"Chronic diseases are caused by memory patterns..."

Mr. Yin frowned and savored for a while, suddenly couldn't help but stroking his palm and laughed: "It's interesting, so interesting. I've read countless doctors, and all kinds of diagnostic reports, and my ears are broken. This is the first time I have heard such an interesting and novel statement."

The burly guard next to him also murmured thoughtfully: "It's contrary to common sense, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to make some sense."

Song Che glanced at the guard's calloused hands and said, "Just talk about you, you have been practicing martial arts for many years and practiced guns. Now if someone stands in front of you and suddenly attacks you, your body's memory pattern will feel like it will be a protective counterattack. Even if you give you a gun now, you can skillfully load the fire with your eyes closed. Therefore, there is actually a memory pattern, both muscles and organs, which is nothing more than a difference between good or bad."

"You can see this!" the guard said in surprise.

"Okay, Huarong, this little guy is really not worth measuring by common sense. We can't underestimate it."

Mr. Yin didn’t know if it was because of the asthma was relieved or his mood was in a good mood, but his face became refreshed and relaxed again.

But when he looked at Song Che, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he pondered: "Let me guess, your acupoint pressing technique just now was passed down from your grandfather's ability. As for you to change my breathing frequency, it was to impose psychological hints on my trachea, interrupting your so-called bad memory pattern, right?"

"Almost, this is also some of my own experiences. I can't say that it is so profound and clever. I can only use it temporarily. To be safe, it is better to carry the medicine with you." Song Che warned, "Although asthma is caused by chronic inflammation, it is always a physiological emergency. In this regard, Western medicine can undoubtedly play the most stable effect."

"Usually, people who are a little brain-minded should take this opportunity to continue brainwashing me and make me respect it more. You are good enough to help me, but instead say that my own tricks are just a trick. I advise me to continue using Western medicine methods." Old Yin smiled playfully.

He has been in a prosperous life, and no one has ever seen him.

The most common one is a capable person.

But often, if these capable people show some clever means in front of them, they will inevitably seek benefits.

"That's because I don't expect anything from you." Song Che smiled and said, "Last time you gave me Shangfang Sword, I'll give you a favor this time, so everyone can settle the matter."

"You are really the same as your grandfather!"

Mr. Yin couldn't help but sigh: "But you have one advantage compared to your grandfather, that is, you are more flexible, which is very rare."

Song Che shook his head and said, "It's not that Grandpa is not able to adapt, but he is old and the meaning of adaptation is not much."

"That's right, this era depends on you young people who know how to keep pace with the times." Old Yin also had a good temper of being kind. After thinking about it, he turned his head and ordered the guard Hua Rong: "Leave your number for him."

Huarong's face changed, but he still took out a note from his pocket as he spoke, wrote a number on it, and handed it to Song Che, saying, "This is my private number. Because my position is special, if there is nothing important, you can send a text message first."

Song Che did not politely reject Mr. Yin's intention.

Old Yin is of high power, and even major leaders at the provincial and ministerial level or even at the vice-national level may not be able to easily contact him.

Now, he asked the personal guard to leave the number to Song Che, which undoubtedly made Song Che look for him directly if he encountered difficult things that could not be solved in the future.

What a precious treatment this is?!

Song Che solemnly put the sticky note paper in his pocket, but he didn't want to have the chance to make this call.

At this time, the rash assistant hurriedly rushed back with the medicine.

Song Che stood up and said goodbye.

But as soon as the person stood up, a group of people appeared behind the rash assistant.

In addition to the handsome young man in the lead, the group of guys behind him were the "demolition team" led by Fei Long.

"Sir Chang, that kid!"

As soon as Fei Long entered the door, he immediately pointed to Song Che and said with a grim smile: "This kid is still addicted to sitting here and has never left, which saves us a lot of time."

"Idiot! Stupid ball!" Chang Muping scolded, instead: "Such a little boy scares you, it's such a fucking shame to me!"

Even though he scolded, he still looked around vigilantly, looked at Old Yin and others, and questioned: "Is this the person that kid wants to meet?"

The slut who was in charge of stalking came up and said, "It seems to be yes, it seems not..."

"You don't have eyes, are you?" Young Master Chang was very anxious about the IQ of these subordinates.

"Because he just entered the private room inside, met people for a while, and after coming out, he met these people again..." the bastard explained vaguely.

"The more you listen, the more messy you get. Get out of here!"

Chang Muping kicked the stupid ball and led the man straight towards Song Che's table.

When Song Che saw this group of people, he guessed that the leader was probably Chang Muping, Fei Long's master, turned his head to Old Yin and said, "I'm sorry, I'll cause some trouble, you'd better avoid suspicion."

Guard Hua Rong also saw that the group of people were looking for trouble and asked Mr. Yin to instruct: "Old Chief, let's go back first."

"No one can leave now!"

Chang Muping stood in front of the seat, stared at Song Che fiercely, and said, "Let this kid explain the words clearly first."

As he said that, Fei Long and other gangsters immediately surrounded Song Che and others.

Old Yin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Little guy, there are indeed quite a lot of things you have to worry about."

"It makes you laugh. Maybe you are often experiencing blood recently, which makes you prone to provoke some flies." Song Che also said helplessly.

When Chang Muping heard that he was described as a fly, he felt that his face was damaged and said sternly: "I dare to pretend to be garlic in front of me. Boy, I heard that you are a doctor. I will leave this. If you can't invite leaders at the municipal level or above to protect you today, I will definitely let you go back to the hospital to treat yourself!"

Before Song Che could respond, when the people at the hotel water bar looked at the conflict, they stepped forward and advised: "Please calm down. If there is any misunderstanding, we will contact the police to deal with it. Please do not affect other guests."

"No need to contact me, I've called the police to come."

Chang Muping replied very pretentiously, regardless of the guards such as Huarong, he sat opposite Mr. Yin with a swagger and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything. No matter how you are, I am also a person with status. Even if I step on you to death, I don't want to dirty my shoes. I just need a phone call, and some obedient dogs will help me bite you to death. I am kind-hearted and give this kid a chance to kneel in front of me now and kowtow three times. I can let him suffer less."

"Tsk tsk, this line is so majestic and domineering, and it's a great qualification to play a villain!"
Chapter completed!