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Wang Ziqiao nodded: "I know, Mr. Huo, let's go back to the room together, thank you just now!"

Huo Zhendong nodded.

Accompanied by everyone, Wang Ziqiao and Huo Zhendong came to a living room together.

First, Wang Ziqiao connected his arm, and then performed two recovery techniques in a row, blessing Huo Zhendong and his own arm.

Ten minutes later, the two let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

Huo Zhendong smiled and said: "It seems that I will have to work harder in the future. With you, I don't have to worry about the sequelae of my injury!"

Wang Ziqiao moved his arms and said with a smile: "Mr. Huo, who is this Wu Bufeng?"

"He is from the Wu family. The Wu family is also a big family in the capital. It started at the end of the Qing Dynasty. Up to now, the whole family has hundreds of people, and all of them practice Tai Chi. They are not so arrogant on weekdays. Why are they so arrogant today? Suddenly became so vicious?" Huo Zhendong frowned.

"It should have something to do with the Gu family, I'm sure, this must be what Gu Guanming meant! If you weren't here today, Mr. Huo, they might really kill you!" Wang Ziqiao narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. .

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The two chatted for a while and left the room together.

In the corridor outside the room, there were still many people standing, and everyone looked worried.

"Zi Qiao, how are you? Are you alright?" A loud voice reached Wang Ziqiao's ears.

Wang Ziqiao took a closer look and found that it was Zhao Zhong who hadn't seen him for a long time.

This Zhao Zhong was much stronger, and while he was speaking, he had already rushed over quickly, like a fierce tiger, and immediately pressed Wang Ziqiao under his hands.

Compared with Zhao Zhong who was 1.9 meters tall, Wang Ziqiao was half a head shorter, so he could only nod with a wry smile: "It's okay, why are you back?"

"Hey, why don't you come back to accept the master's assessment? By the way, I will introduce a friend to you, please do me a favor!" Zhao Zhong said with a smile.

"Friend?" Wang Ziqiao looked into the crowd.

He found that Zhao Zhong's father, Zhao Mingpeng, was also there, and beside Zhao Mingpeng, there was a man in his 30s, and beside this man stood a five or six-year-old boy.

At first glance, Wang Ziqiao felt that this little boy seemed unusual.

And at the same time, the little boy was also looking at Wang Ziqiao, with big innocent eyes, flickering, chubby face, round head, very cute.

Without waiting for Wang Ziqiao's introduction, Zhao Mingpeng led them up, first shook hands with Wang Ziqiao and said with a smile, "Zi Qiao, we heard about your injury when we first arrived. I'm really sorry that we couldn't help you!"

"Uncle Zhao, you're being polite. I don't know who this is?" Wang Ziqiao looked at the man in his 30s.

This man is slightly fat, with a round face and a cropped cut. He is wearing a black T-shirt, and his fat hands have been stretched out in front of Wang Ziqiao. My son Wei Ziao, Ziao, hurry up and meet Uncle Wang!"

"Hello, Uncle Wang!" The little boy blinked his big eyes and made a sweet voice.

"Hehehe, hello!" Wang Ziqiao raised his hand and touched the top of the little boy's head. He felt that the little boy seemed to be attractive, but he couldn't explain why.

"Zi Qiao, can we talk alone?" Zhao Mingpeng asked.

Wang Ziqiao nodded: "You all come with me!"

With a few people, Wang Ziqiao came to a living room, followed by Zhao Zhong.

Huo Zhendong, Wang Ziqiao's parents and others did not follow, because they could all see that Wang Ziqiao was doing business.

The door was closed, and there were only Wei Wengong, Wei Ziao, Zhao Mingpeng, Zhao Zhong, and Wang Ziqiao in the room.

"Wang Miracle Doctor, can you help my son see a doctor?" Wei Wengong said with an extremely eager look on his face.

Wang Ziqiao frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Wei Ziao.

"Ziqiao, Wei Wengong is a good friend of mine in business. He is the boss of the Lushi Royal Wine Company in Sichuan Province. He mainly focuses on research and development and distribution of wine. He is the agent of many well-known domestic brands and foreign brands of red wine. Most of the drinks are obtained through Wen Gong, Zi Ao is just six years old this year, and I hope you can help him!" Zhao Mingpeng explained.

Zhao Zhong also nodded eagerly: "Zi Qiao..."

"Okay, they are all friends of my family. Since you brought me here, you just think highly of me. Don't say anything else! Mr. Wei, let's talk about Zi Ao's illness first? Why can't I see what's wrong with him? ? On the contrary, they are more vigorous than ordinary children!" Wang Ziqiao was puzzled.

"He's really nothing at ordinary times, but since he celebrated his sixth birthday two months ago, he suddenly became a little different..." Wei Wengong began to introduce him to Wang Ziqiao.

After hearing this, Wang Ziqiao smiled, because he knew that Wei Ziao was so weird.

The Wei family where Wei Wengong lives is a wine merchant that has been in existence for hundreds of years. From ancient times to the present, they have all dealt with wine.

Every generation likes to drink very much. This little guy has inherited this gene very well. He is also addicted to alcohol. From the time he was just able to leave, he secretly drank red wine, and finally changed to drinking white wine.

At first, he was like other children, getting drunk when he drank, but after a long time, he became addicted to alcohol, and when he didn't drink for a meal, he screamed and didn't even eat.

Naturally, Wei Wengong's family was very worried, so they took Wei Ziao to the hospital for an examination. The result of the examination was that the child was very healthy.

Strange to say, since Wei Ziao drank alcohol, he has never been sick again, and his alcohol addiction is getting worse and worse.

By the time he was three years old, he could drink a bottle of baijiu.

When he was five years old, two or three catties of aged Moutai and Laojiao could only make his face a little red, and although he was swaying when he walked, it was not a big problem.

On his sixth birthday two months ago, he made a deal with his parents that he must drink to his full, and it must be the old wine handed down by the ancestors of the Wei family.

This is wine contained in an antique-like jar. The exact year of brewing has not been verified. It is rumored that it was left by the ancestors of the Wei family. It has been at least 300 years old. The mouth of the jar and even the entire jar have been used by the ancestors of the Wei family. The clay was sealed up and passed on to Wei Wengong from generation to generation.

Wei Wengong usually only kept it as a family heirloom, and he also wanted to see how the wine passed down from his ancestors was. When he was happy, he agreed to Wei Ziao's request.

The jar is not big, about five or six catties. After opening the mouth of the jar, the aroma is tangy, and the wine is like mucus. Before taking a sip, he is already drunk. On the contrary, this little guy has nothing to do , picked up the jar, and drank it all in one go.

It was also on this day that a strange phenomenon occurred to him. He kept shouting for heat, saying that his throat was sore, the skin all over his body was hot, and he even smoked. Finally, he spewed out a ball of flames in one breath.

This time, Wei Wengong's family was frightened, and they hurriedly took them to the hospital for examination, but nothing was found.

The next day, the little guy was still alive and kicking, and after secretly drinking a few bottles of wine, he spit out flames again dizzy.