Xuan Qi was stunned and reached out to help Liu Ming who was bowing down: "It's just a joke. You can't take it seriously, and you can't take it seriously."

Liu Ming shook his head and said, "I took it seriously, and I took it seriously. I have lived for a long time and never joked. Ding is Ding Mao or Mao. Since I lost, I will admit it."

Xue Qidong, who was standing by, already understood the whole story and immediately whispered in Xuan Qi's ear: "It's not you who worships you, but the golden needle acupoint, the local treatment technique..."

After hearing this, Xuan Qi understood that in this fast-paced society, one step ahead represents endless wealth. Liu Ming saw the convenience in traditional Chinese medicine. This skill has a leap forward. In the future, minimally invasive treatment will show its skills in some diseases. Foreign countries have also begun to conduct research on this aspect. The golden needles mastered by Xuan Qi once again are at the forefront of the world.

The fame and fortune that he sought was nothing wrong. Looking at Liu Ming, Xuan Qi was helpless. If he refused him, it would be like offending the group of academic masters in front of him. If he agreed to him, he would not have so much time. While thinking, he looked at Xue Qidong, and Xuan Qi suddenly had a good idea.

After reaching out to help Liu Ming up, Xuan Qi said loudly: "Everyone is a doctor, there is no need to see you like this. As for the apprenticeship, it's all for the sake of paying respects. After all, Xuan is still young." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Liu Ming open his mouth, and Xuan Qi waved his hand directly: "Listen to me."

"Traditional medicine has the benefits of traditional Chinese medicine, and Western medicine has the beauty of Western medicine. The reason why traditional Chinese medicine has been misunderstood in recent years is because there are extremely important opinions among the various portals." Xuan Qi said frankly because these are facts. The experts around him nodded thoughtfully. Isn't it because of his portals that some good prescriptions for curing diseases and saving lives were lost and brought into the coffin by the stubborn old doctor.

"Now Mr. Xue plans to give up these views and ask Xue Qidong and Brother Xue to try to combine Chinese and Western styles. If you are interested, please help Brother Xue, while discussing academically, and making progress together." Xuan Qi Tai Chi pusher played well, and directly pushed the troubles in his eyes to Xue Qidong. In Xue Qidong's eyes, these are not troubles but helps.

The experts around all pointed their heads and thought that this might be a good way. Liu Ming shook his head directly: "No, since I have worshipped Xuan Qi as my teacher, I am Xuan Qi's disciple, and Xue Qidong will be my master from now on." The old guy was stubborn at this moment and said he was useless to persuade him.

The experts around were stunned at first and then suddenly realized, and exchanged a glance with each other. Liu Ming was really clever. Although Mr. Xue wanted to get rid of his family, his five fingers were different. After all, he would be able to get in touch with the core things more than outsiders.

This is not an ugly bad root, but a human nature. After all, everyone's heart is not in the middle, so it would be strange if it is not biased.

Xue Qidong knew the principle of struggling while the iron was hot. He was still hesitating these days. How could he find the first group of followers, transform them into pioneers, and coordinate and allocate them in the name of associations or other forms. Now that such an opportunity has emerged, he naturally needs to seize it.

In order to learn more knowledge, the doctors around Xue Qidong deliberately surrounded him, and they would not miss this opportunity that could be used to improve medicine.

The two sides hit it off and met directly. The more they talked, the more they felt they had a favor, so they occupied the hospital's conference room and continued to discuss the details. Xuan Qi stayed inside for a while, and then left the conference room. They chatted too deeply, and Xuan Qi no longer wanted to touch it inside, so he could easily avoid the right and wrong.

Next to the hospital was a garden. Xuanqi's road race stopped beside the garden and got on a motorcycle. Xuanqi grabbed his helmet and was about to buckle it on his head, but suddenly a sound of a slap came from his ears.

An orange-red ball rolled over from the concrete road in the garden and rolled to Xuan Qi's feet. Xuan Qi raised his eyes and went to the end of the garden path. At the end there was an octagonal pavilion. In the pavilion, an old man with chaotic eyes was sitting in a wheelchair, with saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was looking at Xuan Qi with those almost innocent eyes. To be precise, he was looking at the ball at Xuan Qi's feet.

The softness in Xuan Qi's heart was touched, and he was old and the old man. Looking at the old man in front of him, Xuan Qi felt as if he saw his grandfather. He reached out to pick up the ball on the ground, walked into the garden step by step, and placed the ball in front of the old man. The old man immediately grinned his already tilted mouth, smiled slowly, and then picked up the ball again.

The beginning of a person's life is extremely similar to the end of life, just like a repetition after reincarnation. He came to this world ignorantly, cried loudly, and then enjoyed the last time of life ignorantly, laughing foolishly.

Xuan Qi looked at his face covered with old man spots and suddenly felt that life was the same as the withering and flourishing of leaves. The new leaves continued to grow, from green buds to broad leaves, then withered to yellow, trembling with the wind on the branches until it was finally weak, torn apart by the violent cold wind, and finally rolled into the soil on the ground.

