Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

The room was quiet for a moment.

Song Fengchen raised his brows slightly: "I don't know which Doctor Li is?"

"It's the Patriarch of the Li Family in the town east, the dean of the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Dr. Li Youzhong and Li." Zhang Zhongshu replied in a deep voice: "The Li family has practiced medicine for generations and is well-known in the capital. In addition, Li Youzhong has good skills, and his wife is also The relationship with my family is a bit intriguing. In the past, when my family was sick or unwell, they always invited him to the clinic."

"When my old man had an accident, he was the chief doctor, and he also asserted that my old man was dying, and he was too sick to recover."

By the way, just when the Zhang family knew that his father was not sick but was murdered, Li Youzhong came to the door and said that there was a way to treat his father...

Reminiscent of the sentence Song Fengchen said before, ‘you must tie the bell to untie the bell’, Zhang Zhongshu’s complexion couldn’t help but be a little complicated.

Such a coincidence cannot allow him not to think too much.

I see.

Song Fengchen looked stunned, and then he thought about it. In fact, it is not difficult to guess Li Youzhong's intention to do so. After all, Li Youzhong just hit a wall at his place. If he can rescue Mr. Zhang at this point, he will use his life-saving grace. Li Youzhong asked the Zhang family to ask for ferrets, and he really had to give them.

It's just that Li Youzhong must have never thought that the Zhang family already knew the truth of the matter, and he also guessed his intentions.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen had an idea in his heart. In order to avoid being horrified, he said: "If this is the case, then please invite Dr. Li in. I will avoid it first."

"Okay." Zhang Zhongshu nodded, but he wanted to see what Li Youzhong was making.

The middle-aged man immediately led Song Fengchen to the next room.

After a while, the guard led Li Youzhong in.

As soon as he walked in, Li Youzhong felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, especially after looking at the "exploration" of Shang Zhang's family. He didn't know what happened, and suddenly felt a chill in his spine.

Zhang Zhongshu adjusted his facial expressions. He took two steps forward, his face couldn't hide his excitement: "Doctor Li, you mean you can save the old man?"

Li Youzhong instantly suppressed the anxiety in his heart. He sighed with great relief, and said with a little triumph: "Last night when I checked the information in my library, I accidentally found a piece left by my grandfather. In this booklet, three cases are recorded in detail. The patient's condition at the time was exactly the same as the old man's condition now."

"Really?" Zhang Zhongshu's tone instantly rushed for two points.

"Not only that, my grandfather and his old man also left a prescription in this manuscript." Li Youzhong's eyes burned: "I have made the pills overnight, and combined with acupuncture and moxibustion, I believe that the old man will be cured."

"Okay." Zhang Zhongshu was excited and promised: "As long as Dr. Li can heal my father, my Zhang family will have a re-reportation."

That's what I'm waiting for.

Li Youzhong's eyes flashed, but he humbled his mouth: "This is what I should do as a doctor."

After speaking, he opened the medicine box, took out a small porcelain bottle, unplugged the cork, and poured out a black peanut-sized pill.

Zhang Zhongshu quickly gave up his position.

Seeing Zhang Bingjun half-dead, Li Youzhong had such an expression as expected, and he did not suspect him.

He held up Zhang Bingjun with one hand, stuffed the pill into his mouth with the other, and then took the water glass handed by the middle-aged man and brought it to his mouth.

Finally, he fed the pills to Zhang Bingjun. Li Youzhong turned around and took out a needle pack from the medicine box. Then he untied Zhang Bingjun’s clothes, picked out a slender silver needle, wiped it with alcohol, and put it on Zhang Bingjun’s body pretendingly. Pierce.

In a short while, Zhang Bingjun's head and chest were filled with silver needles. Li Youzhong's gaze fell on Zhang Bingjun's heart, his eyes flickered, and he drew a silver needle and pierced it. With a brush, Zhang Bingjun, who had been motionless on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his body trembled violently.

"It's okay." Li Youzhong drank the Zhang family who was rushing forward, blocking Zhang Zhongshu's sight sideways.

As Zhang Bingjun's body trembled more and more, Li Youzhong saw the opportunity and reached out to touch Zhang Bingjun's mouth. At this moment, only a wow was heard, and Zhang Bingjun spit out with his head sideways, and the spewed dirt fell into Li Youzhong's palm.

Li Youzhong moved his heart and clamped one of the peanut-sized pills and stuffed it into the concealed pocket at the cuff.

