Chapter 401

After a long time, Tian Shuxin seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked: "since words can make people feel the realm of it, surely Lin Xiaoyou can do it, too?"

Lin Chengfei nodded slightly: "indeed, the artistic conception of poetry has such an effect."

"It's true Tian Shuxin was overjoyed by the speech: "I always thought that what you said just now was just an exaggeration. I didn't expect that it could be done. Lin Xiaoyou, can you show us how to treat a patient here?"

The rest of the young people who came to the exchange conference were envious and envious. Lin Chengfei, from today on, everyone in the whole Chinese cultural circle should know, right?

However, they are not unwilling to be unconvinced at all. Other people's skills are there. Who is unconvinced can win others in the realm first!

They deeply regret why they didn't concentrate on painting and calligraphy before? Otherwise, now they can also take this opportunity to become famous all over the world and become popular among thousands of girls!

Looking at Tian Shuxin and the eager eyes of a group of people, Lin Chengfei couldn't bear to refuse. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "OK!"

Tian Shuxin took Lin Chengfei back to the rostrum, picked up the microphone again, and said excitedly: "fellow students, let me tell you a good news. Our Lin Chengfei and Lin Xiaoyou are not only excellent in calligraphy and painting, but also outstanding in medical skills. His medical skills are very special. Just using calligraphy and poetry, we can treat people's diseases. It's a golden opportunity. Who is your friend If you don't feel well, you can come here and line up. Lin Xiaoyou will treat you one by one. "

Wow

A group of people almost all poured in.

However, in front of Tian Shuxin, they did not dare to be presumptuous and lined up one by one.

They don't believe in Lin Chengfei very much. They just want to prove for themselves whether calligraphy and painting can really cure diseases. If they can, Lin Chengfei can do it. They work hard and naturally can.

The first patient was a young man in his twenties. His face was ruddy and he looked very healthy in casual clothes.

In fact, he is also very healthy.

Lin Chengfei just casually looked at his face and said, "you're not sick. Next."

"How do you know I'm not sick?" the young man asked? You don't think I'm young, but actually I have a lot of problems. "

Lin Chengfei waved his hand and said, "you can go to the hospital for examination."

"Of course not." Lin Chengfei explained: "because you are not ill, but I have nothing to say. You can go to the hospital to have a check, and then you are willing to rest assured?"

"I'm not sure?"

"Quite sure!"

The young man's face was full of surprise: "Gee, you are really amazing. A week ago, I just went to the hospital for a general examination, and I really didn't get sick."

Lin Chengfei smiles and ushers in a second person. He is a middle-aged man with a firm expression. He purses his lips tightly and doesn't seem to like talking very much.

He bent over and walked slowly, one foot at a time, ten meters away, for a long time.

"Lin Chengfei, right? Can you really cure any disease? " Asked the middle-aged man.

Lin Chengfei shook his head slightly: "at least, your illness is not a problem!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and looked at Lin Chengfei in horror: "you Do you see that? "

"There's something wrong with my legs. I feel heavy on my back. I seem to be carrying a person all the time, right?" Lin Chengfei asked.

"How do you know?" The middle-aged man was as like as two peas. He thought he had acted like a normal man. He had not been able to see Lin Chengfei.

There is something wrong with his leg. When it's windy, rainy and cloudy, he will feel unbearable pain.

If the leg disease is still within the range of normal people's understanding, the heaviness of the back is beyond people's understanding.

Obviously nothing, but it seems to be carrying a person at any time, and sometimes there are bursts of air conditioning on his face.

He went to the hospital, but the doctor told him to go directly to the psychiatric department.

Doesn't that mean he's insane? When he was angry, he beat up the doctor.

Now that Lin Chengfei can accurately tell his illness, does it mean that Is there any cure for this disease? Can he recover?

Lin Chengfei looked at him playfully: "what does my brother do?"

"This..." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, looking at the crowd around him, some embarrassed to say.

"I don't know. I don't have the rule of law." Lin Chengfei said again.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "archaeology, I do archaeology."

"Unofficial archaeology, right?" Lin Chengfei said lightly.

Unofficial archaeology is a very respectable way to say, easy to understand, he is a tomb robber.

Grave robbers always live in ancient tombs, and inevitably they will be contaminated with some unclean things.He's haunted by ghosts now.

Leg pain is due to being eroded by ghost Qi in the leg and feeling heavy in the back That's because the unclean thing is lying on his back.

As soon as the middle-aged man's expression changed, he kept a close eye on Lin Chengfei. After confirming that he had no malice, he nodded and said, "good!"

"Don't do it in the future, or something will happen sooner or later." Lin Chengfei reminds a, immerse oneself in to pick up a pen, write a poem, hand over middle-aged person.

Everyone looks at the middle-aged man. Since he can see the disease, the next step is to see how his treatment effect is.

As a result, the middle-aged man looked down at the small note and saw a few lines of small words written on it.

"Nanpu sad farewell, west wind curling autumn."

"When you look at your intestines, don't look back."

The poem "farewell to Nanpu" written by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty has no particularly gorgeous rhetoric, but only says that in Nanpu, there is a desolate and sad difference, and the autumn wind is bleak and gloomy. If you look back once, you will be heartbroken. Leave well, and don't look back again.

Farewell poems.

It's just that what he wrote from Lin Chengfei's hand at this time is not a person.

It's the thing on the back of middle-aged people. Tqr1

the middle-aged people only feel a kind of warm air, which immediately envelops their legs. The pain almost disappears in an instant.

The heaviness of the back was gone, and the whole body was relaxed.

Since the next special tomb, he did not know how long he had not experienced this feeling.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Chengfei gratefully, bowed deeply and said: "it's really amazing. Today, I know for the first time that the combination of poetry and calligraphy can really cure diseases. I quit my job and concentrate on calligraphy and painting. I hope you can give me more advice."

"Are you from southern Jiangsu?" Lin Chengfei asked suspiciously. Listening to his accent, he didn't seem to be from southern Jiangsu.