Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 158 The Holy Hand of Chinese Medicine
"If you don't have the skills, don't reveal this list. Chen Jiuye is not kidding."

"Yeah, yesterday I saw a guy who claimed to be the King of Doctors. He was awesome when he came here, but he left with a broken arm..."

"I saw a medical saint the day before yesterday, and it was extremely miserable..."

"Five million is good, but you have to have that ability, not everyone can get it if they want."

The onlookers were all just watching the show, and they all spit and pointed, but no one dared to step forward to reveal the list.

And at this moment, they saw a young man in his twenties walking over, holding two little girls carved in pink and jade in his arms.

"Papa, what is written on it?"

Seeing that everyone was staring at the list, the little guy asked curiously.

"A little sister is sick, and I need someone to see her."

"Then papa can be cured?"

"Of course, Dad can cure any disease."

Just when the people around thought that this young man was bragging to the child, Song Haotian said to the two bodyguards next to him: "I'll reveal this list."

"Young man, what are you doing, are you crazy? This is Chen Jiuye's home, not a place for jokes."

A middle-aged uncle eagerly stepped forward to persuade.

"Yeah, didn't you read the whole thing, you only saw 500 million, and you didn't see the one who's about to break an arm if he can't be cured."

"Yeah, this is not a place to take children to play, so hurry up and go."

The onlookers were startled and stepped forward to persuade them.

In their view, such a dad with children has nothing to do with famous doctors, no matter in terms of image or age.

"Thank you, but I am indeed here for treatment."

Song Haotian looked at the two bodyguards again, "Tell Chen Jiuye that I can cure his daughter's illness."

A bodyguard looked at him and said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Alright then, come with me."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and walked towards the yard, Song Haotian followed behind with the two little guys in his arms.

"It's over, this person is over, young and impulsive, do you really think Chen Jiuye is a vegetarian?"

"I bet he can't cure Ms. Chen's illness, even if there are so many famous doctors who have come here these days, how can he see a doctor as a dad with children?"

"Just wait, you'll be thrown out with a broken arm in a short while, those two little girls are pitiful, there will be more disabled fathers in the future..."

People looked at Song Haotian's leaving back and shook their heads and sighed, no one liked it.

Song Haotian followed the bodyguard and soon came to a villa hall.

I saw a middle-aged man in his 50s sitting inside, wearing a Tang suit. Although he was not tall, he had an extremely powerful aura all over his body.

He is the famous boss in Wufeng County-Chen Jiuye.

The bodyguard stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master Jiu, someone has revealed the list."

"Did you mean him?"

Chen Jiuye looked up at Song Haotian. If there were no one else around, he wouldn't have asked this question.

"That's right, it's this person."

The bodyguard replied truthfully.

Chen Jiuye looked at Song Haotian with cold eyes for a moment: "Young man, are you the one who revealed the list?"

"Yes, it's me."

Chen Jiuye's eyes were burning: "For the sake of your two daughters, I will give you a chance to regret it.

The reason why he added the following additional conditions to the reward list was that he didn't want some people to be dazzled by the reward and delay his daughter's illness.

Now, in his opinion, this young man in ordinary clothes is the kind who has been dazzled by 500 million.

Ye Bufan's expression was indifferent: "I don't want the opportunity, I want the century-old ginseng in your hand."

Chen Jiuye smiled coldly: "Yes, as long as you can cure my daughter's illness, I will give you 500 million hands, and I will also give you [-]-year-old ginseng."

Although he didn't know how this young man knew that he had century-old ginseng, but if it could cure his daughter's illness, it would be useless to keep the ginseng, and it would be no problem to give it away as a medical fee.

"make a deal!"

Song Haotian said, "Where is the patient? Take me to see it."

"follow me."

Chen Jiuye turned and walked into a room next to him. At this moment, there were many people gathered here, including western doctors in white coats and Chinese medicine doctors in long robes.

A bed was placed in the middle of the room, and lying on the bed was a woman in her twenties, who was Chen Jiuye's daughter, Chen Jiaojiao.

This woman was very pretty in appearance, but at the moment her complexion was pale and haggard, and her body was covered with two thick quilts.

There was a gloomy and cold atmosphere in the room.

"How is Jiaojiao?"

Chen Jiuye glanced at the woman on the bed with concern, his eyes full of regret.

He is old enough to have a son, and he loves such a daughter very much.

An old Chinese doctor at the head said: "The situation is not good, the breath is getting weaker and weaker, we really can't do anything, we can only hang our lives by that ginseng..."

Chen Jiuye sighed, turned around and said, "Young man, take a look."

Hearing what he said, everyone's eyes were focused on Song Haotian. No one thought that this young man holding two little girls was actually a doctor who came to see a doctor.

"Wait here obediently, Dad will go see the doctor for Miss Sister."

Song Haotian put the two little guys on the sofa next to him, then walked to the head of the bed, first glanced at Chen Jiaojiao with his spiritual sense, and then stretched out two fingers to rest on her pulse.

With his medical skills, it didn't take long to feel the pulse, and the result was soon.

With the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Chen Jiuye has been paying attention to Song Haotian.

When he withdrew his hand, just as he was about to ask a question, another bodyguard hurried in from the door.

"Mr. Du, the master of Chinese medicine, is here."

"What, Master Du is here? Hurry up and greet him."

A look of ecstasy immediately appeared on Chen Jiuye's face. He ignored Song Haotian, turned his head and ran out with the people, which was very different from his previous attitude.

Song Haotian shook his head slightly, then turned back to his two daughters.

After a while, Chen Jiuye and others left and returned.

They were surrounded by an old man in his 70s and [-]s, wearing a long robe and holding a medicine box in his hand. He had white beard and hair but a ruddy complexion.

"Master Du, Mr. Chen is really grateful that you can come here to treat the little girl in person. I will entrust the little girl's illness to you."

"It doesn't matter, the doctor's parents love, Du will do his best."

While speaking, Du Changfeng saw Song Haotian who was coaxing two little guys next to him, and couldn't help frowning: "Mr. Chen, this is a ward, why are there still children?"

Chen Jiuye hesitated for a while, and finally said: "This is also a Chinese medicine doctor, and he came to treat the little girl."

"Nonsense, Mr. Chen, although you are eager to love your daughter, you can't go to the doctor in a hurry. How can a young man be able to treat illnesses?
Besides, seeing a doctor is an extremely serious matter, human life is at stake, how can you bring children to mess around here. "

As a master of traditional Chinese medicine, Du Changfeng has always been rigorous. In his eyes, this Chinese medicine doctor in his twenties probably hasn't even finished his apprenticeship. He can't cure any disease, and he has two little girls with him.

Chen Jiuye was a little embarrassed. The reason why Song Haotian was let in just now was because Du Changfeng didn't reply to him for a long time, and that's why he went to the doctor indiscriminately.

"Master Du, I'll let him go now."

He turned his head and looked at Song Haotian's father and daughter: "Okay, you go, I don't care about you anymore."

Song Haotian looked indifferent: "You can think about it, if I leave, your daughter will die."

(End of this chapter)