Five hours later, Cheng Chuan returned to the experience hall.

When he saw Cheng Chuan, Cui Xiaoliu took out a notebook with excitement and handed it to Cheng Chuan.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m shocked when I see it.

Unexpectedly, after the two days after Cheng Chuan left, more than 80 customers came to experience it under Cui Xiaoliu's recommendation.

In two days, the revenue was as high as 16,000, which was the total of previous turnover.

"Xiao Liu, you can, keep cheering."

After Cheng Chuan finished speaking, he transferred 8,000 yuan to Cui Xiaoliu, and agreed that one person was halfway.

After instructing Cui Xiaoliu to continue guarding the experience hall, Cheng Chuan turned around and walked towards Mr. Meng's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

"Brother Ogawa, are you back?" As soon as I entered the Chinese Medicine Clinic, Meng Xiaoli came over enthusiastically.

"Well, Xiaoli, is Grandpa Meng here?" Cheng Chuan asked.

"Here, grandpa is in the inner room." Meng Xiaoli nodded.

Cheng Chuan quickly followed Meng Xiaoli into the inner room and met Meng Bailing.

"What? Cheng Chuan, have you figured it out?" Meng Bailing asked with interest.

"Well, Mr. Meng, I decided to study medicine with you." Cheng Chuan said frankly.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, then you will become the 43rd generation disciple of my Medicine King Sect and will also be my closed disciple."

Meng Bailing looked excited and said three good words in succession. Cheng Chuan was quite mysterious and could definitely carry forward the lineage of Medicine King Sect.

However, Meng Xiaoli pouted, and her wishful thinking was immediately lost. She wanted to chase Cheng Chuan again and had to change the rules.

"Cheng Chuan pays homage to the master." Cheng Chuan wanted to salute, but was stopped by Meng Bailing.

"No, no hurry, you can only be considered my registered disciple now."

"Let me call back your incompetent senior brothers and sisters. After performing the apprenticeship ceremony, you will be considered a formal disciple of my Medicine King Sect."

Meng Boling stood up and paced back and forth in the inner room, as if he was planning the ceremony of apprenticeship.

"Cheng Chuan understands that everything is followed by the master's arrangement."

Seeing this, Cheng Chuan could only nod and wait for Meng Bailing's arrangement.

"Cruff..."

At this moment, a sharp brake sound suddenly came from the door, followed by the sound of the car door opening and closing rapidly.

Two sounds of footsteps came from far to near, and they walked towards the yard of the Chinese Medicine Museum.

"Doctor Meng, is Doctor Meng here?" An old voice came.

Meng Bailing hurriedly took Cheng Chuan and Meng Xiaoli out, but there were two old men outside.

One was wearing a golden robe, with a majestic demeanor and a hint of urgency on his face.

One of them was wearing a blue shirt with sharp eyes, but he was extremely anxious at this moment.

"Dr. Huang, why are you here?" Meng Boling recognized the identity of the old man in golden robe at a glance.

Pengcheng's mysterious Yinfu, the controller of Yuehe Group, Huangshanhe.

"Doctor Meng, the dog's son was in a car accident and his life was on the verge of being on the verge of being a thread. Doctor Meng also asked him to take action."

Huang Shanhe clasped his fists at Meng Bailing, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Meng Bailing had already announced that he would not go to the hospital again.

However, this time, his eldest son fell off a cliff in a racing car and was seriously injured. Although he had received multiple treatments, his life was still hanging on the line.

The doctor said that if you cannot wake up today, you will die directly.

Meng Bailing has a magic needle passed down from ancestors, which can save people from dying.

Many years ago, he had a serious illness, and multiple treatments failed. In the end, Meng Boling took action and cured him.

This time, there was no choice but to come over and ask Meng Boling to take action again.

"Oh, let's take me to see."

Meng Bailing sighed. It was not that he didn't want to treat him, but his Nine Needles of Medicine King needed the Yuqi Xing Needle.

In recent years, his health has been getting worse day by day, and he was injured just now, so he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything when he fell.

After saying that, Meng Bailing turned around and entered the inner room, took out a medicine box, followed Huang Shanhe into the car, and wanted to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Huang, I want to bring another person."

Meng Boling thought for a while, stopped Huang Shanhe's car, opened the window, and waved to Cheng Chuan.

Cheng Chuan hurriedly ran over, and at the instructor of Meng Boling, he opened the passenger's door and sat up.

"Doctor Meng, who is this?" Huang Shanhe didn't understand why Meng Boling called Cheng Chuan.

"My closed disciple, Cheng Chuan." Meng Boling responded and did not speak anymore.

Seeing that Meng Bailing didn't want to say much, Huangshanhe stopped asking more questions.

I just sat behind and observed Cheng Chuan carefully, but found that as soon as Cheng Chuan got in the car, he closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping.

Little did he know that Cheng Chuan had already realized that at this moment, he had already escaped into the alien space and came to Cang Yun.

"Master, you are here. I have already refined a soul recovery pill. Do you want it now?" Cang Yun asked gently.

Cheng Chuan nodded, walked over and touched Cang Yun's gentle face, and was even more concerned about Cang Yun's promotion.

He naturally knew the reason why Meng Boling brought him with him, probably to prevent it, so he could use the Soul Recovery Pill to save the life of the eldest son of Huang Dong.

He glanced at Su Yu behind Cangyun. Su Yu pretended not to hear Cheng Chuan coming in, and deliberately stood in the crystal box with a closed rest.

Cheng Chuan didn't want to bother her. He chatted with Cang Yun for a while, then he fled out of the alien space with the soul-recovering pill.

After a while, the Rolls-Royce in Huangshanhe arrived at the destination, Pengcheng First People's Hospital.

He hurriedly took Meng Bailing and Cheng Chuan to the intensive care unit. As soon as he arrived at the door of the intensive care unit, he heard an old woman's wailing sound coming from inside.

"William..."

Huang Shanhe's body trembled and he was about to fall down. The butler hurriedly supported him.

When everyone walked into the intensive care unit, they found that the doctor was covering the man on the bed with a white cloth.

The man was Huang Shanhe's eldest son, Huang Jiwei.

On the side were an old woman crying and wailing, and a pretty and pale woman.

The old woman is Huang Shanhe's wife, Li Wanjun, and the woman is his second daughter, Huang Yin

Seeing Huang Shanhe coming in, Li Wanjun shouted in tears, "Shanhe, Weier..."

Huang Yin also ran over and threw himself into Huang Shanhe's arms, sobbing, "Dad, brother is gone..."

Huang Shanhe slowly pushed Huang Yin away. For a moment, his steps trembled slightly, and he walked hunched over toward the Huang Jiwei covered with white cloth.

He slowly lifted the white cloth and looked at Huang Jiwei's blue-gray face. Huang Shanhe touched his trembling hands.

Cold, stiff, lifeless.

Huangshanhe could no longer help but sighed to the sky, tears flowing all over his body, and sobbing and speechless.

"Oh..." Meng Boling sighed, but unexpectedly came one step late.
Chapter completed!