"Hey, I said, brother, if you're afraid of a wolf and a tiger, it's reasonable. You're afraid of a dog! Clam, clam, it's killing me. It's the first time I've seen such a dog fearing person. " Dong Wenfeng laughed on the other end of the phone.

Zhenping's face turned red and couldn't say a word. He himself felt very ashamed.

"I don't want to be like this. I really left a shadow when I was a child."

Dong Wenfeng came to be interested. After questioning, he knew that Zhenping was bitten by a dog when he was a child. Although he was chased by a dog at that time, he chased Zhenping's ass, and there are still tooth marks on his ass.

Since then, Zhenping has suffered from the problem of being bitten by a snake for ten years and being afraid of the well rope. At ordinary times, he resolutely refuses to see a dog. There must be no dog within a radius of 100 meters. Even if there are occasional dog advertisements on TV, he has to breathe for a long time.

It has been hidden well over the years. Who knows, when I met Dong Wenfeng, I suddenly revealed my true colors.

"Brother, I tell you, you have to fight poison with poison." Dong Wenfeng said seriously.

"Fight poison with poison?" Zhenping said strangely, "how can we attack poison with poison? You don't want me to fight 300 rounds with a dog? " Before he finished, he trembled.

"What, I tell you, as a man, how can you be afraid of dogs? You know, dogs are good friends of mankind. There's no need to be afraid. If you really want to cure this disease, listen to me and keep a dog! Keep a dog! "

"Keep a dog?!"

Zhenping couldn't help but cry. Dong Wenfeng's suggestion simply forced him to die.

"All right, just listen to me. Qiqi has a dog just right. You may overcome it by contacting more often, and you can take the opportunity to get close to Qiqi." Dong Wenfeng smiled obscene and then hung up the phone.

As for whether Zhenping will do what Dong Wenfeng said, Dong Wenfeng has not considered it, because Zhenping is afraid that this difficulty can be overcome in order to catch up with Qiqi.

Under the influence of Zhenping, Dong Wenfeng decided to walk around the Chen family. Although he had not met the Chen family, under the influence of Grandpa Chen, Dong Wenfeng still had some inexplicable affection.

Swaggering to Chen's house, he saw an old man standing at the door looking anxiously from a distance. Dong Wenfeng wanted the old man to inform him. Who knew that the old man grabbed him.

"Hey, hey, you're here. Come in with me quickly. Miss Qingqing, they're all in a hurry!" Then he couldn't help but pull Dong Wenfeng inside.

"I..."

"What am I? I'll talk about it first!"

Dong Wenfeng glanced helplessly, thinking that he didn't know any young lady. It seems that the old man recognized the wrong person, but anyway, as long as he can go in, don't worry about him.

Through the western style and luxury decorated hall, Dong Wenfeng was led to a room where many people had stood. A haggard old man was lying on the bed, squinting his eyes, and a concerned middle-aged man sat beside the bed, with extraordinary bearing.

"Master, miss, I brought you here."

"Hey, why are you here? Come on! Give my second grandpa a good look. If he is cured, he will be rewarded! " Before Dong Wenfeng said anything, a beautiful and tall woman rushed over and pushed her to the bed without giving Dong Wenfeng a chance to speak.

"I warn you, you must be treated well. As long as you are treated well, I Chen Dana will treat you as a guest of honor. If you don't treat well! Hum, I can't let you stay in Shanghai! " The middle-aged man said coldly.

So he is Chen Dana

Dong Wenfeng sighed and decided to look at the old man in bed first. After all, he has been mistaken. If he doesn't see a doctor and delays his illness, people will have a bad impression. Moreover, since he was taught by Lao Wang, Dong Wenfeng has some confidence in his medical skills.

Seeing, hearing and asking, he pretended to come again. Dong Wenfeng pretended to be meditative. In fact, he was considering whether to go in and explore with genuine Qi.

"Will you see a doctor? If not, get out quickly and don't delay my people! "

A handsome young man with a proud face shouted. I don't know when a doctor in his 30s and 40s came, looking arrogant.

"Who said I wouldn't cure it? Isn't that a cure? Hurry up! " Dong Wenfeng choked impolitely.

"You..."

"All right! Chen Dan, don't disturb the doctor. " The woman was dissatisfied just now, but Chen Dan didn't seem convinced.

"Chen Qing, is the traditional Chinese medicine you're looking for reliable or not? What if you treat grandpa for any problems!"

Chen Qing then had to retort. He was about to quarrel. Chen Dana shouted angrily, which controlled the scene. Dong Wenfeng saw all this. He knew that it was two younger generations of the family competing for favor here.

Genuine Qi slowly enters the old man's body, and Dong Wenfeng gradually knows that the old man is suffering from chronic fatigue. Coupled with organ aging, it is normal to have some complications. The problem is not big, but he needs to consume some genuine Qi.

"Get me eighteen silver needles."

Although it's OK to use genuine Qi directly, considering blocking everyone's mouth, we still need to do some blindfold.

"Cut, as far as I know, every Chinese medicine doctor carries his needle with him and never uses it from outsiders? Why are you different? Aren't you really Chinese medicine? "

A strange voice came. Dong Wenfeng turned his head and saw that it was the doctor. He was looking at himself proudly, as if he had something to hold on to.

"As far as you know? Are you a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine? Do you know I'm detoxifying? Detoxification will pollute the needle, you know? It can only be one-time, okay? " Dong Wenfeng retorted, "really, don't pretend to understand if you don't understand!"

"You..."

The doctor blushed, but he couldn't say a word, because he also knew a little about traditional Chinese medicine, and even felt that Dong Wenfeng's words were reasonable.

"Well, well, don't be wordy. Treat the disease quickly. If it can't be cured, ask you!" Chen Dan couldn't see it anymore and said to help.

"Just..." the doctor quickly agreed and planned to see Dong Wenfeng make a fool of himself.

Although he can't cure it, he knows what disease the old man has. It's lack of vitality. There's no medicine to cure. He can only hang his life with medicine. He doesn't believe that Dong Wenfeng can cure it!

He frowned and picked up the silver needle. Dong Wenfeng's needle was as fast as lightning. In the twinkling of an eye, the old man's face was filled with trembling.

Dong Wenfeng took the old man's arm and began to convey real Qi. The dried internal organs were cheering like rain after a long drought.

"Ah..."

The old man gasped and opened his eyes vaguely.