The old man originally thought that he was the first person to find out that Mo Wen was unusual. However, from this scene, the great master of Chinese medicine has long known the horror of Mo Wen, and even Mo Wen may be a great master.

What is a great master? That is the degree that the master of Sima family may not be as good as this.

The old man was shocked when he thought of this.

In fact, before he came here, the old man still had some doubts in his heart. After all, don't ask if he is only in his twenties. Does he really have such a good personality? On the surface of all kinds of signs, this is the fact.

However, as Wu Jingting's identity and the status of these people in front of him, is that a bit too exaggerated?

"I'm afraid no one in China dares to be arrogant in front of you because of your medical skills and leadership." Third grandfather tentatively said a sentence.

"Mr. Mo is a great doctor. I want to be a disciple for him. He may not like me, alas." Xiong Jie sighed a little, a little sad.

If it wasn't for the plague, Xiong Jie and Mo Wen might not even have a chance to get to know each other.

As soon as you say that, boom! All the Sima family members who came with the third grandfather and Sima Yalin took in the cold air. Then they understood that Mo asked, how good is it.

As soon as the words came out, a calm voice suddenly rang out from the room: "old Xiong, don't ask me. From today on, you are my registered disciple."

"Thank you, sir." Xiong Jie, with a look of excitement and tears of joy, walked quickly to Mo Wen and knelt down on the ground with Bang Bang and kept kowtowing.

Zhou Jia is Xiong Jie's disciple. Now Zhou Jia is mo Wen's woman, and Xiong Jie has become Mo Wen's disciple. This generation is a bit chaotic.

"Don't be happy too soon. I have strict requirements for accepting disciples. If you can't become a master of medical ethics, I will disqualify you at any time as a disciple." Don't ask light to say.

"Yes." Dong! Xiong Jie kowtowed quickly, as excited as chicken blood.

Xiong Jie is known as a famous Chinese doctor. Even he is willing to be mo Wen's disciple. What's the matter?

Quiet, quiet as death.

In the whole hall, the Sima family looked at each other with silly eyes. This time, the third grandfather came to thank Mo Wen for saving his life. He has lowered his posture. The Sima family has a very high position in China, and even Yu Haibin is respectful to the old master of the Sima family. It can be seen how influential the Sima family is in China.

However, when they saw this scene, their mood changed dramatically.

Now Sima Yalin understands that her posture is still too high. Judging from Mo Wen's performance today and Xiong Jie's worship of Mo Wen as his teacher, she is a mole ant in front of Mo Wen.

After a moment's hesitation, the third grandfather propped up his body and knelt down in front of Mo Wen: "doctor Mo, thank you for saving your life today. If you didn't have your eight grade dragon's blood pill, I'm afraid my life would have been reported to the Lord Yan. If my eldest lady offended me, please forgive me."

With that, the old man who came with the wound kowtowed several times to Mo Wen.

"Three grandfathers..." Sima Yalin was surprised. She never thought that the old man should make such a move.

"Miss, please apologize to Mr. Mo!" The third grandfather's face changed and said to Sima Yalin very sternly.

"This..." Sima Yalin hesitated.

"No, there is no misunderstanding between Miss Sima and me. Since there is no misunderstanding, there is no way to apologize!"

As soon as the words were finished, Sima Yalin seemed to be aware of something. She bowed her head very reluctantly and said to Mo, "brother mosquito, I'm really wrong today. I shouldn't do that to you. Please forgive me."

"Mr. Mo, we are wrong." Sima Yalin, the eldest lady of the Sima family, apologized. Naturally, the subordinates of the Sima family were no exception. They had to kneel on the ground in fear.

"Mr. Mo, please hit us. We are wrong." Dong! Dong! Several bodyguards who followed Sima Yalin also knelt on the ground with a look of fear.

"Mr. Mo, I'm really sorry. We handled it improperly in the exhibition hall today. Please forgive me." The middle-aged man in a white coat also knelt down.

Seeing Mo Wen indifferent, Sima Yalin gritted her teeth and was about to kneel down for Mo Wen.

But Sima Yalin's knee was bent, but she was shocked to find that she couldn't kneel down.

As if in the dark, there is an invisible force, so that this Sima family miss can not kneel down.

"The power of divine cultivation, sir, is so strong!" Although the third grandfather can't do martial arts, he has seen a lot of knowledge. He is shocked. I'm afraid that the great master Sima may not be able to do it. Today, in front of them, a young man in his twenties can do it so easily. Can he not be shocked?

Don't ask the lonely owner of the second defeat. The Sima family knew about it, but they didn't see it with their own eyes. They just thought it was bragging.