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"Don't go in a hurry, it's not too late to talk about it first."

Jiang Han pressed Li Yue's tender hand that was about to start.

"Take your hands away."

"What do you want to talk about?" Li Yue shakes away unhappily.

"You guys, you have long legs and beautiful people. It's a good one, but a bad temper is a flaw after all."

Jiang Han hugged his arms and sighed.

"My grandfather is waiting for your help." Li Yue turned his head away in sullenness.

When is it all, this guy is still daunting.

I really want to blow his head with a punch.

"Don't worry, he can't die."

"Let's talk about it first, one hundred million yuan for the consultation fee, can't be missed." Jiang Han offered the conditions.

"One billion?"

"Hey, are you too dark?" Li Yue shouted.

"Beauty, it's because of the face you helped my baby last time."

"If I change someone else, I won't be a bird of ten billion."

"A word, give it or not."

Jiang Han pulled the car door, ready to get off.

"Okay, I promise you!"

"However, you better be able to heal my grandfather, otherwise..."

Li Yue gave him a fierce look, kicked the accelerator, and the car ran away like a wild horse.

...

Dongzhou Li Residence is brightly lit.

The military guard at the door has long been replaced by a man in tunic.

They belonged to the Longguo Secret Service, each with a dragon badge hung on their chests, with a solemn look and fierce stranger.

In and out of Li's mansion, it is either rich or expensive.

There are also special envoys from the Longdu Supreme Cabinet Presbyterian Association, and generals from various war zones.

Any one of these people stomped, and Dongzhou would shake the mountain.

At this moment, a 60-year-old man in a black shirt is holding a big pass knife, guarding the entrance to the inner house.

The old man's name is Heibo, who was Li Hongqian's warrior back then.

After Li Honggan was disarmed and returned to the field, Heibo swore to follow him to the death and became the steward of the Li mansion.

With Heber guarding him, all the lords could only wait in the courtyard.

At this time, an old man in Tang suit with white beard and hair and a fairy style walked out from the inside.

"Mr. Zhang, how is Gong Li's condition?"

Ji Hanbo, the special envoy of the Presbyterian Church, hurriedly reported to the above, and couldn't help but dare to ask.

"Heibo, prepare for the funeral."

Zhang Qingsong shook his head and sighed.

"Hehe, are you worthy of being called a genius doctor?"

"You can't cure the disease, I think you are a good hand."

When the house was full of grief, Jiang Han walked in quickly.

"Who are you? How dare you humiliate Mr. Zhang."

Heibo had never seen Jiang Han and could not help but sternly reprimanded.

Everyone is also sternly facing each other.

Who didn't know that Zhang Qingsong was one of the four great geniuses of the Dragon Kingdom, with nine yang and thirteen needles in one hand, he could come back to life, and he could be called a living god.

Up and down in the Dragon Kingdom, who disrespectfully makes seven points?

This kid is so bold.

"Not a humiliation!"

"With me, you don't need to prepare for funeral affairs, just prepare 200 million consultation fees."

Looking at the wealth of the house, Jiang Han decided to sit down and raise the price.

Li Yue, who was on the side, flew directly and rolled his eyes.

It was said that it was 100 million, and it was doubled again.

This one is really black.

"young people!"

"Gong Li is cured, you are the hero of the Dragon Kingdom, 200 million is not a problem."

"If it can't be cured, just your rant, I promise you will not be able to make any progress in Long Country in the future."

A middle-aged man wearing a dragon emblem on his chest solemnly warned Jiang Han.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the lobby seemed to have entered a high-pressure gas field.

The audience was immediately silent, silent.

His name is Ji Hanbo.

It is the highest power of the Dragon Kingdom and the special envoy of the Cabinet Presbyterian Church.

It represents the supreme authority, and no one dares to touch its edge.

"It's easy to say, get ready for the medal."

Jiang Han didn't even give the special envoy a straight look.

Immediately, Li Yue raised his eyebrows: "Long-legged Li, lead the way."

Li Yue led Jiang Han into the inner room.

"Humph!"

