Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 423
"I know how to do it."

"Big beauty, do you want me to save a fruit or a Luo Han Guo tree?" Ning Caichen said with a smile.

"It's a person, idiot, don't you allow others to call the name of the traditional Chinese medicine?" Guo Jingjing said coquettishly.

The Gulf War was 20 years ago.

The king of soldiers who was popular in the Middle East back then is already in his 50s, but now he looks about 80 or [-] years old, his face is wrinkled and ashen, and he looks like a dying person.

A generation of soldier kings now lives in the bullpen.

Sitting cross-legged on straw.

The legs and one hand were black and smelled disgusting, the skin was rotting, the muscles were necrotic, and only one hand could move normally.

A puff of steam emerged from behind, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Arhat fruit exercise suppressed the injuries on his body, with a painful expression on his face.

Wow!
Luo Han Guo spat out a mouthful of blood and muttered to himself: "I can live for a month at most, I am not willing, Feng Sha, you won."

Luo Han Guo's eyes showed despair and unwillingness, but for a dying person, no matter how much resentment he has, it will disappear with death.

The light at the door was blocked, and two young people appeared, a man and a woman. The woman looked stunning, heavenly, noble and elegant. The man seemed to be a little boy with a simple and honest temperament. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like an ordinary country boy.

"Who are you?" Luo Han Guo asked in surprise.

"Senior Luo, I invited a doctor to treat you today." Guo Jingjing looked at Luo Han Guo respectfully.

"Mayor, it turned out to be you. Don't worry, thank you for your concern. I know my illness myself, and there is no cure." Luo Han Guo said with a sigh.

"The doctor I brought is the most famous genius doctor in Tianfu County, and he will definitely be able to cure your illness." Guo Jingjing said.

"This is the doctor you brought? A doctor from Harvard University?" Luo Han Guo casually glanced at Ning Caichen.

"I am a Chinese medicine practitioner, not a school of returnees." Ning Caichen said.

"At such a young age, if it is Western medicine, it can relieve my pain, but it is absolutely impossible to cure it well. If it is Chinese medicine, you are so young, what experience do you have?" Luo Han Guo said with a wry smile.

The older the Chinese medicine, the more popular it is. This is well known to Chinese people. Young people in their twenties are still apprentices in the eyes of everyone.

"You underestimate my medical skills?" Ning Caichen said displeased.

"When you are still young, you can cure any disease, and go back and forth wherever you go." Luo Han Guo didn't believe in Ning Caichen at all, thinking that Ning Caichen was only bragging after Guo Jingjing. Start to toss with inexperienced young people.

Luo Han Guo looked down on Ning Caichen, which made Ning Caichen very unhappy. After all, a doctor who has always been respected by everyone is really very angry when he is so underestimated.

"Your left leg was broken when you were eight years old, and you didn't have time to treat it. It left hidden dangers. It was nothing. , resulting in poor luck, muscle necrosis in both legs, and right hand receiving the move, was corroded by the Yinfeng palm, which also caused muscle necrosis, and now the Yinfeng invaded the heart, and he could live for a month at most." Ning Caichen said calmly.

"How do you know?" Luo Han Guo looked at Ning Caichen in horror. Only he knew about these illnesses, and no one knew about them.

"If it wasn't supported by the hatred in your heart, you would have died long ago. I know about your illness, haven't you heard of traditional Chinese medicine?" Ning Caichen said coldly.

(End of this chapter)