Chapter 117

"Do you want to go up now?" Idly lifted the big package of gifts in her hand in front of Liu Yan and asked with a smile.

Liu Yan looked at him angrily and said angrily, "you have come down, but what am I doing up?"

But in a flash, she glanced at the pride on her wasted face, but she was angry again. She hummed heavily, deliberately grabbed the big bag of gifts and wanted to go: "but now I've changed my mind. I want to see the sister Zeng Rou and tell her what kind of person we are."

"Ah?" The wasted face suddenly became bitter. It was really a flirt. Instead, it was forced.

Seeing the bitterness on her wasted face, Liu Yan couldn't help laughing: "well, I'm teasing you. Get in the car and I'll take you to a place."

"Where are you going?" Idly took Liu Yan's stuff in his hand, but he asked with surprise.

"I'm ok. Didn't you promise Zhou Shiheng to go to his house? So when he came out of prison, he asked you to come today. Otherwise, you thought I was willing to come and disturb you and... "Liu yanlue said with some bitterness, but her steps had gone out.

Wasted a little stunned, and then there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

He was worried about how to get Zheng Hongyu's medical expenses in the future. Now Zhou Shiheng invited him, which gave him a chance.

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The villa near the sea is very wide in front, with a distance of hundreds of meters reserved, but it is all built of bluestone. In the offshore area, it is built into a fence with good solid wood. The waves come and surge on the bluestone, giving people a sense of surging.

Between the sea and the villa, hundreds of meters away, a not small square is built, which highlights the extraordinary status of the villa.

Go straight up the steps from the square to the villa, and you are facing Zhou Shiheng's villa door. It can be said that the villa is flat. In particular, the villa is built with great momentum. People can feel that there is a momentum here at a glance.

Waste gently shook his head and sighed: "it's really rich and powerful. I'm afraid there will be no less than tens of millions in this villa alone. I really have strength!"

Up the steps, I saw Zhou Shiheng who had been there earlier.

As soon as he saw that vanity came hand in hand with Liu Yan, he quickly greeted him with a smile: "master, Zhou has been looking forward to it for a long time. Now he has entrusted Xiao Yan's blessing to look forward to you."

These words are slightly funny, but they don't make people feel frivolous. Instead, they show a kind of kindness, and vaguely boast that Liu Yan has face in her wasted mind.

However, he quickly said with a smile: "I'm a little ashamed of myself for what Mr. Zhou said, and I feel guilty in my heart."

Now it's Zhou Shiheng's private invitation, so there's no need to hide his identity and call him a poor monk.

"Come on, come inside, please." Zhou Shiheng was stunned, but then he smiled. He directly led the wasted hand, threw a smile at Liu Yan, and walked into the villa.

"Master, have a cup of tea and have a rest. Later, please help me identify my collections." Zhou Shiheng led the waste to the hall, where a beautiful woman had cooked the water and was making tea.

The fragrance of tea is very strong. Before drinking, I feel comfortable all over. Obviously, this tea is very valuable.

Idly sniffed, but asked with a touch of doubt: "Mr. Zhou, expert Hu himself is an expert in the collection industry. In terms of identification, he is much more powerful than the poor monk. Don't you just ask him to help identify?"

Zhou Shiheng smiled gently and shook his head gently: "master waste, drink tea first. After a while, you will understand when you see my collection."

"Oh?" Idleness looked at Zhou Shiheng in surprise, but he was more curious when he saw the mystery on his face.

Just wanted to know what was going on, but an old man dressed in smart clothes hurried in and whispered a few words in Zhou Shiheng's ear.

Zhou Shiheng's eyebrows immediately frowned tightly, and there was a look of worry between his eyebrows.

Although their voices were very small, it was not difficult for waste to hear them.

"Zhou Shiheng's mother has a persistent headache?" He whispered to himself in his heart, but his eyes lit up slowly.

I'm still thinking about how to find a chance to make some money. Now it seems that this opportunity has come.

But in vain, he knew that it was two concepts to take the initiative to send it to the door and invite others, so he pretended not to hear, but still tasted fragrant tea with the same complexion.

"Master, my mother is a little uncomfortable at the moment. I have to deal with it. Please forgive me." Zhou Shiheng said politely, looking at the waste with a touch of deep apology.

"Benefactor Zhou, you're welcome." Idly put down the tea cup, but he smiled gently: "benefactor Zhou, why don't I go over with you?"

Zhou Shiheng was stunned, but then he thought of the magical scene of wasting in prison. His eyes immediately lit up and hurriedly made a gesture of invitation towards wasting: "look at my memory, but I forget that the master is a master of medical ethics. Please quickly."

"No, no, benefactor Zhou, please first." Idly watching, he finally remembered that he had a set in medicine, and immediately smiled more and more modest.

The front hall is not far from the backyard, but such a distance is enough to waste looking for the pills in the memory of previous lives.