"Yellow-haired boy, what a big tone!"

"I want to see, what are you crazy about!"

Zhang Qingsong slumped, his old face was a bit uncontrollable, and he flicked his sleeves and followed him in.

Ji Hanbo's face was even greener.

Waved the secret service elite under his hand.

Once Li Hongqian died of illness, Jiang Han must be taken to stand up to his prestige.

Otherwise, where is the dignity of the Presbyterian Church?

Inner room.

Li Hongqian was lying on a wicker chair, his face was like golden paper, his breath was intermittent, as if he was checkmate.

"Grandpa, Jiang Han is here, you must hold on to it."

Li Yue was sad, and tears fell immediately.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Li Honggan was still sober and greeted vaguely.

"Can't die, relax!"

Jiang Han's unruly words made everyone's tight heartstrings relax a bit.

"Li Gong's heart pulse has been broken, and vital functions such as his lungs have failed."

"The little friend laughs at the old man's incompetence, I don't know what tricks you can do?"

Zhang Qingsong asked in a cold voice.

"How did you treat it before?" Jiang Han asked with a smile.

"Naturally it is the ancestral Tai Chi Nine Yang Needle, and the Golden Needle is used to stop the acupuncture points and sustain life with qi."

Zhang Qingsong proudly stroked his beard.

He is still very confident of his ancestral knowledge.

There is no cure for diseases that he cannot cure.

"Calling you a quack, it seems you are dissatisfied."

"Okay, then I will also use Tai Chi Nine Yang Needle, and also come to a golden needle to regain life!"

Jiang Han decided to let Zhang Qing loosen his eyes.

What is science and technology is the primary productive force.

"Humph!"

Zhang Qingsong sneered secretly.

Not to mention, the Zhang family's needle technique is passed on from generation to generation, and only one person is passed on, and there is no possibility of leakage.

For Li Hongqian, his heart pulse was broken by internal force, his lungs were exhausted, and the gods were incurable.

He wanted to see how Jiang Han had rounded up the cowhide.

"Old man, I don't have a needle, can I borrow it for a while?"

Jiang Han was not polite, reaching out for a golden needle.

"good!"

Zhang Qingsong took out an ancestral golden needle from his shirt pocket.

Thirteen golden needles!

Extremely sharp, free of yin and yang!

Jiang Han looked at it, and there was a strong cyan energy floating on this needle.

It is known that this needle has been at least a hundred years old, and it has been spiritual, which can overcome illness and yin.

Cyan energy.

In the five elements, it represents merit, ancestral shadow, and blessing.

It shows that the Zhang family has practiced medicine for generations, and there are indeed countless living people.

"Good needle, boundless merit."

Jiang Han couldn't help but applaud.

"Wen Yan, extract the nine-yang 13-needle data!"

Holding the magic needle in his hand, Jiang Han issued instructions to Wen Yan with his mind.

Soon, Wen Yan sent information from the base.

A dilapidated, wormhole-covered ancient thread book flickered in the void.

When Jiang Han touched the needle, a bald old man suddenly appeared in his mind, holding a long needle in his hand to cure a disease.

The first needle: calcining yang to become yin.

Second stitch: One thousand turns and one thousand times.

...

Thirteenth needle: come back to life.

After the 13-needle drill, the bald old man suddenly disappeared.

Don't think about it, that must be the ancestor of the Zhang family.

The system can actually find images hundreds of years ago, and it is very likely that it came to the earth early.

Even with the birth of the earth, it has always existed.

The heart is severed.

Then play the ninth stitch of the three stitches, and then continue!

Acupuncture is only a means of treatment, and the living person has to look at the doctor's way.

Jiang Han transported enough energy and poured it into the golden needle.

Originally inherited for a hundred years, the divine needle in Jin Yi's sadness burst out with dazzling golden light.

"Good boy!"

Zhang Qingsong's eyes lit up and he gave a sincere compliment.

But this is nothing.

His granddaughter can already breathe acupuncture needles.

It can only be said that Jiang Han does have some accomplishments in medicine.