Farmer Senda

Chapter 95

Through a simple conversation, coupled with the understanding of this place, Zhang Xiaohu is very clear about the kind of contacts the Song family has in Qingshan City, and the background is definitely not simple.

Zhang Xiaohu is not from Qingshan City, so naturally he doesn't know about the big families in Qingshan.

A family is not just a word, but requires a certain background, but anyone who can be called a family, no matter in business, contacts, or age, is unmatched by others.

Coincidentally, the Song family was one of them. They started a legendary career, became well-known in Qingshan City, and were also registered in the city. All of this was inseparable from the old man. Some people said that the old man was the Song family's Ding Haishenzhen.

As long as the Song family has this sea-settling needle, the various organizations surrounding it will be stable. Once something goes wrong, it will cause a lot of storms for the Song family, an interest group.

The Song family looked for doctors everywhere, wanting to find out the cause of the old man, so Zhang Xiaohu had this opportunity.

However, Zhang Xiaohu didn't know much about the doorway in Qingshan City, but he looked at Song Wanjun curiously for a few more times, and for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him there before.

By the way, isn't he somewhat similar to Song Qianqian?

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly realized, and finally remembered why he felt familiar when he saw Song Wanjun at the first sight. At that time, he was still wondering, he didn't seem to know such a person.

Now that I think about it, it feels a little ridiculous. It turned out that there was such a thing. No wonder, they came to the countryside to find the green furry mouse, probably for the old man!

Although Zhang Xiaohu recognized the connection between the Song family and Song Qianqian, he didn't want to say it out. Could it be that he wanted others to thank him? He couldn't do such a headache.

If it was normal, Song Wanjun would definitely see the problem, but this time he didn't pay attention, and his heart was all on the old man, otherwise, he would definitely see something wrong.

"Brother, you are here!"

While everyone was waiting, there was a loud voice at the gate.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man who looked similar to Song Wanjun. He was several years younger, probably in his early thirties, with a white-haired old man behind him, with a medicine box hanging on his body, and a young man next to him people.

"Xiao Zhang, that is Song Wanqian, Song Wanjun's younger brother."

Xiao Zhang's name was chosen by Zhang Xiaohu. He didn't want to keep hearing the word "miracle doctor", so as to save unnecessary trouble, work in a low-key manner, and make money in a low-key manner.

"I see something wrong with them?"

Zhang Xiaohu possessed aura and could feel the choking smell between the two of them.

Cheng Zhendong was slightly startled, sighed lightly, and did not open his mouth to explain, and this undoubtedly proved Zhang Xiaohu's guess that there was indeed some conflict between the two brothers.

"You went there for the past few days, why did you come back now!" Song Wanjun's tone was very firm.

That Song Wanqian didn't care, and curled his lips, "Look at what you said, people who don't know think I've gone out to be chic, and I haven't been scolded yet." Pointing behind him, "Did you see, this is The needle king you invited, Mr. Feng!"

Song Wanjun quickly grabbed Old Feng's hand, "Old Feng, you came just in time, the old man's condition requires you to pay more attention!"

Feng Lao said lightly: "I will try my best!"

Song Wanjun invited people over, and then ordered the servants to serve tea, and did not pursue the brother's absence for many days.

Needle King?Old Feng?Looking at the white-haired old man, Zhang Xiaohu felt this vast and great aura from him.

momentum!

Zhang Xiaohu withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but think of the old man Baicao. He had this kind of aura when he demonstrated the Nine Dragons Flying Needle Technique. However, his aura was stronger than the Needle King, not even a little bit stronger.

He could feel this gap, and he became curious about this needle king.

I don't know if my Nine Dragons Flying Needle Technique will be stronger than the Needle King's method?Zhang Xiaohu thought to himself.

"Brother, who are they?"

Song Wanqian sat down swaggeringly, full of free and easy aura, squinting, not paying attention to people at all, and directly took a sip of tea.

"He is your Uncle Cheng, the old man's good friend!" When it was his turn to introduce Zhang Xiaohu, Song Wanjun hesitated, and finally said calmly, "This is the genius doctor invited by Uncle Cheng to help the old man see a doctor!"

A needle king, a young genius doctor, anyone would choose the needle king.

In terms of Chinese medicine, the old ones represent experience, and the young ones represent what they can do.

"Brother, you are not mistaken, he can also cure diseases, you will not find a liar to come back?" Song Wanqian was slightly startled, and then burst out laughing.

Feng and Lao also frowned slightly, apparently not believing that such a young man can see a doctor, which seems to be nonsense, what kind of disease can he see.

Old Feng frowned, "Young man, who is your master?"

Song Wanjun didn't expect Brother to say these words. Isn't this a slap in the face on the spot? The important thing is that this is a guest invited by Cheng Zhendong, which is tantamount to a slap in the face of Uncle Cheng.

Sure enough, Cheng Zhendong's complexion was not good, and he brought people over carefully. If you treat my guest as a liar with one word, isn't it on my face?