Looking at the clothes on his chest that were wet with saliva, Xuan Qi felt his temples pounding. Does the scene at this moment look like a newborn baby?

The old man suddenly heard the voice of the old man: "The end of life is the beginning of life, and the beginning of life is also the end of life. This is an extremely indescribable cycle, and naturally it has similarities. Time passes through, and fortune is like a plate. If you cannot break through the three realms and five elements, you will eventually be ground into powder by this fortune."

Xuan Qi's heart was stable, and the soul-rest jade on his chest emitted awe-inspiring light, and his whole body was peaceful and comfortable. Xuan Qi nodded silently and said, "Family is like a plate, I will not be ground into a pile of loess by him." As he said that, he looked at the old man, and then used the Qi-detection technique to find that he had just some blood clots in his head and his bloodline was not intact, which caused him to be like this now. It was just a matter of raising his hands to treat him.

Xuan Qi's eyes were as bright as light, looking at the lesions in the medical field, then reached out and pressed it on the temples on both sides of the old man. The true qi in the Qi Realm gushed out like a tide, directly acting on the old man's head. The true qi trembled left and right, shaking constantly, shaking the blocked blood clots directly. Then he continued to gush down, and the true qi combed the blood in the old man's head like a drill.

When a person is old and his body is weak, his qi and blood will be insufficient, and even exhausted, so it is easy to form blood clots and easily lead to other tragedies. These are the poison left by time in the human body. An unsuppressible outbreak will cost most people's lives. Even if you can temporarily suppress it, you cannot resist the continued erosion of time and eventually die of illness on the sickbed.

Xuan Qi frowned, and the good man did it to the end and sent the Buddha to the west. Since he had already made a move, he would make him successful. Xuan Qi bowed his waist and thrust his horse. His big hands were like a dark cloud covering the top of the old man's heavenly spirit cover. The spiritual energy was like a tide, gushing everywhere, and soon walked through the old man's whole body. The blood of the lesions was filtered. The true qi was like a big net, which netted all the bad things and then passed them into the internal organs through capillaries.

As the blood was filtered, Xuan Qi's true energy wandered to the internal organs and washed all the places. These dirty and filthy things were concentrated in the old man's throat.

"It's now" Xuan Qi suddenly felt kind-hearted, concentrated all the true energy in his body and injected it into the old man's body. Then Xuan Qi retreated back and sat on the railing of the pavilion.

The old man with a crooked mouth and saliva suddenly coughed violently, and a stream of black thick phlegm burst out from his throat. These were the poison left by time in his body. After the last thick black and smelly phlegm was spit out, the old man whispered, "I'm almost suffocating me to death." As he said that, his eyes flashed with bright light, and he looked at Xuan Qi with no anger.

Xuan Qi didn't expect that the old man he rescued was actually a character. Just looking at his tiger aura, he might also be a high-ranking official. Xuan Qi didn't want to provoke too much cause and effect, so he nodded at the old man and turned around.

The old man looked at Xuan Qi's back in surprise, then at the thick phlegm on the ground, and the memory of his breaking open. In the end, there was only one possibility left, that is, this young man helped him.

An old lady with silver hair and a red complexion, carrying a vegetable basket woven by rattan, walked to the old man in a hurry, pushed the wheelchair and said, "I'll cook for you when I get home. What do you want to eat today at noon?" The old lady just asked casually, which was more like a kind of mumbling to herself.

"Pork stewed vermicelli" the old man in the wheelchair answered directly, and shook his head and said, "It's good to sit on this chair."

"Yeah, I'll make it for you when I go back." The old lady agreed casually, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Her boss had a cerebral thrombosis and could no longer speak after hemiplegia. How could she say such a standard pork stewed vermicelli?

The old lady quickly stopped the car and turned to see the old man. Then she found that the sick old man had a flushed face at this moment, and there was no sensation. She shouted in surprise: "Lao Zhang, are you doing well?"

"Of course it's good," said Mr. Zhang, and patted the wheelchair's deputy: "Now I'm a little dizzy and weak. I'll make a few hard dishes for me at noon. After I've had enough food, I'll go to Lao Sheng to fight with him."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," the old lady nodded repeatedly. Mr. Zhang was seriously ill these days, as if there was a shadow of a house falling down. Now that the old lady is healing, the old lady feels that the dark clouds are dissipated. She is about to go home, but suddenly the old lady stops her foot again and looks at Mr. Zhang with a red face, a trace of doubt flashes in her heart. Is this the legendary return?

Thinking of this, regardless of Mr. Zhang's objection, he pushed him into the hospital and asked the experts in the conference room to check his health carefully for Mr. Zhang. After some trouble, every doctor's eyes flashed in disbelief, and then he shouted unreliable words such as medical miracles and gods and Buddhas.
Chapter completed!