"Damn it!" Chen An'an cursed, "Don't think that just because you are Zhao Xuan's father, you can talk nonsense!"

Chen An'an clenched his fists. If the other person was also a practitioner, he would have already hit him.

Since eating the blood-red demon flower, his inner anger has become more and more violent.

He is alone. If he really kills someone and hides alone in the wilderness, cultivating alone, one day all attributes will exceed 100. Will guns and ammunition still have an effect on him?

"Hey! You kid, you actually want to hit someone? Hit me!" Zhao Hai glared at Chen An'an, very angry. If his arms weren't skin and bones, he might have already hit someone.

"Don't, don't, don't." Zhao Xuan didn't expect that Chen An'an had changed a lot and actually wanted to beat her father, "Dad, you don't even look at Chen An'an's traditional Chinese medicine, why do you think it's useless?

"

You didn’t even read it, so you call me a liar?

Chen An'an stared at Zhao Hai like a fool.

"Old man, you said that you have taken a lot of medicines, and you should know a little bit about identifying Chinese medicines, right?" Chen An'an planned to ask Zhao Xuan to take out those Chinese medicines and give them to Zhao Hai for a look.

"Okay." Zhao Xuan walked to the trunk, opened the door, took out a piece of dark cooked land, and walked to the back seat, "Dad, take a look."

"What's there to see? I've never seen anything familiar. They're all liars, making some garbage to sell!"

While cursing, he stretched out his hand to catch the dark ripe ground.

But the next second, he was stunned.

The medicine jars that have been used for more than ten years are not for nothing. The cooked land sold by Chen An'an is the best quality he has ever seen, and it has even exceeded the level of exports to Fusang Country and Chao Country!

"This..." At this moment, he stuttered.

80 yuan per pound is really not expensive!

But then, he turned his face and said, "Humph! What am I going to do? Even if I eat Thousand-year Ginseng, my disease will not be cured. Unless I eat Xuehong."

Before he finished speaking, he shut up and looked at Chen An'an impatiently, "Hey, kid, I advise you to be kind. I've seen people like you a lot. In the past, I could do it with just one toe.

I’ll trample you to death!”

Blood red?

Chen An'an's scalp tightened and his pupils shrank. Did the word "blood red" have something to do with the "blood red demon flower"? This old guy actually stopped talking halfway through.

No, it must be tricked out!

Chen Anping pretended not to understand anything, "Old man, if you have any idea what you can eat that can cure your disease, just tell me?"

"Chen An'an, my father is talking nonsense again. He always talks about things that don't exist. You must not listen to his nonsense!" Zhao Xuan looked at Chen An'an apologetically.

"Xuanxuan, why are you extending your elbows outwards! Oh, you loser, you don't even understand!" Zhao Hai looked at Chen An'an with disdain.

"Go away!" Chen An'an yelled at Zhao Hai. Even though Zhao Hai was Zhao Xuan's father, this man's words were too unpleasant. Since he couldn't get anything out of him, it was better to drive him away.

Chen An'an issued an eviction order: "Zhao Xuan, the cooked land I sell is all genuine. Whether it can cure your father's disease is beyond my control. I am very happy that you trust me so much."

"I am Cao!" Zhao Hai is not a polite person, he only writes articles when he opens his mouth. "You are just a loser. You don't know shit, so you started to modify the Wudang Forty-nine Style Tai Chi Sword. Do you think you are Zhang Sanfeng!

"

Chen An'an was shocked.

It was not that he was frightened by what Zhao Hai said, but the implicit meaning in his words.

Zhao Xuan has been posting his Tai Chi sword videos online for more than a day or two. With Zhao Xuan’s huge traffic and some awesome friends from all walks of life, almost everyone admires Chen An’an’s sword skills.

superb.

But no one commented on Chen Anping’s unauthorized modification of his swordsmanship!

And this Zhao Xuan's father can actually see the clues, it's amazing!

Could it be that he is also a practitioner?

Chen An'an was shocked. Could he be a practitioner whose foundation was damaged, or a peerless master with vicious eyesight?

