Chapter 22: National hand consultation

Chapter 22 National Contest

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan walked towards the bus stop with his hands in his pockets. He is now reborn and just wants to improve his cultivation skills, protect the people close to him, and let his mother live a good life, without wanting to add other things.

"Are you really leaving?" Long Geyue frowned, and pursed her pink lips angrily, thinking that the flattering son Guiwei by her side can be arranged from the cafeteria to the entrance of the West School. When will she be right? A boy had a good face.

This guy is good, he took the initiative to talk to him and ask him to go home, don't you appreciate it?

Long Geyue drove the car slowly next to Zhuo Bufan, and hummed: "Hey, don't think I don't know, pretending to be cool won't attract me."

Zhuo Bufan stopped, a bit funny. In his previous life, he fought against the demon emperor, saints, and immortals. He was brave in battle and crushed the world. I don't know how many sages and fairies showed admiration for him. Although Long Geyue has grown up Beautiful, compared with those saints and fairies, it also has a little less holy breath of non-cannibalistic fireworks.

"Hey, did you hear me talking to you, my grandfather wants to see you." Long Geyue endured her anger, and she had never been so dry since she was a child.

However, Long Geyue was born in a big family and was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy since she was a child. Bogutong is not talking about it today, and she is also proficient in etiquette and convenience. She would never be so angry in normal times. If a boy had such an attitude towards her, she would have left. The key grandfather said that we must find a life-saving talent.

Only then did Long Geyue look up the student information in the computer and found Zhuo Bufan's information. She knew that his family was poor and his mother used to work as a servant for the Chen family in Jinzhou.

"Your grandpa sees me if he wants to see me. I remembered who didn't let me treat the disease." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

Long Geyue frowned her eyebrows, struggled for a moment, and hesitated, "I'm sorry, who knows that you are good at medicine and martial arts."

"Seeing your sincerity, I can barely accompany you on a trip." Zhuo Bufan quipped.

Listening to him, Long Geyue is really going to fall away. Unless she is curious about Zhuo Bufan, she would not come and invite Zhuo Bufan to go home. Zhuo Bufan looks at the next year of the next year as her size, but he knows both medical skills and good at Wugong, the last time he fought with Brother Liang, Brother Liang did not gain the upper hand with five levels of skill, and the other party's skill could even be compared to her.

The two of them were speechless. Not long after the car drove, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that something was wrong. The car actually drove into the Jingdu villa complex, but entered from the west gate. Zhuo Bufan showed a wry smile on his face. Geyue is in the same community.

But the villa of the Long family and the villa of Ye Ziqin are obviously not of the same grade. The villa of Ye Ziqin has only two floors and is a relatively ordinary type, worth about two or three million. The Long family villa is built at the foot of the lake and has a unique terrain. The jade belt is wrapped around the waist. Backed by the green hills, worth at least 30 million, even Zhuo Bufan was taken aback.

Families who can live in such high-end villas are all wealthy and wealthy in Jinzhou. It seems that the Long Family's background is very unusual.

There are also a dozen bodyguards patrolling nearby in the villa, wearing headsets in their ears, looking solemn and well-trained.

Zhuo Bufan followed Long Geyue into the villa and walked into the living room. The young man with short hair like a javelin he had seen that day stood outside, "Miss." But his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan.

"Where is my grandpa?" Long Geyue asked.

"The master is in the living room. Several national masters are consulting the master, and Jiang Wuyin is also here." Brother Liang said aloud.

Lan Guo, with strong martial arts, established a martial arts alliance, recruited martial artists from all over the world to join them, opened martial arts halls in various provinces, cities, and cooperated with the Regal Group. It is the first martial arts force, and its importance is self-evident.

In addition to the three museum owners, the Budo League is composed of the elders. The following are the inspectors, Wuhou, Wu Yin, and the supervisor. Among them, Wu Yin is mainly in charge of the work of the Budo Association in a city, and its status is self-evident.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Just after Brother Liang said, Long Geyue couldn't wait to walk into the living room.