Moreover, although it is difficult for others to treat the stubborn disease of headache, it is not difficult for the waste who is proficient in Dandao, but he wants to find the most economical way.

In his slow thinking, several people have walked into the backyard.

"It hurts me!" Zhou Shiheng's mother is half leaning by the bed at the moment. Her face is full of pain. She holds the center of her eyebrows hard to relieve the sharp pain of her desire to crack, but this method can't play any role at all.

"Mom, I invited master waste to help you see your illness." Zhou Shiheng looked at his mother's painful expression, his eyebrows immediately condensed tightly, took a direct step, and stood on his mother's side full of worry.

"Oh?" The old lady raised her head in surprise, but saw that waste was just a 20-year-old young man. The hope just ignited in her eyes suddenly extinguished: "how can he cure those diseases that can't be cured by the authority of traditional Chinese medicine when he is so young?"

Zhou Shiheng's face immediately showed a touch of embarrassment, smiled at the wasted apology, and then turned to his mother: "Mom, anyway, you've seen many doctors. It's better to let the wasted master see it again."

The old lady wanted to refuse, but when she saw her son's expression, she finally nodded slowly and said reluctantly, "that's all right."

For the old lady's distrust, the waste was indifferent. With a smile, he exposed the past, and then asked lightly, "old man, your headache should have been more than 40 years, and it's the root of the disease left in the month, right?"

"Ah?" The old lady was immediately shocked. For a long time, she looked at Zhou Shiheng in surprise: "did you tell him all this?"

"I didn't say that." Zhou Shiheng looked stunned, and there was a fine flash in his eyes.

When the old lady saw her son's expression, she knew that he had not made a fake. The shock on her face was a little heavier. In a moment, she nodded heavily at the waste: "you're right. My disease was really left by Shiheng more than 40 years ago."

Until then, vanity slowly opened his mouth and said, "it's actually very simple to cure this disease, because you are invaded by cold evil, old lady, so you can eradicate it as long as you dissolve this cold evil with pure Yang."

Speaking of this, he approached the old lady with a brief meal: "but now you're in such a terrible pain. I'll help you stop the pain first."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands directly and gently touched the old lady's temple. A faint breath slowly penetrated into the old lady's body from his fingertips.

This is the advantage of the wooden fish hammer relic in his body, but it separates Yin and Yang and only penetrates Yang into the old lady.

True Qi, like two streams of heat, flowed down from the temple. After only a moment, it flowed through the old lady's body for a week. Then he wasted his hand and looked at the old lady with a smile: "how do you feel now?"

The old lady only felt the splitting headache and disappeared in an instant. Moreover, in her mind, unspeakable comfort and clarity, even thinking, seemed to be much faster.

The mind only feels that it has never been sober, which is better than when it did not attack. This comparison is even more obvious, which makes the old lady suddenly surprised and happy.

He couldn't help shouting, "OK, OK! And now I feel my head has never been so comfortable! "

The old lady's pain was gone, and her surprised and happy expression immediately shocked Zhou Shiheng, who was watching the old lady closely.

He was shocked by the fantastic way of wasting his time and was speechless for a long time.

For a long time, the old housekeeper who saw such a magic skill in vain for the first time murmured and groaned: "this, this only uses two fingers to gently touch the old lady, and it actually stops the headache? Is that an exaggeration? "

Zhou Shiheng also drew straight from the corner of his eye: "master, you are really a divine monk. Last time you saw the girl, you cured her depression. This time, you moved your finger and cured my mother's stubborn disease. It's really the reincarnation of a living Buddha!"

A word woke up the dreamer. The old lady noticed that she was wearing a monk's robe. Her eyes twinkled. She put her hands together and saluted respectfully: "master, you are definitely a Bodhisattva coming to earth to save me."

"Cough..." this praise was based on the thickness of wasted face and intuition. I couldn't help coughing.

The old lady did not see the blush on his face, but turned directly to Zhou Shiheng: "Shiheng, you can't treat the master badly. You must thank him again!"

"Mother, please rest assured that I will remember the kindness of the master!" Zhou Shiheng was originally a filial son. Because of his mother's persistent headache, he did not know how many famous doctors he had hired, but everyone was helpless. Unexpectedly, he was cured so easily today. How could he not be ecstatic.

At present, it is a gift to waste: "master, thank you, Zhou!"

"Hehe, benefactor Zhou, you're welcome." Idleness is extremely comfortable, and his face is even more like a spring breeze. However, he has not forgotten Zeng Rou's mother. Therefore, looking at Zhou Shiheng, he smiled and said: "benefactor Zhou, although your mother's disease is temporarily relieved, you still need to be treated with medicine because you have been ill for too long. I'll write out a prescription later, and you can fill it according to the prescription and send it to Xishan temple."

"Then Master Lao!" Zhou Shiheng's face was filled with sincere gratitude, and his body bowed deeply.