Farmer Senda

Chapter 97
No one expected that Zhang Xiaohu would come to such an absurd conclusion in the end.

If you talk about other things, it's mostly a sneer. Now that there are bugs in the old man's blood, it's no less than that in front of Feng Lao, Feng Lao can't detect it. Can you, a brat, do it?
In fact, Feng Lao was indeed a little annoyed. Being named the needle king, he rarely cared about things, but those who provoked him were his enemies.

He couldn't find out by himself, but he just came up with a conclusion. Isn't this a slap in the face? He didn't have a good impression. Now that there is such a play again, it can be imagined later...

"Haha, a liar is a liar. You are the most daring liar I have ever seen. Could it be that you have clairvoyant eyes, and you can see things that machines can't see?"

Zhao Dongbo tried his best to hide his smile, but the smile on his mouth could still be seen. He had long wanted to see Zhang Xiaohu's unlucky face, and finally met the present opportunity, how could he give up so easily.

Song Wanqian was gloating. He didn't believe that the old man had worms in his blood. In fact, he didn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine very much. Inviting Mr. Feng to come here was nothing more than a pretense to save himself from being discussed by his tribe.

"Brother, I just said it, what can a young man do, he can't be reliable if he has no words!"

As the person in charge of the Song family today, Song Wanjun undoubtedly shouldered the burden when the old man was unable to give orders. He was even slightly surprised when he heard the final conclusion. The first thought that popped up in his mind was disbelief. .

Is it possible for worms to appear in human blood?Even if there is, with the current high technology, it can be easily scanned out, so why wait until now to get nothing, and the previous diagnosis of Mr. Wang Feng undoubtedly set the final conclusion for the old man.

Intractable diseases, medical difficulties.

"Xiao Zhang, is what you said true?"

Even if Song Wanjun was angry in his heart, in this situation, he would not show it rashly on his face, but buried it deeply in his heart, and still showed great respect on his lips.

Zhang Xiaohu looked back at Mr. Song, "My diagnosis is confirmed, believe it or not is up to you!"

Throwing down a sentence, Zhang Xiaohu walked directly outside, passing by Cheng Zhendong, "The diagnosis has been made, there is no point in staying here, I want to go back!"

Zhang Xiaohu really didn't want to stay here anymore, it really didn't mean much to these people.

For Mr. Song's diagnosis, Zhang Xiaohu was also shocked at first, this is the first time he has seen such a disease, if he didn't have spiritual energy in his body, he would never have expected the result to be like this.

Cheng Zhendong felt uncomfortable, he brought the genius doctor here out of good intentions, you just doubt it, if you insist on saying that the other party is a liar, as for the bug thing he said, he believed it.

At the beginning, his condition was not bad, and he finally said that he was poisoned, but he didn’t even believe it. Afterwards, he found out that he was poisoned. Cheng Zhendong had lingering fears about this, and almost died of this incident. Now Xiao Zhang’s genius doctor said that Mr. Song’s blood There are bugs inside, even if Mr. Song is said to be an alien, he will choose to believe it.

"It's no fun for the old man to stay here!" Doctor Xiao Zhang was about to leave, and Cheng Zhendong had no fun staying here, so he naturally chose to leave.

Zhang Xiaohu wanted to leave, it would have been better if he left like this, but some brain-dead people insisted on coming out to stop him.

Zhao Dongbo finally found a chance to vent his anger, and his master didn't stop him, making up his mind that this liar must continue to make a fool of himself.

"Liar, you want to leave like this!"

Zhao Dongbo himself stood against the door of the room, stepped outside, stretched out his hands and stopped Zhang Xiaohu, arrogantly.

Zhang Xiaohu stopped, turned around, and faced Mr. Feng, "Do you want to keep me?"

Having said that, Zhang Xiaohu was obviously angry in his heart.

I give you face, I don't care about you, you just don't know how to live or die, then you can't blame me, Zhang Xiaohu sneered in his heart.

Usually, Zhang Xiaohu is easy to discuss. Once someone keeps touching his bottom line, an honest person will get angry, not to mention Zhang Xiaohu, who has a hot temper himself.

Feng Lao said lightly: "Young man, I think your pulse is very weak. I think you must be a newcomer to Chinese medicine. It is a bit inappropriate for someone who just learned to come to see a patient. No matter who your master is, Chinese medicine does not allow People like you exist, want to leave, say your master's name, if it is an old friend, you can let the past go, let you leave here!"

This is Feng Lao using his power to overwhelm others.

As a celebrity in the field of Chinese medicine, Mr. Feng is superb in acupuncture and moxibustion. If you spread a sentence casually, you will sell face in all aspects. Just one sentence, this person is a quack doctor, and the entire urban area will not accept you. Leng Gong.

A sneer flashed across the corner of Zhang Xiaohu's mouth.

