"I just don't know if I have a chance to see my teacher..."

Liu Zhengguo, he is exploratory, carefully asked a question.

"My master's style?"

After hearing Liu Zhengguo ask about his master Ge Hong, Zhang Xiaofan turned his eyes and showed a smile on his face.

After a long time, the reason why Liu Zhengguo suddenly changed his mind and left himself behind was that he wanted to ask about his master.

But think about it, I'm already so good at medicine.

The master who was able to teach Chu his own medical skills, how terrible his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and the art of acupuncture and moxibustion was. It's totally unthinkable.

Of course, if Zhang Xiaofan tells Liu Zhengguo frankly.

If you say that your master is Ge Hong, the great master of the Danding sect in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, 1600 years ago, you may have to scare Liu Zhengguo out of his mind.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and laughed and said, "Dean Liu, I advise you to get rid of this unrealistic delusion as soon as possible."

"You know, my master is just like a wild crane. All his life, he has been wandering all over the world, and he has always been kind to others."

"Don't say you want to see my master. Even if I am an apprentice, it's more difficult to see my master."

"Moreover, even if it's ten thousand steps back, even if the master knows about it, he may not be willing to see you..."

"Yes... Yes... Yes..."

"I really take it for granted."

After hearing what Zhang Xiaofan said, Liu Zhengguo also clapped his forehead, and a smile of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Obviously, he felt some remorse for his previous rather rash request.

You know, a generation of TCM masters like Zhang Xiaofan is enough, which is rare.

If it is not a coincidence, it happens that their girlfriend is hospitalized in their hospital.

Otherwise, Liu Zhengguo may not be able to see Zhang Xiaofan all his life.

Even Zhang Xiaofan is so rare, let alone Zhang Xiaofan's master? Isn't it a fantasy

"Dean Liu, look at the golden sore medicine..."

However, in Liu Zhengguo's heart, just because he had made that rather rash request before, he was secretly repenting. Doctor song, who was beside him, reminded him without any trace.

"Ah? Ah... Ah

After hearing doctor song mention the "golden sore medicine", Liu Zhengguo was slightly stunned at first, and then a sudden color appeared on his face.

He set his eyes on the gauze wrapped around Qin Xiyan's forehead, and rubbed his hands in front of him, chatting and saying.

"Well, I heard that Mr. Zhang has a kind of acne medicine in your hand. I don't know how effective it is?"

"Medicine? That's it. It's no big deal... "

Seeing that Liu Zhengguo had been shut down by his master Ge Hong, he set his goal on the golden ulcer medicine he had in hand