C21

As he walked up to the second floor, he could see a very eye-catching door. It was a yellow wooden door that looked very old. Zhu Ying Man took Zhong Hou and ran towards the door. Zhong Hou knew that the big figure of the Zhu Family lived inside this door.

He stood in front of the door for a long time, trying to listen, trying to catch the breath of the old man inside. After a long while, she raised her head in disappointment. Without any sound, her grandfather might have already fallen asleep. Then let's change the day. Zhu Yingxia was slightly disappointed. How she wished for Zhong Tao to make a diagnosis first. As long as he could cure her, that would mean hope. That would mean the inheritance would not be destroyed, and the Zhu family would not fall.

"Zhu Yingxia, you have just started walking when a voice suddenly came from inside. It sounded old yet had a different charm, like an old wine jar that had been buried for many years. Only after tasting it would one know the fragrance." Is he a hero? "If you have something to say, come in and take a seat. I haven't slept yet." The old man said.

Zhu Yingxia pushed the door open, and with a creaking sound, the lights inside immediately disappeared, and mercury instantly spilled out. Zhu Yingxia walked in and said a few words to the old man in a low voice before gesturing for Zhong Hou to come in. She then pulled Sun Linlin to her room.

It can't be? Left me alone? Zhong Hou was at a loss for what to do. This was a big shot, a big shot …

"Young man, are you prepared to stand outside the door and help me treat my illness?" The old man's words contained a hint of teasing. He didn't know why, but after hearing this, his spirits were greatly relaxed. He smiled in embarrassment and went in to close the door.

He looked very old and his face was pale, but his eyes were bright and full of life. He did not have the turbid look that an elder would normally have; on the contrary, he was very clear and had the wisdom to deal with matters of the world. The old man was also using this pair of wise and farsighted eyes to size up Zhong Tao. Their eyes met, and Zhong Hou dodged it with a single touch. The old man's eyes were too sharp, he wasn't a match for him.

The old man laughed and said: "You don't look like a genius doctor, but more like a shy little boy. You may not believe it, but I was very shy when I was young. " The old man then began to narrate his youth. After speaking for four or five minutes, Zhong Hou's mind finally relaxed. At this time, the old man frowned, as if he was in great pain.

Zhong Hou quickly took a step forward. Just now, when he examined the old man, he already knew the root of the old man's illness. However, knowing the crux of the problem was one thing, and wanting to resolve it wasn't an easy matter either. However, a simple massage was enough to resolve the pain. Zhong Hou's hand lightly massaged a few of the old man's important acupuncture points. The poison accumulated in his body and many of his organs were already damaged. Zhong Hou's massage only briefly stimulated these organs, allowing them to use their weapons to resist. If he wanted to achieve a complete reversal, he would have to weaken the poison.

This was the same thing as during the war. The human body was a battlefield, where wars were waged all the time, and every part of the body was fighting a war against the virus. If the virus accidentally entered his body, it would cause his body to be damaged and he would experience all sorts of symptoms. Chinese medicine and western medicine should be said in the direction of the same direction, is to fight the virus, the virus out of the body. However, western medicine is equivalent to sending out force to help drive the virus out of your organs; traditional Chinese medicine, on the other hand, not only helps drive the virus away, I also helped you to become stronger, allowing you to have a stronger resistance.

After massaging for a while, the old man's body suddenly felt much more relaxed, and the way he looked at Zhong Hou with a bit of curiosity. It had been so many years, and quite a few people had come to treat him, especially recently, many famous doctors, but most of them knew the symptoms and only prescribed a few prescriptions to alleviate them. For someone like Zhong Hou, who could only rely on massaging to make him feel more relaxed, there really wasn't anything special about it.

"How is it, is there any hope?" The tone of the old man's voice was light, as if the one being treated was not him, but a kitten or a puppy.

Zhong Hou didn't say anything. He just placed his hand on the old man's pulse. He needed to listen to the pulse before he could make his final decision.

Three minutes later, Zhong Hou had a rough idea of what was going on, so he asked the old man a few more specific questions. After he finished, Zhong Hou started to ponder. It could be said that the poison was present everywhere, and it could be said that the poison was already mixed with the blood. How could one extract the poison from the blood, or even a portion of it?

Fortunately, Zhong Hou possessed another strength that others did not have, his physique was cold and sinister. There were very few people who could live past eighteen years of age. However, Zhong Hou had practiced a few martial arts and was able to moderate his cold physique, which was why he was able to safely live past eighteen years of age. Besides causing trouble for others, this cold yin constitution also had one use. It could be used to treat illnesses. Even if it was Zhong Hou's ultimate technique, no one else would be able to learn it.

He used his Real Qi to remove the foreign matter from his body, and then used the Yin energy to lock it down. Then he used his Divine Needle to remove the foreign matter, and there was nowhere for it to hide. This was also useful for poison, so Zhong Hou was very confident at the beginning. Now that he completely understood the old man's illness, Zhong Hou was finally free to do whatever he wanted. He confidently said, "As long as you don't worry about letting me treat it, I guarantee that you will leave your bedridden life within a year."

"Is that true?" The old man's eyes immediately lit up. He had been lying in bed for more than twenty years and his condition had always been recurring. This time, it was the most serious case and he thought that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. It's truly a matter of life and death for me, the Zhu Family. What worries Elder Zhu the most are my own children and grandchildren. Without me, I'm afraid that they will be suppressed very soon. The second generation disciples were growing too slowly, they hadn't even been able to raise the flag of the Zhu Family yet.

"Don't worry, Elder Zhu." I never tell lies. " Zhong Pao had an honest and sincere expression, just by looking at his expression, one would believe him.

"That's good." Elder Zhu laughed heartily and said, "Little friend, then I will have to depend on you for this old bone of mine."

Hearing Elder Zhu's loud laughter, Zhu Yingxia's second uncle couldn't help but look up at them, his face revealing a trace of a strange expression.

The servants stuck their heads out curiously as well. Old Man Zhu was laughing, this wasn't possible. Although he had recovered slightly in the past two days, he was only barely hanging on the medicine. It was good enough that he was able to maintain his condition. Besides, if they were happy, they wouldn't be happy at night. The servants were puzzled.