen Wanli rolled his eyes, I asked you to clear your name, why the hell did you set up a stage for me to sing by myself?

This guy looked like he was about to apply plaster. Chen Wanli was too lazy to say anything more and said casually: "Let's talk about it later!"

With the blessing of money, the private hospital was very fast and directly arranged an ambulance to send Song Siming back.

Chen Wanli followed him to the Song family.

After all, Song Siming was seriously ill. After a short period of trouble, he fell asleep from exhaustion.

Song Jiaojiao arranged for Song Siming, and stood in front of Chen Wanli with a blushing face: "Then, let's go to the room for treatment now?"

"Okay!" Chen Wanli nodded in agreement.

Speaking of which, Song Jiaojiao is a very beautiful woman, but because of depression, she always looks a little languid.

Her feminine and dazzling beauty gave her a sense of sadness.

It makes people feel pity and cannot bear to be blasphemed.

Until Song Jiaojiao lay on the bed, exposing her smooth and white back, and looked at Chen Wanli expectantly.

Chen Wanli cursed in his heart, who could bear the thought of a woman lying on her back with eyes full of expectation?

This thought just flashed through his mind, and he stopped thinking: "Then shall I start?"

"This time acupuncture is still just about improving sleep, right?" Song Jiaojiao asked.

"Well, wait until you fall asleep. I'll take you somewhere!" Chen Wanli thought for a while and said.

"Okay!" Song Jiaojiao closed her eyes.

Under Chen Wanli's acupuncture, Song Jiaojiao soon fell asleep.

In the living room of the Song family, Chen Wanli thought about it for a while, and needed medicine for his heart ailment.

Based on his current understanding of the Song family, Song Jiaojiao had at least one knot in her heart: the accumulated dissatisfaction of being forcefully controlled by her mother.

When it got dark, Chen Wanli silently circulated his inner energy and began to practice.

Until daybreak, he went upstairs and called Song Jiaojiao.

Although it was only four o'clock in the morning, Song Jiaojiao had slept for eight hours.

When she woke up, she felt in a good state of mind, which made her full of expectations for where Chen Wanli would take her.

At four o'clock in the morning, the streets were still brightly lit, but there was a unique sense of desolation before dawn.

Except for sanitation workers, there are not many pedestrians or vehicles on the road.

Except for the breakfast shop, which was billowing white smoke, all other shops had their doors closed.

When passing by the bar street, I saw a few drunk men who were hungover in the bar and ran wild on the street.

Song Jiaojiao lay on the car window and watched the whole journey: "Nanbin City is too deserted at four in the morning!"

“That’s another side of this city you haven’t seen yet!”

Chen Wanli smiled, stopped the car and bought a few buns at a breakfast shop, then continued driving quickly.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the largest fruit and vegetable wholesale market in Nanbin City.

Song Jiaojiao was stunned. At this time, the wholesale market was full of cars and people.

There are large trucks that have just arrived, minivans that are brought in by market owners, small box trucks that deliver goods to big hotels, and even tricycles that are used by small traders.

The moving workers, the shouting boss, the vendors who pay special attention when weighing.

The entrance to the market was so blocked that Chen Wanli's car could hardly move forward, and finally stopped at the corner.

"I didn't expect so many people to come in here!" Song Jiaojiao said in surprise.

Chen Wanli handed two steamed buns to Song Jiaojiao, took another bite of the steamed buns, and exhaled enthusiasm before saying, "You, rich girls, can't see this!"

"Did you see the grandfather and grandmother squatting over there?" Chen Wanli pointed to a few old people in a dark corner with bags in their hands and numb expressions.

"Ok?"

"What do you think they came for?"

"do not know!"

"They are waiting for the wholesale morning market to end, waiting to pick up rotten vegetable leaves!"

"..."

"Did you see that aunt?"

Song Jiaojiao looked along and saw an aunt in her forties who was missing an arm and was struggling to load a large bag of green leafy vegetables onto her tricycle.

"Look at that young man!"

"And the porter!"

"..."

Chen Wanli pointed at several people in succession. Every time Song Jiaojiao looked along, her eyes would pause.

"That year when I was on vacation in my senior year of high school, I had a friend whose father was a vegetable vendor. We talked about learning how to sell vegetables from him and doing work-study. He led us to sell vegetables for the whole holiday!"

"It was also that year that I understood a word!"

"All living beings suffer!"