He shouted excitedly: "It is done."

The Zhang family gathered around, and they didn't know whether it was deliberate or something else. After two or two, Li Youzhong was squeezed out by them.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Bingjun panted roughly, his loose eyes slowly focused, "I, I am..."

Zhang Zhongshu took a deep breath, his excitement was overwhelming: "Dad, you passed out just now."

Having said this, he changed his tone in an instant: "Dr. Li saved you."

"Doctor Li?" Zhang Bingjun was stunned, and said hesitantly: "Isn't it Song Xiaoge?"

He looked around, there was no figure of Song Fengchen in the room.

Could it be that he remembered it wrong?

"What's Brother Song?" Li Youzhong asked casually, proud of himself.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "It's me."

Li Youzhong turned his head subconsciously, but didn't want to face a familiar face, his pupils tightened: "It's you—"

"Mr. Li," Song Fengchen took two steps forward with a bang, he reached out and closed the door, "It's a coincidence, after all, we just met an hour ago."

Li Youzhong staggered and took a step back, and he slammed back to look at the Zhang family.

The Zhang family all looked at him with vigilance, and firmly guarded Zhang Bingjun behind him.

The next second, he saw the guard's hand touching the holster around his waist.

It was counted.

Li Youzhong's heart was stagnant.

escape--

Only this thought remained in his mind.

But Song Fengchen guarded the door, where could he escape.

In a panic, the light from the corner of his eye fell on Zhang Zhongshu at the front of the crowd.

Take him hostage-

Li Youzhong made a decisive decision, raised his right hand, changed his fist into a grasp, his figure flashed, and rushed towards Zhang Zhongshu.

Zhang Zhongshu only felt a flower in front of him, and the next moment, a hideous face appeared in front of him, his heartbeat speeded up, and he raised a heart to his throat.

Just when Li Youzhong's right hand was about to pinch his neck, his eyes flashed again, and after that, Li Youzhong flew upside down and hit the wall fiercely.

Zhang Zhongshu fixed his eyes to see that it was not Song Fengchen who made the shot. He steadily retracted his right leg, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Puff--" Li Youzhong, who fell on the ground, clutched his chest and spewed a mouthful of blood. When he was struggling to stand up, a black muzzle was aimed at his temple.

The tense atmosphere was loose, Zhang Zhongshu stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and took a deep breath. It was obviously a lingering fear.

He turned his head to look at Li Youzhong, and said bitterly: "Li Youzhong, I asked the Zhang family how to treat you badly. If it weren't for my old man's help, do you think that by your age, the ability to suppress so many national players in the position of the president of the Chinese Medicine Hospital? That's how you gave back to my family?"

Winner or loser, there is nothing to say!

Li Youzhong forcefully endured the piercing pain in the internal organs, panting for breath, and ignored Zhang Zhongshu's questioning at all.

"Because he is dying." It was Song Fengchen who spoke.

Hearing this, Li Youzhong suddenly raised his head, staring at Song Fengchen sternly with a look of jealousy. If it weren't for Song Fengchen, how could he have fallen into this situation.

"He is expecting to take the old man's anger to continue his life. If I am not mistaken, the old man's horoscope should be exactly the same as yours." Song Fengchen walked to Li Youzhong, bent over, and took it out of his sleeve pocket. The pill, fixed his eyes, did not contain a beetle the size of a mung bean.

Li Youzhong gritted his teeth, and Song Fengchen was right. He was about to die. It was not that his life had expired, but that there was a problem in his cultivation, which caused organ failure and anger loss.

The method of cultivation was found from his grandmother's relics. His grandmother's house was a tomb robber before, and she kept a lot of good things in her hand.

After getting out of practice, he found a remedy in a pamphlet: using spiritual things as medicine to treat the symptoms, and taking a breath to cure the root cause.

It means to take a spiritual object to treat organ failure, to dissipate the already disordered anger in the whole body, and to reintroduce a new period of anger to continue life.

The ferret in the family is not just a ready-made spiritual creature. At the moment of life and death, he can't care if the Li family will not end after this ferret is gone.

As for getting angry, the booklet states that it must be a talent line with the same birth date.

This is because people with the same birth date have extremely similar auras. In this way, it can be guaranteed that there will be no rejection when re-introducing the qi into the body, which will lead to a loss of magical power.

This is the reason why there is a matching type before organ transplantation.

But at this point, the ferret escaped as if he had sensed his malice.