Seeing that Cheng Zhendong was about to get angry, Song Wanjun hurriedly stood up, "Uncle Cheng, don't be angry, he is like this!" Turning his head and glaring at Song Wanqian, "Uncle Cheng's guests are not something you can talk about casually!"

Song Wanqian was jealous of this Uncle Cheng and chose to keep his mouth shut, but his eyes were cold.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for your old man being my friend, I wouldn't bother to bring someone here!" Cheng Zhendong's face was sullen, and it was conceivable that he was angry at this time.

Zhang Xiaohu was angry, so he took the time to come here. He was treated as a liar before he was cured, and honest people would be angry. The important thing is that Mr. Feng, who is the king of needles, thought he was a liar in different ways.

He felt right, and he could see the irony of himself in the eyes of others.

If someone made him younger, Zhang Xiaohu wouldn't be angry, but he couldn't tolerate being suspicious of the old man Baicao.

"You are not qualified to know my master's name!" Zhang Xiaohu said coldly.

The old man Baicao had not known each other for a long time, and Zhang Xiaohu knew very well that the old Feng in front of him was no match for his master at all, and such a person was not qualified to know his master's name, even his name.

The young man standing behind Mr. Feng said angrily, "Bold, I want you to apologize to my master, you liar!"

Song Wanqian liked to see this kind of thing the most, so he didn't stand up to dissuade him, but let it develop.

Feng Lao didn't remember whose disciple was so young, and wanted to ask whose subordinate he was from. He didn't want people here to be deceived. As the needle king, no matter where he went, everyone treated him politely. Now he is not seen by a young man. In his eyes, there was indeed some anger, so he didn't stop the disciple's words.

When the master was criticized, it was only natural for the apprentice to stand up.

Song Wanjun did not expect this to happen. One side is the needle king with a high reputation, and no one can invite him. As for the other side, he dare not offend. Uncle Cheng has a lot of connections in Qingshan City, and they have great connections with each other. The most important thing about cooperation and contact is that Uncle Cheng values ​​this young man very much.

Song Wanjun saw all these from the dark. At this moment, he couldn't help complaining about Song Wanqian. If it wasn't for him, things wouldn't have come to this point.

What should we do now?Song Wanjun had a headache.

"Why should I apologize?" Zhang Xiaohu threw the words back, his words were not wrong, Mr. Feng's medical skills are definitely not as good as Old Man Baicao, so of course there is nothing wrong.

Zhao Dongbo stared at the young man, "Do you know who my master is? He is Mr. Feng, the needle king. It is your great blessing that the master can talk to you. You should apologize to my master if you dare to say such a thing." !"

Anyone can be happy to be the apprentice of the Needle King. Zhao Dongbo is also from an upper-class family in Qingshan City, and he has arrogance in himself.

"You are not qualified to ask me to apologize yet!" Zhang Xiaohu said flatly, not taking his words to heart at all, asking me to apologize, don't even think about it for the rest of your life.

After Zhao Dongbo became Lao Feng's disciple, no one dared to give him face, his face darkened, and he was about to speak when a nurse ran out from above, "The old man is awake!"

Song Wanjun had a headache at first, but he finally found a chance to speak when he heard this.

"The old man is awake, Mr. Feng and Xiao Zhang, let's go up together!"

Elder Feng glanced at Zhang Xiaohu indifferently, stood up, "I've heard about the old man's condition, and I'm also curious about what the problem is, so let's go!"

No one noticed that a smile flashed in the eyes of Song Wanqian who was walking in front.

"Uncle Cheng, don't mind what happened just now!" They walked ahead, and Song Wanjun said to Cheng Zhendong apologetically, "Don't worry, I'm here for the old man today, and I don't take anything else to heart!" , Seeing Mr. Feng, Cheng Zhendong will definitely be enthusiastic. Now that he has Dr. Zhang, he doesn't care anymore, so what if he offends Mr. Feng.

Song Wanjun knew that he had completely offended Uncle Cheng today, so he turned around and said to Zhang Xiaohu: "The old man is awake, you were invited by Uncle Cheng, you should go up with him too!"

"Xiao Zhang, don't pay too much attention!" Cheng Zhendong was afraid of Xiao Zhang's wild thoughts.

Zhang Xiaohu waved his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine, if the famous Feng Lao is like this, I really look down on him!"

"Brother Hu is right, what is the king of needles!" Cheng Xi echoed from behind.

What Zhang Xiaohu said surprised Cheng Zhendong. It seems that the master behind Xiao Zhang is even more difficult. Feng Lao is famous for his ability to save effort, so how good is his master?

He didn't know the impact of a small sentence.

On the second floor, in a long corridor, the smell of medicine has also become stronger.

At the end of the corridor, the door was open, and nurses kept coming in and out, holding things in their hands. These were doctors who were invited privately.

(End of this chapter)