Shanjian Academy

Chapter 70 Can You Fly?

"Of course!", Zhao Shiran showed a smug expression, "My teacher is more than good at it? In terms of his achievements in calligraphy alone, he is famous all over the country!"

"Really?"

Mao Jiazhi felt that even if that person knew calligraphy, it would be an exaggeration to say that he was ranked first in the country, so he asked suspiciously.

"I am a Lumei calligraphy major. Why do I have to lie to you?"

In Zhao Shiran's heart, Mu Zhengyang is very sacred and cannot tolerate other people's doubts, so he said with an unhappy face.

Both Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi graduated from art colleges. Although they are in two fields, they also know that Lumei is a first-class art college.

Teachers majoring in Lumei calligraphy should be well-known in the calligraphy world, but a student majoring in Lumei calligraphy volunteered to learn calligraphy from a young man in his early twenties in an unnamed academy deep in the mountains. It can be seen that the young man Must have extremely high attainments in calligraphy...

"Proficient in medical skills, he can cure difficult and miscellaneous diseases that the hospital cannot do anything about. He is good at calligraphy and can make people voluntarily stay in the mountains to learn from teachers. He is also at the level of everyone in playing the guqin. It is rare for such a genius to live in the mountains. People know, this is the real demeanor of a hermit?"

Mao Jiazhi saw Zhao Shiran's serious expression, and he didn't seem to be joking at all. Then he thought back to seeing the figure sitting in the stream in the mountains, playing "Fishermen's Questions and Answers" casually. It is extremely easy for such a person to become famous. The need to brag in front of myself, I can't help feeling deeply in my heart.

Mu Zhengyang returned to Nanshan Academy, went to the vegetable field to pick a few cucumbers, left a small part and cut it into slices, and mixed the rest with the nectar in the jade bottle to make a pot of light green juice. A battered bare-colored iron kettle with pale green juice descends the hill.

When Zhao Shiran, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi arrived at the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, Mu Zhengyang was already waiting for them with an old naked iron pot.

Chen Mengyao was worried that she would wait too long, but she didn't expect that Mu Zhengyang had already arrived, so she said unexpectedly: "Mr. Mu, you actually arrived before us!"

"My God, can you fly?"

When Mao Jiazhi came down, he wanted to take a break, but he was urged by Chen Mengyao all the time, and he didn't take a break for half a second, but that person actually went down the mountain before him.

"Let's go!" Mu Zhengyang smiled faintly, ignoring Mao Jiazhi.

"Uh-huh!"

In Chen Mengyao's heart, Mu Zhengyang became more and more mysterious, but Xinxin was still lying in the hospital and had no time to study it. She opened the car door and let Mu Zhengyang sit in the co-pilot, and returned to the county hospital along the original road.

In the ward.

Luo Xinxin's face was pale, her lips were black and purple, and blood vessels in her right arm emerged, showing a strange gray color, accompanied by fever and sweating.

Wang Ligang and Xiong Jun were chatting at the door of the ward, and saw Mu Zhengyang, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi coming from the elevator door.

Xiong Jun frowned and said, "Hey, Director Wang, could it be that the hermit master you mentioned sent his apprentice here?"

Wang Ligang shook his head meaningfully and said, "The hermit I'm talking about is the one walking in the middle with an old iron pot!"

"That man? He should have just graduated from college? Are you sure he knows medical skills?"

Every year, a large number of graduates from medical colleges want to enter the county hospital. In Xiong Jun's view, the hermit Wang Ligang talked about was no different from those fresh graduates from medical colleges.

"It was his medicinal wine that saved Mr. Zhao Yushi, the father of the county magistrate, Zhao Yushi, in Tiekou Lane. Afterwards, we did research and confirmed that his medicinal wine has miraculous effects in treating coronary heart disease, neurasthenia, high blood pressure, etc. You know that Speaking of coronary heart disease and high blood pressure, alcohol is forbidden, so I went to visit him in the mountains with Dean Qiu and County Magistrate Zhao, and wanted to ask him to be a consultant in our hospital. Unfortunately, I didn’t see him! When he came to the hospital last time, I told him about it, but he refused!"

Wang Ligang seemed to have guessed that Xiong Jun would have such a reaction, without the slightest surprise, and explained with a helpless smile.

"Ah? There is such a thing?" Xiong Jun was extremely surprised.

"Hehe, this is just one aspect. Mr. Zhao saw his discarded manuscript in the trash can in the courtyard of the Academy on the top of Tiannan Mountain. Since then, he has admired that calligraphy all the time!"

"I remember Mr. Zhao used to be the chairman of our Ze'an City Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He was a famous calligrapher! What kind of reaction would Mr. Zhao have when he saw the waste manuscripts discarded by that person?"

"That's right! Not only Mr. Zhao, but the county magistrate Zhao is also full of praise!" Wang Ligang still finds it inconceivable when he thinks about it now.

While the two were talking, Mu Zhengyang, Chen Mengyao, and Mao Jiazhi walked over from the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Wang Ligang came here on purpose to wait for Mu Zhengyang, and greeted Mu Zhengyang with an apologetic face, "Mr. Mu, we met again! Actually, I asked them to go to the mountains to find you, but you are the only one who is sick with that girl." It can be cured, there is no other way, if you disturb Mr. Mu, I will go to Tiannan Mountain to apologize to you in person!"

Xiong Jun looked Mu Zhengyang up and down, and found that Mu Zhengyang didn't bring anything other than a dilapidated iron pot in his hand, so he asked curiously: "Mr. To heal the girl?"

Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, raised the dilapidated iron pot in his hands to Wang Ligang and Xiong Jun, and said, "I think you two have misunderstood. It is illegal to practice medicine illegally. This is a hospital, and I am not a doctor. How dare I give it to others in the hospital?" How about medical treatment? I’m friends with the girl inside, I heard that she is in the hospital, so I brought some fruit juice to visit her, I wonder if you can give me a few minutes alone with her.”

Xiong Jun was confused.

Wang Ligang said with a sneer: "Mr. Mu's request is of course no problem! Ms. Chen also has no objection?"

Chen Mengyao knew that Mu Zhengyang had opened a shop next to Xinxin before, and the two could barely be considered friends, and at this time they could only count on Mu Zhengyang, so naturally they would not have any objections.

However, Xiong Jun was thinking that this young man might have just inherited a wine prescription that can treat coronary heart disease, neurasthenia, and high blood pressure. Maybe he really doesn't know medical skills. Don't let other people mess around, and asked suspiciously: "The patient named Mu Dahe before, was it really you who cured him?"

Mu Zhengyang shook his head, denying: "He is my cousin, I just visited him with some fruit juice I made like today!"

Xiong Jun wanted to say something, but was persuaded by Wang Ligang, and he really had no other choice, so he asked the nurse in the ward to draw the curtain and exit.

Mu Zhengyang entered the ward, locked the door, and looked at Luo Xinxin lying on the hospital bed, that girl like a daffodil, seemed to be withering.

　Thanks to book friend Mengruo Hongchen, the road to the bridge may not be straight, Nanyou Jiayu, wind650417 for the reward, please recommend a wave~
　　
　
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