"Mr. Sun, it's not that I, Chen Zhonghu, don't want to help you with this disease. It's just that I can't help you with this disease."
After looking, smelling, asking and cutting for Chen Zhengsheng, Chen Zhonghu sighed deeply and said.
"How is that possible?"
"Elder Chen is master of the technique of acupuncture and moxibustion, which can kill the dead. Is there any other disease that can defeat elder Chen?"
After hearing Chen Zhonghu say that he can't help himself with this disease, Chen Zhengsheng also has a deep expression of disbelief.
"Ha ha..."
"Ask, in the world, in addition to those barefoot doctors, charlatans, who can say that they can cure all diseases?"
"Even Sun Simiao, the God of medicine, and famous doctors like Hua Tuo, dare not guarantee that they will be able to cure all kinds of diseases in the world?"
At this point, Chen Zhonghu tone slightly a meal, followed by a turn of the conversation, and then, the way.
"What's more, what you're suffering from is not a disease at all. It's just the Zhang who planted some real vitality in your body on purpose."
"Moreover, not only have you ever been hit by this move, but also master Qidong has been tortured by it."
"In the end, young master Qidong had no choice, so he put down his face and went to the door to ask Zhang Xiaofan."
"What's more, it's not just young master Qidong who has lost his face."
"He even paid a great price. Just now, Zhang Xiaofan reluctantly expelled zhenyuanqi from master Qidong's body!"
Although it has been a long time since this incident happened, Chen Zhonghu always feels a kind of unspeakable suffocation in his heart when he looks back on it.
Because when Chen Qidong came to ask Zhang Xiaofan for help, it was already representative that Chen Zhonghu was inferior to others in TCM.
"Ah? Ah... Ah
"Looking for Zhang Xiaofan? I can't... it's absolutely impossible. I can't go to find Zhang Xiaofan in any case! "
Every time I think of Zhang Xiaofan's face, Chen Zhengsheng is really angry in his heart and wants to take a bite.
However, Chen Zhengsheng's fear of Zhang Xiaofan is self-evident among his colleagues who hate Zhang Xiaofan so much. It can really be said that the talk has turned pale and has been abused.
At present, his two legs injured by Zhang Xiaofan have been abandoned, not to say, even a finger has been explained.
I have to say that my situation at this moment is really too miserable, too sad.
However, all this is also caused by Zhang Xiaofan!
"Then there's no way..."
Seeing that Chen Zhengsheng is not willing to bow his head to ask Zhang Xiaofan for mercy, Chen Qidong jumps out again at this time.
He took off his waistband, took off his trousers, and let Chen Zhengsheng have a good look at the shocking scars on his thighs.
"Chen Zhengsheng, do you see clearly now?"
"The man surnamed Zhang is very vicious and vicious."
"To tell you the truth, I don't know how he did all this in the first place until now."
"In a word, if you have any change, these real air masses will explode directly!"