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Elder Li was half believing and half doubting, he looked at Xu Xiaoming for a long time and said: "I believe Elder Wang would not misjudge me, I hope you can cure my son's illness! Ah He, bring the young Divine Doctor inside! "

Li He said with some difficulty: "But Mr. Zhang is inside treating Daddy, isn't it a bit inconvenient to let him in now? "

"It's fine!" With that said, Elder Li pulled Elder Wang to a side to drink tea and play chess.

Xu Xiaoming knew that Elder Li was purposely testing him, after all, traditional Chinese and western medicine both had some background, and the way to treat a patient was also completely different, allowing him to look at a patient together with a western doctor with good medical skills, the hidden meaning was not simple …

However, Xu Xiaoming had the inheritance of the cultivation realm's Medicine Sovereign, so he was not afraid. He directly followed Li He into her father's bedroom.

As a municipal official, Li He's father seemed to have a decent style of work. His bedroom was not big, only about fifty to sixty square meters, and the furnishings inside were simple and elegant.

A middle-aged man with a square face was lying on the bed. His face was pale and his lips were purple. A middle-aged man wearing a white coat was listening to him with a stethoscope.

Xu Xiaoming found out from Elder Wang that Li He's father was called Li Guozhong, and was probably a middle-aged man who was half-lying on the bed.

However, he was fluent in Chinese, "Miss Li, your father's condition is not optimistic, we haven't been able to find the cause of his illness. I think your father's asthma should be hereditary, the recessive expression of the asthma gene, this kind of treatment cannot be completely cured with the current level of medical knowledge, it can only be the injection of a drug to inhibit gene expression to alleviate the illness!"

Li He heard her words. Zhang Ye's face paled as he came to this conclusion. This was probably what the doctors had said before. It seemed like this was the case of his father.

Li Guozhong who was on the sickbed heard Mr. Zhang's words caused another bout of violent asthma, causing him to cough a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

"Mr. Zhang, can you inject some medicine into my dad right now to alleviate his condition?" Li He immediately supported his father and helped him wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Mr. Zhang quickly took out a pale yellow medicine from the medicinal fragrance he carried with him and said, "I've long speculated that your father's genetic illness, so I had my friends from Mi Guo fly it over for you. If you inject this medicine, your father's illness will be restrained."

"Yes, sorry to trouble you, Mr. Zhang!" Li He said.

Xu Xiaoming stood quietly at the side, looking at Mr.. Zhang Ye spoke, but by now, he could no longer sit still. What dogshit recessive gene expression? He could f * cking fool around with it, what medicine from the Mi Nation? Wasn't this clearly a scam?

"I said, Mr. Mr. Zhang, may I ask if you have studied the genealogy of Miss Li's family? Just by using a stethoscope, you can tell that there's something wrong with your genes. This medical technique is something that I am ashamed of! " Xu Xiaoming sneered.

Mr. Zhang's face changed as soon as he heard that. He quickly asked, "Miss Li, who is this guy?"

Li He was startled, but still said: "He, could be considered a doctor, a Chinese doctor!"

"Chinese medicine?" Mr. Zhang frowned and said in a deep voice, "What's the point of this little brother? I heard that a few of the experts of the country had seen Mr. Li's illness before.

The meaning behind his words was obvious. He was asking Xu Xiaoming which leek he was!

He paced back and forth in front of Li Guozhong's bed and said, "The scientific name of this asthma is also known as Bronchial Asthma, and there are two types of pathogenic factors, one is an internal cause, which is also called genetic inheritance, and the other is an external cause, such as air pollution, chemical drugs and the like …"

The moment Xu Xiaoming said this, Li He's expression changed a little. The gaze she looked at him with was also a little different. Zhang also nodded.

"However!" Xu Xiaoming changed the topic and said: "However, these are all different methods in your western medicine. There are two types of asthma in traditional Chinese medicine: one type of cold asthma and the other type of hot asthma. There are naturally different treatment methods for different types of asthma!"

"Oh? What kind of asthma does little brother think Mr. Li is? Cold or hot? " Zhang sneered.

"In my opinion, Mr. Li's asthma is neither cold nor hot!" Xu Xiaoming said.

"Huh? Little brother, aren't you slapping yourself in the face with your words? "Earlier, we talked about the cold and heat properties of asthma, and now we know that Mr. Li is neither cold nor hot?" Mr. Li's face was filled with a mocking smile. "Miss Li, this little brother doesn't know anything and is disturbing me to let Mr. Li suffer from his illness …" "This matter..."

Hearing Xu Xiaoming's words of 'pestering' him, Li He shook his head helplessly and was prepared to kick Xu Xiaoming out of the room.

"Wait, I didn't even finish speaking. Why are you guys so anxious?" Xu Xiaoming said with a smile.

"Mr. Li's asthma is neither cold nor hot, but caused by mites!"

"What, mites?" Li He was immediately shocked, and his face revealed an expression of disbelief.

Mr. Zhang adjusted his glasses and smiled. "Little brother, Mr. Li's house is so clean, there aren't even any flies. Where did the mites come from? Also, Mr. Li had taken X-rays before and didn't find any mites in his throat!"

"Oh, really?" Xu Xiaoming inexplicably laughed for a while, then took out a silver needle from his needle bag, and walked towards Li Guozhong's bedside.

"What are you going to do with a needle? Do not go near my father! " Li He was furious and immediately pounced towards Xu Xiaoming to stop him. At the same time, he shouted: "Butler, quickly drag out this fellow who wants to commit murder!"

Xu Xiaoming's strength was astonishing, and easily pushed away Li He's body, but then he discovered that something was wrong, as though his hand just touched a soft mass of thing …

"You pervert, you're not allowed to hurt my father!" Li He's face was flushed red as he shouted out in anger.

"Whether what I said was true or not, once I force the mites out of Mr. Li's throat, the result will naturally be revealed!" As Xu Xiaoming said that, the silver needle in his hand directly pierced towards Li Guozhong's throat!

Li He immediately let out a shriek and fearfully closed his eyes!