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Lei Shi also introduced Mr. Deng’s identity to Chen Xia, which was quite obscure.

Chen Xia could hear that Mr. Deng was not an ordinary person. He was the kind of upper class that would tremble when he stomped his feet in Kyoto.

Lei Shi is not ordinary anymore. Kyoto is a true figure with a wide connection, let alone Mr. Deng.

A thin man in his fifties next to him was Xie Kun, the superior of Lei Shi.

He had at least 30,000 people in his hands. He had done things under Mr. Deng. Lei Shi and Longjiang worked under Mr. Xie Kun.

Everyone exchanged greetings.

As for the three middle-aged people standing by, they were not in the same group as Mr. Deng, but were here to have a relationship with Mr. Deng.

After listening to Lei Shi's introduction and communication, he probably knew that Chen Xia was the vice president of the China Martial Arts Association and was at the level of a martial arts master. They were respectful and heard that the war zone had changed its military boxing training techniques, which seemed to be designed by this young man.

Suddenly they came over and shook hands.

"Don't stand, go into the house!"

Mr. Deng smiled and welcomed Chen Xia into the villa inside. The three middle-aged men bit the bullet and wanted to be together, but were sent away by Mr. Deng. There were too many people looking for him every day, so he didn't have time to accompany them.

You know, when these people go down to some cities, the district mayors of the city will come out to meet them in person, and they dare not offend them at all, but now Deng can't live with them, mainly because they meet Chen Xia.

After a group of people entered the villa, Chen Xia found that the single-family villa was very elegant and had a wide area, with a garden, lawn, and a fountain pool.

Although it is not as good as Chen Xia’s villa in Jiangzhong City, as a retired old man, being arranged here is also extremely high. It is not something that can be lived with money.

After entering the villa lobby, Chen Xia saw that the walls were hung with Mr. Deng’s medals and honor cards, which were dazzling in color.

Before, Deng was in the war zone and later entered the political center. These were some of his previous commendations.

The nanny at home has already prepared the lunch meal and is waiting for Chen Xia to come. A very sumptuous lunch.

Everyone sat together to chat, drink, and eat.

Mr. Deng admires Chen Xia's strength, and martial arts are naturally indispensable in the topic.

After eating, everyone exchanged martial arts in the garden.

Since Chen Xia is here, he will communicate with Mr. Deng and show his own martial arts.

Mr. Deng was a little ashamed. Compared with Chen Xia, his martial arts were completely fancy.

Bang bang bang bang bang…

Chen Xia used a little fist and sword technique at will, which made people amazed his smooth movements and his style was a master of martial arts. He had no choice in kung fu.

Everyone stood on the lawn of the garden and bragged to each other, which was quite pleasant, but Chen Xia didn't have to brag, he was real.

"Mr. Chen is optimistic! I have been practicing this ball for several years, and most people can't play it..."

Mr. Deng rolled around with a white shot put on his body, which looked interesting.

He rolled from his left hand to his right hand, back and chest, slipping very much.

It is difficult for young people to play, so Mr. Deng plays smoothly.

"Old Deng is so good at playing the shot put." Xie Kun said with a smile. He knew that this requires a very high skill.

"Mr. Chen also tried it?" Mr. Deng closed the fairway.

"I usually play that way..." Chen Xia pointed to the distance.

"..." Everyone followed Chen Xia's hand and looked at the top of a fountain in the middle of the garden, with a large stone ball placed on the top.

"Mr. Chen, aren't you kidding? This... this stone ball is more than 200 pounds!"

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A large stone ball of 240 kilograms and a foot of one radius rolled around Chen Xia. He even threw it up to catch it more than three meters high.

His figure moved left and right, playing with big stones. In fact, this is a little bit of a matter of play. He played with three or four hundred kilograms of stones in the mountains and forests, but this ball is relatively round and can play with tricks.

The big ball was thrown around by Chen Xia, and finally placed it at the top of the pool. He clapped his hands. His relaxed appearance made Mr. Deng and others take a breath.

This is not an embroidery ball, it is a stone ball worth more than 200 kilograms, and the weight is equivalent to six buckets of water.

But Chen Xia threw it a few meters high like a toy.

Can you still use your chest to hold it up with one hand?

"Mr. Chen is so amazing! Can anyone practice traditional martial arts to this level?" Mr. Deng said in horror.

