C21

The apple in the middle-aged man's hand dropped onto the ground as he felt a wave of guilt.

He was drunk when he was young, and he had long since emptied his body. He was well aware of the situation where his kidney was deficient.

He had no strength left in him now, so he could only speak up to get the girl's money.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

He hardened his heart and said, "Your father's body is amazing!"

"The night is full of sweat, but the blood is still fresh."

Wu Dong shook his head in grief, "Sigh, I'm already in my early forties, how could I compare to an old man in his seventies?"

Wu Dong's every word was like a heavy hammer that struck the middle-aged man's heart.

Too f * cking amazing!

It was much better than that bunch of doctors who were rich and incurable.

However, he couldn't lose face by following his boss.

"Say one more f * cking word!"

He stood up and clenched his fist towards Wu Dong, with Old Li at his side.

Unexpectedly, Wu Dong walked forward and grabbed his wrist, and with a light pinch, the middle-aged man felt his lower leg go soft, and he fell to his knees with a thump.

He knew that he had met an expert this time. A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him.

He opened his mouth and shouted, "Godly Doctor, please spare my life!"

"With your body as a dregs of medicine, you still want to show off? Hurry up and go home to clean up your old age!"

Wu Dong caught his pulse, knowing even more that other than eating and gambling, the middle aged man had also suffered from other injuries, and his lifespan was almost up.

"Godly Doctor, save me!"

This time, the middle-aged man took the initiative to kneel down towards Wu Dong, "Godly Doctor, save me. You must save me. "

Saying so, he kowtowed heavily a few times.

"I can prescribe a healing medicine for you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Don't even mention one, ten pieces are enough for a hundred pieces!"

"Go back and tell your boss, I want Old Li's painting."

Wu Dong waved for Old Li to prepare paper and brush, preparing to give the middle aged man a prescription.

Who knew that after a long time of silence, he finally raised his head and said to Wu Dong: "What Old Li owes me is our boss's money. If I don't bring back my things, he will beat me to death."

"How much?"

"Thirty thousand!"

Old Li hurriedly stopped Wu Dong, "Godly Doctor, we appreciate your kind intentions. However, our family really can't take out the money, or else we wouldn't have to pawn our family heirloom. "

Who would have thought that for the sake of their family's treasures, Wu Dong would actually 'act in righteousness'? This wasn't Lei Feng, this was a living Bodhisattva!

Wu Dong thought, how could he let the treasure that he had taken a fancy to slip away like this?

He fished in his pocket and pulled out thirty thousand dollars.

He had just taken it out from the bank, and it was exactly thirty thousand yuan.

Old Li was touched to the point that even tears were flowing down his face. The middle-aged man took the prescription and thanked him profusely. He called out to the Godly Doctor as he carried the money and eagerly left the room.

Looking at the painting in Old Li's hand, he thought to himself, this is what I have bought.

Haha, thirty thousand dollars for a treasure, this business won't lose anything.

When she heard the middle-aged man, she hid in the kitchen, but she couldn't help but be curious.

She had seen how Wu Dong was sent away with a few words just now.

Suddenly, a faint look of admiration and gratitude appeared in her eyes.

Seeing that the beauty saw him in a new light and had a great amount of affection for him, Wu Dong immediately felt that he was possessed by Lei Feng, and it would not be right for him to open his mouth and ask her to draw.

"Godly Doctor, my family doesn't have anything valuable, so I'll give this painting to you."

Old Li knew that his family's treasure was far more than thirty thousand.

He had no choice but to lower his head when he pawned the loan, and give Wu Dong the money in exchange for repayment of the thirty thousand.

"No need."

Wu Dong felt his heart ache when he said it, "I just can't stand to watch these people bully others. You should keep your treasures well! "

After saying that, Wu Dong turned around to look at Li Ziruo.

Two patches of red appeared on Li Ziruo's face, looking very beautiful.

Old Li kept thanking him and kept the painting.

Then, he called Li Ziruo over to let him see a doctor.

Wu Dong grabbed Li Ziruo's ice-cold wrist. He felt that her skin was snow white and smooth, and that it was extremely comfortable to touch.

He coughed and pretended to be a gentleman as he closed his eyes to feel Li Ziruo's pulse.

After a few minutes, he had already completely grasped Li Ziruo's condition, and had even thought of several treatment strategies.

Li Ziruo's body was flourishing with Yin energy, slowly eroding her vitality and willpower.

This kind of physique was inherited. The Li family's treasure could temporarily suppress Yin Qi, but it wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.

Only by injecting the Supreme Yang Qi into her body could it be completely cured. However, this kind of energy was hard to come by.

Thinking about it, Wu Dong already had a plan.

He said to Old Li, "Take out your painting and unfold it."

Old Li did not understand, but he still followed Wu Dong's instructions and slowly unfurled the ancient painting.

It was indeed as Wu Dong had guessed, it was a pre-Qing assembly. However, looking at how old the painting was, it seemed to be at the middle of the next month.

He had read many ancient medical books at the old man's hands, and could deduce the age from the quality of the paper and its affixing. However, he did not understand the art of painting, so he could only guess.

The image was of a Daoist wearing a Daoist robe. His hands were behind his back and his eyes were staring ahead. Behind him were pine trees and lush greenery, as well as a distant green mountain.

Wu Dong immediately noticed that this place looked a little familiar, it seemed to be the back mountain outside the city.

Old Li explained, "The person in the painting is Daoist Qing Yi, and it is said that he has a deep connection with my family. Therefore, he told his descendants to hang it up and worship the incense. If it wasn't for my daughter, how could I have pawned this painting? "

Wu Dong thoughtfully looked at the inscription at the side of the picture, and then silently committed it to memory.

This painting was too famous, he might even have to invite the old tutor out.

He thought to himself, but his face did not show it.

He explained to Old Li and his daughter, "Your ancestors called you to worship this painting not just to thank this Daoist. The pigment on the painting is actually just a medicine that can relieve your yin energy. "It's just that the age is too long, and the pigment is gradually becoming sparse, so your family's Yinqi disease has started earlier and earlier."

Old Li had long felt that there was a problem with the ancient painting. So this was the reason why the older generation asked them to worship an old Daoist that they did not know, rather than their own ancestors.

Thinking about it again, it was no wonder that Wu Dong wanted to keep the ancient painting.

"Godly Doctor, you said that the pigment on the painting has already been diluted, so what should we do? I've lived for most of my life. It's fine, but what about my daughter? "

Old Li was about to kneel down as he spoke.

Li Ziruo supported Old Li, "Dad, what are you talking about? The Divine Doctor will definitely have a way. "

She looked at Li Ziruo in anticipation, tears welling up in her eyes.

's heart almost dropped when he saw this.