Westward Journey Starts Heaven Court Sign In 100,000 Years

Chapter 682 Old Fu’s Doubts

Entering at the door was an old man in his seventies with a very strong body.

Wearing a Chinese-style gown, he carried a small antique wooden medicine chest in his hand.

Behind him, followed by a beautiful girl in her early twenties, with a bulging waist, is definitely Fu Lao’s bodyguard and assistant.

The two of them walked in violently, and immediately went to see and treat patients.

Dean Yan turned his head and glanced, his face was suddenly happy, Mr. Fu is here!

Dang Even introduced to Bao Zhihua: “Mr. Bao, this is Mr. Fu.”

Bao Zhihua also stepped forward to shake hands, anxiously said: “Old Fu, please save the dog!”

He has heard of Fu Jishan’s name, and he knows its place in the medical world.

Absolute Chinese medicine master!

Today, when Western medicine is prevalent, it is certainly not ordinary to have such a status.

Lao Fu stretched out his hand and shook Bao Zhihua’s hand, and said in doubt: “Zhihua? Is the patient your son?”

“Old Fu, do you know me?”

“Of course,” Old Fu smiled, “The most famous patriotic businessman, Bao Zhihua, my hospital has received your donation.”

Bao Zhihua couldn’t help nodding, holding Fu Lao’s hand tightly again.

“Old Fu, you must save my son!”

Old Fu said solemnly: “Don’t worry, I will do my best.”

After speaking, he brought the assistant behind him into the ward.

A group of experts also gathered together, all wanting to see how Mr. Fu would heal.

Look at the smell and ask.

The most basic method of Chinese medicine, Fu Lao first looked at Bao Feiyang’s general situation.

Suddenly, it feels bad, this child… seems to have a black air entangled in his body.

Looming!

After that, he took the pulse again, and his face instantly became dignified.

“Zhihua, what is the birth date of the child?”

Old Fu asked, but what he asked was the birth date.

All the experts were stunned, and Monk Zhang Er couldn’t figure it out.

Isn’t it going to see a doctor?

Why do you still ask about the date of birth?

Bao Zhihua’s expression also changed, but he still answered.

People on Hong Kong Island and Tianyue still have a lot of belief in these superstitions.

Even Bao Zhihua is no exception. He would rather be trusted than others.

After listening to Bao Zhihua’s answer, Fu Lao was stunned for an instant.

It’s actually true!

The illness he had seen from ancient medical books was actually true!

“Xiantian is missing!”

Old Fu said in a deep voice, making everyone more puzzled again, what is going on?

“Old Fu…what does this mean?”

Bao Zhihua felt that these four words were very familiar, but he couldn’t remember it for a while, so he could only ask questions again.

However, he felt that his son’s condition should be very serious.

Even Lao Fu has no good way.

Lao Fu sighed softly and put the medicine box away.

He stood up and said, “This is what I saw in an ancient medical book that has been passed down for at least a thousand years.”

“Although it is a bit superstition, it is exactly the same as the situation in the book.”

“Xiantian is lacking, which means that the child is destined to get this…sickness in the mother’s womb.”

It is not accurate to say that it is a disease.

Because this already belongs to the category of numerology.

But these people don’t understand, so Fu Lao thinks it is more appropriate to refer to illnesses.

Bao Zhihua was stunned, and stood there blankly.

It took a long time before murmured: “Then…can it be cured?”

Lao Fu shook his head slightly, closed his eyes and said, “It’s difficult…The only way now is to use the most precious medicinal materials to extend his life.”

“Unless… find someone who can cure this disease.”

But such a person is unlikely to be found.

We must know that even Fu Lao himself knew about this disease only because he read that precious ancient medical book. Who else could understand this disease besides him?

Now young people have gone to study western medicine, and he couldn’t find a suitable successor.

Old Fu lightly patted Bao Zhihua on the shoulder, his face full of helplessness.

“Zhihua, with your financial resources, you can still survive the purchase of Heavenly and Mortal Treasures.”

Heavenly and Mortal Treasures can’t be found in the market now, unless there is a channel, and you have to have a personal connection.

Bao Zhihua is not lacking in both, and now he can only use this method to save Bao Feiyang’s life.

I saw Bao Zhihua nodded slightly, “Oh… God’s will is so…”

“I still have a century-old wild ginseng in my family. I hope I can hold on for a while.”

After saying this, his face became pale, and he seemed to be ten years old.

For a while, the whole ward was filled with sadness.

No doctor dared to question Mr. Fu’s words. Even though they were studying Western medicine, Mr. Fu’s words were a golden mouth and were recognized by the chief.

They are Western doctors, but they don’t have this treatment.

Bao Zhihua walked out of the hospital in despair, wanting to smoke a cigarette to clear up his sorrow.

But at the gate of the hospital, he saw a person.

Dongfang Yao!

A word suddenly exploded in his mind, Xiantian is lacking!

This young man said this too!

No wonder he feels so familiar.

Immediately Bao Zhihua squeezed out the cigarette and walked to Dongfang Yao with joy.

“This gentleman, please stay.”

Dongfang Yao stopped in his footsteps, and recognized the rich man driving a luxury off-road vehicle with only a glance.

“It’s you? Is something wrong?”

Bao Zhihua took out a shiny business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Dongfang Yao.

The tone was extremely sincere: “Please save my son, sir!”

“Today I heard you say that my son is Xiantian and there is a shortage, and the master of Chinese medicine, Fu Lao, said the same, but he can’t cure my son. Do you…is there a way?”

With a respectful expression on his face, he bowed and handed the card over again.

However, Dongfang Yao didn’t answer it.

Just listen to him lightly saying: “You also heard that Xiantian is lacking, so you should understand that Houtian can’t make up for it.”

Bao Zhihua felt a pain when he heard the words, but immediately caught the key.

“Basically can’t make it back, you mean, do you have a way?”

“Sir, please save my child!”

Dongfang Yao frowned, “There must be a way, but…why should I help you?”

If you decide to help him, then you will have to spend a lot of work, and it will consume a lot of time.

Bao Zhihua’s eyes lit up suddenly, there was a scene!

“I can first pay 50 million yuan as a deposit. As long as the husband can cure the dog, the husband of my family’s property can take it whatever he wants.”

“Money…” Dongfang Yao smacked his lips. “Money is second. You said your surname is Bao, but the accent is from Hong Kong Island?”

“Could you be Bao Zhihua, the patriotic businessman?”

He had heard of this man on TV before. He was not greedy for business, but had a kind heart.

Such a person deserves his own help.

Bao Zhihua froze for a moment, and hurriedly replied: “Yes, Bao Zhihua is me.”

He said, turning over the name side of the card.

Hong Kong Zhenhua Industrial, Bao Zhihua.

Dongfang Yao nodded lightly, no longer inking.

“Then go up and take a look.”