Lei Shi smiled and said, "No. We can't see any other place."

It is very rare to see such martial arts masters with their own eyes in reality. At least they were completely conquered by Chen Xia.

"Mr. Deng." When everyone was having a happy exchange, the nanny came over next to her.

Holding a tray with both hands, a glass of water and two pills on it.

Mr. Deng took it and drank it in casually.

"Cough cough..." After drinking, Mr. Deng went to the garbage bag next to him to cough twice, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

"Haha, sorry Mr. Chen, I have some minor problems in my body..."

When Mr. Deng took office when he was young, although he had some relationships to take care of him, he still had to continue to engage in competitors. He was often under pressure, which would hurt his body over time.

After all, anger hurts the liver, may hurt the kidneys, and other reactions. Fortunately, he has escaped completely and can cultivate with peace of mind.

His life has been smooth sailing, and now he only hopes to live a few more years.

This is also the reason why he had a special liking for traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts in his later years.

"Old Deng should be thinking too much and his body is blocked." Chen Xia glanced at Old Deng's face and said.

"Mr. Chen understands traditional Chinese medicine?"

"I know something!"

Mr. Deng's face moved slightly, and he felt that people like Chen Xia still knew Chinese medicine, but it seemed that it was not unacceptable.

Mr. Deng smiled and then expressed his hope that Chen Xia would take his pulse.

He has many minor problems, including cold body, blocked meridians, tight back, soreness in the waist and back pain. He has seen many experts and professors, and even foreign professors have invited them to show them, but it is useless.

At this time, Chen Xia placed it on Mr. Deng’s wrist and probably knew what was going on: “The acupuncture points near the Ren Mai and the shoulder area are blocked, so they will have back pain, tight back, and congestion in the liver meridian, which leads to these minor problems.”

"Mr. Chen is right." Mr. Deng nodded, feeling that Chen Xia knows more than him, and he couldn't help but ask about the specific condition.

Chen Xia said: "Your most important question is actually the spleen and stomach!"

"Spleen and stomach?"

"Um."

Chen Xia smiled and said, "The spleen is the source of phlegm. The spleen is most afraid of two situations: one is qi trapping and the other is dampness trapping. The spleen is equivalent to the central hub of the qi system in the whole body, responsible for the transfer of water and valleys.

If you think too much and consume your vital energy, you will not be able to spread the vital energy, and you will be troubled by spleen yang. Unfavorable water transfer will stagnate into phlegm and be sent to the lungs. It will lead to excessive phlegm, insufficient qi, and blocked meridians, resulting in some minor problems."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Chen knew so well about traditional Chinese medicine. I have been studying traditional Chinese medicine for seven or eight years, so it's just some tricks."

"I wonder if Mr. Chen has a treatment method?"

Although Mr. Deng didn't have any hope, the person in front of him was not an ordinary person.

Chen Xia nodded: "This is very simple!"

“It’s very simple?”

"Yes!" Chen Xia smiled and said, "As long as Qigong physiotherapy is used to improve the meridians!"

So, at the request of Mr. Deng.

Chen Xia's fingers twitched behind him, as if he was electrocuted.

Mr. Deng felt a hot air behind him. A stream of heat penetrated his body.

After eight minutes.

"Cough cough..." Old Deng said, and the nanny quickly brought the garbage bag. He spitted four times with a thick yellow phlegm.

After Chen Xia's operation, Mr. Deng started vomiting. Everyone thought something was wrong.

Only Mr. Deng knew that after coughing, he felt relaxed all over. Compared to before, his back was not tight and his shoulders were not numb. His face was also rosy.

"I have opened up the blocked areas! As long as you pay attention to your diet in the future, don't smoke and drink, stick to health, go to bed early and get up early, there is nothing serious."

This kind of thing is easy for Chen Xia. After all, he has profound internal skills and is specialized in treating difficult and complicated diseases.

He knew that Mr. Deng knew many people, and if someone came to him for treatment, he could make money. Mr. Deng was a good publicity function.

"Mr. Chen, I won't say anything more. If Mr. Chen has anything to do in the future, I will definitely not refuse if I can help."

Mr. Deng suddenly grabbed Chen Xia's hand and felt that Chen Xia was more than just understanding traditional Chinese medicine, he was simply a genius doctor.

Lei Shi and others present also boasted.
To be continued...