The Cold President's Best Master

Lu Chong pointed to the tall ginkgo tree: "Mr. Zhou, please put a bed here. You lie on the bed and I'll massage you."

The nanny, together with Lu Chong, took out a bamboo bed from the villa, put a quilt and helped Mr. Zhou lie down.

Lu Chong sat in a chair, leaning his back against the ginkgo tree, stretched out his hands, accumulated the Dragon Qi at his fingertips, and was about to treat Zhou Lao.

At this time, a pudgy man in a white coat ran in from the door of the villa and said angrily, "who are you? You can touch old Zhou's body!"

Old Zhou's face sank: "Du Jianshe, you are my attending doctor, but I am paralyzed. Have you thought of any way for so many days? If you are incompetent, you won't allow me to find another doctor!"

Du Jianshe pointed to Lu Chong and said to Mr. Zhou, "you see, he is so young and doesn't wear a white coat. I think he is also an unqualified Jianghu doctor. Such a person can only cheat people. Where can he see a doctor? I think we'd better drive him out, security guard! Drive the liar out!"

The two security guards hurried in and stared at Lu Chong coldly. They were about to kick Lu Chong out when old Zhou gave an order.

When Lu Chong was a child, he was cheated into a begging gang by a liar and almost broke his hands and feet to force him to beg. He hated liars most and hated others saying he was a liar. He smiled coldly: "even if you have qualification, what can you do, you still can't cure Zhou Lao's disease. Even if I don't have qualification, I can cure Zhou Lao's disease!"

Du Jianshe glanced and sneered: "I'm the chief doctor of a big hospital. I can't cure old Zhou's disease. You're a hairy boy and a Jianghu doctor. You can cure old Zhou's disease. Joke! Security guard, what are you waiting for? Kick him out!"

The two security guards gave Du Jianshe a cold stare: "we only obey the orders of Mr. Zhou!"

Zhou Lao glared at Du Jianshe: "since you are incompetent, why don't you let Xiao Lu try it? It's OK to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Du Jianshe cried, "we want to take your health into consideration. We must not let you accept the deception of wandering doctors in the Jianghu."

Lu Chong smiled coldly: "after all, you are worried that if I cure it and you don't, you will lose your reputation, right?"

Du Jianshe widened her eyes and roared, "you spend a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart. I'm worried that you will not only cure it, but also aggravate Zhou's disease."

Lu Chong stalled: "I don't use instruments, I don't use drugs, I only use massage and acupuncture. Even if it doesn't work, I can't hurt Zhou Lao. You just don't dare to let me play. You're afraid to expose your poor medical skills."

"Joke," Du Jianshe shook his white coat. "I'm the chief doctor of a big hospital. I'm afraid to compare with you, a hairy boy, a wandering doctor in the Jianghu. I'm sure you can't be cured. Since Mr. Zhou doesn't object, you can start. It's agreed in advance. If you can't be cured, I'll not only let the guards drive you away, but also call the police to take you away and say you practice medicine without a license."

"OK!" Lu Chong sneered, "what if I can cure old Zhou?"

Du Jianshe said, "then I won't be Mr. Zhou's attending doctor. You'll be the doctor."

Lu Chong looked at Wu Qingfang and saw her nod gently. He knew that curing old Zhou's disease would be of great benefit to him. He said, "it's a deal."

Lu Chong sat in a chair with his back against the ginkgo tree, stretched out his hands, took out six gold needles from the inner lining of the vest, detoxified the gold needles, pinched them in his hands, and transported the Dragon Qi. The real Qi penetrated into several acupoints around the injury of Zhou Lao's spine through the gold needles. The Dragon Qi has strong recovery characteristics, which can improve the recovery ability of the body and eliminate lesions.

Lu Chong is now only in the seventh weight of Yulong Jue. The self generation speed of Yulong genuine Qi is very slow, and the self generation is far less than consumption. After half an hour, Lu Chong can't hold on. He feels that Yulong genuine Qi is almost exhausted. He quickly stopped and said to Zhou and Wu Qingfang, "I want to adjust my breath."

Du Jianshe said, "if you are incompetent, don't make excuses. Hum, it's still time to admit defeat!"

Old Zhou glared at Du Jianshe: "I feel very comfortable and my waist is gradually recovering. It shows that Xiao Lu does have a set. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll drive you out!"

Du Jianshe had to shut up and looked at Lu Chong fiercely.

After a while, Du Jianshe went out, made a phone call quietly, and then looked at Lu Chong with proud eyes.

Seeing Lu Chong sweating, old Zhou said, "why don't you go back and have a rest for one night, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Lu Chong shook his head: "in this way, after three times, Mr. Zhou, your body will fully recover. What can be completed today, I don't want to delay until tomorrow."

Wu Qingfang took out her fragrant handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Lu Chong's forehead: "don't force yourself."

Lu Chong shook his head: "it's all right. I'll just adjust my breath."

He sat cross legged, with his hands behind his back, close to the ginkgo tree and began to regulate his breath. The ginkgo tree is worthy of being a treasure tree of more than 500 years. There is plenty of vitality under the tree. Lu Chong regulated his breath for half an hour and his true Qi completely recovered.

He stood up and said, "I've finished breathing regulation. Now I'm full of skills. I can treat old Zhou again."

He stretched out his hands again, gathered the Dragon Qi on the gold needle and stuck it on the six acupoints of Zhou Lao's spine. The Dragon Qi was gradually melting the black disease Qi.

In this way, after two times, all the sick Qi was melted by Yulong Zhenqi.

Lu Chong smiled: "Mr. Zhou, try and see if you can stand up."

Zhou Lao felt that his lumbar spine was no longer as tingling as before, and he no longer felt pressed by a thousand kilograms of boulders. With the help of the nurse, he slowly got up from the bed and stood up slowly.

Suddenly, Zhou Lao loosened the nurse's hand and walked steadily forward.

"Great! Great! I can stand up! I can go!" old Zhou walked up to Lu Chong with joy and said excitedly, "there are so many experts and professors in big hospitals who can't help me. Just massage can make me stand up. God doctor, you are a god doctor!"

Lu Chong smiled: "I really don't deserve the title of a miracle doctor. I'm still old Zhou. You're in good health. You can recover with a little massage."

Du Jianshe licked his face and said, "Mr. Zhou, this can't be attributed entirely to him. It's all due to the proper treatment we gave you before. It's going to be effective soon. You'll stand up after he gave you a little acupuncture. In the final analysis, it's still our previous treatment!"

"Du Jianshe!" Mr. Zhou twisted his face and looked at Du Jianshe coldly: "do you still want a face? Do you know how to write the word shame?"

The two guards, the nurse and Wu Qingfang all looked at Du Jianshe with disdain.

Du Jianshe blushed with shame.

At this time, several people with big brimmed hats came in from outside the villa: "we received a report that someone was practicing medicine here without a license!"