Chapter 4805

"Remember what I said before, if you, Chen Zhonghu, have the ability to cure, just do it!"

"I, Zhang Xiaofan, can guarantee that I won't intervene during the period of Chen Zhonghu's treatment, and I won't take the initiative to ask you for trouble or anything!"

"Of course, if you can't cure it, please come to me as soon as possible. Otherwise, I don't guarantee that Chen Qidong will have any problems later."

After abandoning this sentence, Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to talk to Chen Zhonghu any more. He clapped his hands and left with Shao Wenqiang, Shao Wenhua brothers and the elite of Jiulong gang.

"Chen Qidong, how are you feeling now? Are you ok?"

After seeing Zhang Xiaofan leave Chen's villa, Chen Zhonghu who is paralyzed on the ground is relieved.

But then he saw Chen Qidong's limbs start to be unconscious and constantly twitching. His mind was tight, and he hurried up again, intending to check Chen Qidong's injury.

In fact, the reason why Chen Zhonghu said in front of Zhang Xiaofan that his medical skills were several times better than martial arts skills was not for his own face.

As Chen Zhonghu said earlier, the imperial capital Chen Jiazhi is able to stand aloof in the hidden dragon and crouching tiger, and the imperial capital Peiping, where experts emerge in endlessly, although it also has a certain relationship with martial arts.

However, what really made their imperial capital Chen family respected and admired was not martial arts, but the Chen family's attainments and unique knowledge in medical science.

That's why Chen's Pharmaceutical Group, as a foreign enterprise, is able to share the world with Chu's Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., which is the "local snake" and has the same status.

Moreover, Chen's Pharmaceutical Group is one of the largest pharmaceutical groups in China and even Southeast Asia.

However, the reason why they are so powerful is that they are closely related to the Chen family, a century old medical family.

"Pain..."

"I'm in pain..."

"Uncle Zhong, I'm... I'm really in pain now. I feel like I'm going to die soon..."

Seeing that Chen Zhonghu came to check his injury, Chen Qidong opened his eyes with great effort. He grabbed Chen Zhonghu's arm with one hand and his neck with the other.

"Chen Qidong, please bear with me. I'll help you check the injury!"

Seeing Chen Qidong's painful appearance, Chen Zhonghu did not dare to neglect him. He quickly stretched out his index finger, pressed his middle finger on his pulse and felt his pulse quietly.

After a while——

"This... How can this be?"

After the pulse examination, Chen Zhonghu's old face also became overcast and sunny. For a moment, he twisted his eyebrows to meditate, and for a moment, he looked relaxed.

Finally, he reached for his goatee and did not say a word for a long time.

"Uncle Chung..."

"I... what's the matter with me now?"

"I... am I saved or not?"

"Zhang Xiaofan... Zhang Xiaofan, how hard he has done to me..."

Chen Qidong was lying on the ground, his hands tightly covering his chest. He gasped for breath with a big mouth. His face was in pain. He asked anxiously.