"You know nothing!" Chen An'an pretended to be angry, "I practice Tai Chi sword very well. Many practitioners who have won provincial competitions say that I practice Tai Chi sword to perfection!

"

"Hmph! Those people are just trash, they only know how to show off, how could they tell the difference in your swordsmanship! Boy, as a swordsman, you have really disgraced us, and you still say you are not a trash

!" Zhao Hai looked at Chen An'an with disdain.

"Hmph! It sounds like you understand what you said!" Chen Anping was very disdainful.

"Before I was injured, I could trample you to death a hundred times with one toe. I can break your broken sword skills with one finger!"

"Just blow it!"

"Hey! You kid! Let me tell you, just practicing swordsmanship is of no use. Without inner strength and mental skills, you will always be a dabbler!"

Internal strength and mind method!!!

Chen An'an's pupils shrank again, and he actually pulled out such an amazing thing!

"What bullshit internal skills and mental methods, I still have genetic energy!" Chen An'an pretended to be disdainful.

"What bullshit gene energy!" Zhao Hai had obviously never heard of this term, let alone watched the anime.

"Dad, it's the technique in the anime that can evolve genes." Zhao Xuan added.

"That...that's more or less what it means!" Zhao Hai said casually: "Boy, if you can cure my illness, I promise to teach you inner strength and mental methods. It's a pity, you can't cure my illness.

, you will never learn the internal skills and mental methods, and you will always be a waste!"

"You old guy, you are so arrogant, you really think you have some skills! Even if I have a way to cure your disease, I will not treat you!" Chen An'an and Zhao Xuan are not very familiar with each other, and they don't trust them enough.

Even more unwilling to hand over the blood-red demon flower to them.

Chen An'an, who said the dirty words, felt relaxed. He no longer had that timid feeling of restraint. It was like a 300-pound fat man who had lost 200 pounds of flesh. He felt refreshed beyond words.

"Doctor Chen..." Zhao Xuan looked at Chen Anping. He knew that Chen Anping was a doctor. He knew that Chen Anping's professional ethics was to treat illnesses and save people. No matter whether the patient was good or bad, he must treat them equally.

She intentionally called Chen An'an "Dr. Chen" because he heard Chen An'an's words, "Even if I have a way to cure your disease, I will not treat you!" It really goes against the professional ethics of doctors.

As an excellent reporter, she has seen many doctors treat butchers who kill without blinking an eye, and she has even seen doctors treat gangsters who injured their own children.

He has hope for Chen Anping.

Modern medicine, when treating patients with nerve damage like his father, often uses a large amount of hormone therapy in the early stages of the disease. However, in the later stages of sequelae, physical therapy such as rehabilitation and acupuncture is combined with appropriate drug treatment.

And Chen An'an is a professional doctor in this field. Although she is only a former doctor at the County People's Hospital, she has already inquired that Chen An'an is the best in the field of rehabilitation in their hospital.

Suddenly hearing Zhao Xuan call herself "Dr. Chen," Chen An'an's mouth closed as he wanted to continue his quarrel.

It had been a long time since he heard anyone call him doctor.

Thinking about it, if he practices more in a mountain village and makes a living by digging medicine, he will have free time, but the original feeling of being in the hospital will never come back, which makes him miss it very much.

"Dr. Chen, do you really have a way to cure my father's disease?"

"I can give it a try. The possibility of a cure is very high, but don't even think about guaranteeing it. We who work in the hospital dare not say that we are 100% confident that it will be cured." Chen An'an said casually.

However, he was not sure whether the so-called inner strength and mental skills that Zhao Hai said existed in this world, and even if there were, he was not sure whether Zhao Hai was fooling him.

"Trash, since there is no way to cure it, how can you refund the 8,000 yuan!" Zhao Hai said simply when he heard that Chen An'an was not 100% confident.

His disease has been treated for decades, and even though he has seemingly given up on treatment, what fool would really give up hope of recovery?

Besides, the person he talks about was once a person who could crush Chen Anping to death with just one toe.

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A new plot is about to be released. This time I plan to finish one plot and move on to the next, so don’t jump around.
Chapter completed!