As soon as Mr. Feng finished speaking, Song Wanqian clapped his hands, "Old Mr. Feng's words are too correct. If such a person appears in the Chinese medicine circle, if he is not sick, he will be sick. He is definitely a black sheep in the Chinese medicine circle! "

Song Wanjun said to Feng Lao: "Feng Lao, this little Zhang was brought by Uncle Cheng, how about letting it go for my sake?"

Zhao Dongbo didn't wait for Mr. Feng to speak, and continued, "Uncle Song, my master hates that kind of black sheep the most. He doesn't know Chinese medicine and insists on being brave, but he does a lot of bad things in the end. This kind of person must be ruthless." This blow will restore peace to the world of Chinese medicine!"

Cheng Zhendong couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhang Xiaohu's eyes, "Old Feng, you keep saying that I am the black sheep, so do you dare to compete with me!" He pointed and lay on the couch Mr. Song said, "As long as my words are correct, you are wrong!"

Old Feng was slightly taken aback. He thought about it, and the young man would definitely be afraid if he said his own words. After all, he still has a good reputation in the Chinese medicine field, and he got this kind of answer in exchange.

"Who do you think you are, how dare you compare yourself with my master?" Zhao Dongbo said with a sneer in his eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at Zhao Dongbo fiercely, "Climb to the side!"

Zhao Dongbo was swept away by the vicious eyes, subconsciously took a step back, and dared not speak again.

"Young man, you want to compare, the old man will accompany you!" Feng Lao shook his head slightly, dissatisfied with Zhao Dongbo's performance, and was frightened by one sentence, "You have lost, and you will not be allowed to enter the profession of Chinese medicine from now on!"

Cheng Zhendong's face changed slightly, the words were too vicious, he wanted to persuade Xiao Zhang not to agree, but Zhang Xiaohu stopped him again.

Zhang Xiaohu said nonchalantly: "I agreed to your request, but Mr. Feng, what if you lose?"

Enter this word, which rarely appears in Feng Lao's dictionary.

"How could I lose!" Feng Lao snapped.

Zhang Xiaohu said with a playful smile: "If you are a person, you will lose. There is no one day of winning forever. My request is also very simple. If you lose, please ask me to be your master."

Old Feng got angry on the spot, his brows frowned, and the veins on his hands were about to pop out. As the king of needles, he had never heard such insulting words before.

Both Song Wanjun brothers and Cheng Zhendong father and son were also slightly surprised.

Crazy, so crazy.

Defeated, he worshiped a young man as his master.

Old Feng's brows slowly relaxed, and he said with a sullen face, "Okay, I agree!"

Under normal circumstances, Mr. Feng would never agree to this kind of thing. He knows Mr. Song's illness better than anyone else, and he has absolute confidence. He is even more determined to kick this man out of the Chinese medicine circle, and there is also the man behind him. There is a master, and there is a master with what kind of apprentice.

When Zhang Xiaohu opened his mouth, he actually guessed that it would be like this. He can reach the height that others look up to, and he is old. Whenever there is some excitement, it would be strange not to agree.

"The people present heard it. If Mr. Feng loses, he will be my apprentice. Don't lose it at that time. Then the title of the Needle King... tsk tsk..."

Elder Feng blushed again from anger, Zhao Dongbo hurriedly ran over and beat his back, so as to make the master calm down.

"The old man keeps his word!"

"I'm sure you're my apprentice!" Zhang Xiaohu didn't forget to add.

At this time, Song Wanjun was helpless, and the two of them had made up their minds. When he saw Zhang Xiaohu's calm smile, a strange idea popped up in his heart, what would happen if Feng Lao lost?
"Uncle Song, you don't have to worry. I won't do anything to Mr. Song. I just need to insert a few needles on my body. If you're worried, forget it!"

At this time, it was Song Wanjun's turn to make a decision, whether to agree or not.

Looking at the young man's calm and confident look, Song Wanjun made a decision, promising this young man that if there were really worms in Mr. Song's blood...

"I believe you!"

Four words, four sonorous words.

"Thank you for believing, you will be happy for it!"

"Pretentious, let's see how you justify yourself!" Song Wanqian's eyes were full of disdain.

"Bring the alcohol lamp!"

Immediately bring the alcohol lamp neatly.

Zhang Xiaohu took out a wooden box from the bag he brought over, put it gently on the table, and asked someone to help Mr. Song.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, the appearance of the silver needle was surprising, but it was only surprising.

Elder Feng's eyes changed quietly, he lowered his head, frowned, thinking about something.

After the silver needles were disinfected, Zhang Xiaohu came to the side of the sick bed and stood quietly, holding ten silver needles between his fingers.

Take a deep breath, let it out, take a deep breath...

5 minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and someone was getting impatient.

"Can you do it!" Zhao Dongbo said impatiently.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaohu moved, and the spirit of the whole person changed in an instant, becoming incomparably sacred. With a throw of both hands, the silver needles were all thrown up.

But for a second, a shocking scene appeared in everyone's eyes. Zhang Xiaohu moved, and stretched out his hands lightly. Dazzling, I feel like I am watching a juggling.

"Nine-Dragon Flying Needle—to draw blood."

(End of this chapter)