Long Aotian was wearing a white exercise suit with centipede buttons. His whole body exuded the power of dragon and tiger. Sitting in the first place, sitting on the right hand side were four old men and a middle-aged man, and a few figures stood behind him. Upright bodyguard.

"The girl is frizzy, how decent you are, your Uncle Jiang is still there!" Long Aotian scolded sharply, but couldn't hide the doting in his eyes.

Long Geyue spit out her tongue playfully, and smiled at the middle-aged man: "Uncle Jiang won't laugh at me, grandpa, guess who did I find?"

Needless to say, Long Aotian saw Zhuo Bufan following at a glance. He was taken aback for a moment, and quickly got up and said, "Is this the boy who rescued me that day?"

"Hello, old man, my name is Zhuo Bufan." Zhuo Bufan nodded lightly, showing neither humble nor overbearing.

Long Geyue took Long Aotian's arm and said coquettishly: "Grandpa, you can't think of it, he and I belong to the same school, and it took me a lot of effort to find him."

"Okay, remember your work." Long Aotian said helplessly, then looked at Zhuo Bufan and said: "No, you sit first, I have something to do here."

"It's okay." Zhuo Bufan nodded, and found an empty chair to sit down, right next to the middle-aged man.

Zhuo Bufan looked familiar with the other party, but remembered that this middle-aged man is a local corporate star, and he often appears on TV.

The other party didn't know the relationship between him and Long Aotian, and thought it was Long Geyue's classmate who just nodded slightly, then ignored him and said:

"Teacher, these traditional Chinese medicine masters are all Taishan Beidou who are skilled in medicine. I finally asked them to come for your consultation. I don't know what conclusions the seniors have?" Jiang Beiya said aloud.

Long Aotian smiled and said: "Beiya, you remember me as an old man."

"We have checked the body of Mr. Long, and we have also looked at his diagnosis reports over the years, and now we can confirm that Mr. Long is a small man with five failures."

"Furthermore, Mr. Long's heart and lungs are failing. I suggest a heart bypass operation. Now this operation has been widely promoted in China, and sufficient safety measures can be guaranteed."

"You mean to let me do the operation?" Long Aotian frowned, showing the aura of a superior person. "We Languo has extensive and profound Chinese medicine. Isn't it that you have to use Western medicine to perform surgery for any disease?"

The four of them looked at each other, all a little helpless. The old man sitting on the left hand held his hand and said, "Master Long, your illness is a chronic illness and it is a pain that has accumulated over the years. The only way now is surgery. It is possible to use Chinese medicine to slowly regulate the body, but now it can't be delayed."

"Yes, this disease has been delayed for too long, even if it is treated with Chinese medicine, it won't work."

"Father Long, let's prepare for the operation. We will sit down with a few old bones personally. It must be fine."

Long Aotian sighed deeply.

Jiang Beiya frowned and persuaded: "Teacher, Dr. Zuo is one of the most famous national players in Southwest China. Even he recommends that you undergo surgery. I am afraid there is no other way. You should consider it carefully."

Zuo Qianchan, the first person on the left, is the vice president of Jinzhou Medical University and the affiliated hospital of Jinzhou Medical University. Authoritative representative in the medical industry.

"Hey." Suddenly a soft sigh sounded, extremely harsh in the quiet and solemn hall, everyone's eyes fell on the person who made the sound, it was Zhuo Bufan who was not someone else.

Zuo Qianchan had just noticed that Zhuo Bufan was shaking his head and sighing. He seemed to be dismissive of what they said. He couldn't help the anger in his heart for a long time, and he coldly snorted, "This little student sighed and booed, doesn't he agree with our statement? , Are you a college student in the School of Medical Sciences? I might as well talk about your views."

This remark is obviously convincing. You are young, even if you are a medical university student, dare you to be in front of our traditional Chinese medicine masters?