"Are you really an old man?"

Cha Xiaoyi stared at Tang Ning. After all, the familiar man in front of her was clearly different from the old man Tang she remembered.

How long has it been passed?

Two months...No, less than yet.

How can we transform from an old paralyzed old man to a lively young man in such a short time?

Cultivate the truth?

"Do you want to test my husband's memory?" Li Daitao's dead-end Tang Ning was not frightened at all. He integrated the original memory of Mr. Tang. In theory, it was true Mr. Tang from the body to the soul: "I'll tell you quietly, it's really great to return to youth."

"Can I take your pulse at the old man?"

Cha Xiaoyi asked.

"Of course, you need to be more careful. I also want to know if there are any hidden diseases in my body."

Tang Ning stretched out his left hand openly. Hongluan immediately helped roll up his sleeves, and Cha Xiaoyi's hand also reached over. She stood still like an old monk entering a meditation for a long time before finally speaking: "It's very, very healthy, even better than most young men. This is really... wonderful."

"wonderful?"

Tang Ning thought this adjective was quite interesting.

"Yes, it's amazing." Cha Xiaoyi reluctantly took back her pulse-taking hand: "Old man, is this the benefit of cultivation?"

Cha Xiaoyi was quite envious. Although she was a talented doctor with a promising future, she was also an ordinary person who had no immortal roots and was blocked from outside the sect of cultivation.

Cha Xiaoyi remembered the stories of cultivators that she heard from time to time in the past few years. There are indeed many plots of the old man rejuvenating after cultivating...

How lucky, old man.

"That's right."

Tang Ning replied ambiguously, after all, he could not find a more suitable answer, and threw a secret letter box that he could never open to Cha Xiaoyi.

Cha Xiaoyi caught the secret letter box in a hurry, glanced at Old Master Tang who didn't follow the rules, and pulled out a small string of necklace from her collar, picked out a curved curve and fiddled at the small secret letter box. The secret letter box was opened with a slight clicking sound.

A wax ball was sealed in the secret letter box. Cha Xiaoyi took out a leather glove from the cloth bag she carried with her and put it on, and then crushed the wax ball.

After some operation, the real Feiying Book written on the silk book finally fell into the hands of Mr. Tang.

It is probably because of the length of the article, and the letter is not long.

The letter first shows the second son Tang Zhongxiong's concern for his father, and the second is that he said that he would arrive to pick up his father back to Hezhou soon. Finally, the longest content is all accused of his brother Tang Boyan - Dad, the boss is definitely a rebellious son. Taking advantage of his child's retreat and forced him to rob him to the capital is definitely an unfilial act. Don't be confused by this rebellious son who has not returned to his hometown to visit you for several years. Only I am the most filial Balabala...

Tang Ning was even amused by this letter from the family. This cheap second son is also a living treasure.

"Old man, can I dare to ask you for something?"

Perhaps seeing that Tang Ning was in a good mood, Cha Xiaoyi suddenly spoke.

"What's up?"

Tang Ning asked casually, if it was just a trivial matter, he would not refuse. The integrated memory showed that Cha Xiaoyi not only had good medical skills, but also cheaper, the family of her second son Tang Zhongxiong's most trusted subordinates. It would be no harm to win over it.

"Old Master, do you know Guiyifang?"

Cha Xiaoyi asked.

Guiyifang?

How could I... know!

"Guiyifang is in the southwest corner of Yujing, diagonally opposite the corner is Yongyangfang of the Daolu Department. Hepingfang is to the west and Yong'an Canal is facing the east. According to the Yulin Book House, there are about 800 households living in the Yulin Book House. However, in fact, there are at least 8,000 people in the shop. They are basically settled houses that have flowed into the capital over the years. The shop is mixed with fish and dragons, and the sewage flows across the water is extremely harsh, and there is a shortage of doctors and medicines..."

Cha Xiaoyi took the initiative to introduce.

I understand, isn’t this the slum that is least unwilling to be seen by outsiders in a glamorous metropolis?

Old Master Tang, who understood, interrupted Cha Xiaoyi's story: "Do you want to go to Guiyifang for free medical treatment? No problem, I can sponsor you 100 charity money in the name of the Prince of Wei's Mansion."

Mr. Tang is still willing to be generous when doing good deeds.

However, given the reputation of a certain evil person, it is not certain whether the person who receives the donation will be grateful.

But it doesn't matter, it's just 100 guan, a small amount of money.

This money doesn't even need to be taken to the public account of the Wei Palace. Old Master Tang has saved up a private money to the Beijing Daily during this period, and this money will continue to grow.

There is no way. Even if the Journey to the West world will be like Lan Ruo Temple in the future, it will appear in this world from the virtual reality because of the power of "belief". Tang Ning can only bite the bullet and continue telling the story because... the one in heaven loves to listen.

What are you afraid of?

Journey to the West is much more advanced than Lanruo Temple. Who knows how many copies of "believe" it needs to accumulate to appear, right?

If you really take a step back, isn’t there anybody in heaven still standing there? He will definitely not watch the gods of the Lei tribe who were on the Journey to the West come out to compete for business with him, right?

Well, I don't think of this trouble anymore.

Old Master Tang took back his divergent thinking and focused his eyes on Cha Xiaoyi.

"Old man, 100 stagnant may not be enough. I want to build a clinic in Guiyifang. A clinic with at least twenty hospital doctors can effectively treat various common diseases and can accommodate 100 patients in the hospital."

Cha Xiaoyi said in response to Tang Ning's gaze.

Are you a clinic? It is clearly a comprehensive hospital of a large scale, okay!

To be honest, Tang Ning was shocked by Cha Xiaoyi. He really didn't expect that in this world similar to ancient China in the Qin and Han dynasties, there would be doctors so radical and dare to think.

"Are you...serious?"

Tang Ning asked.

Cha Xiaoyi did not answer, but took out a thick stack of drawings from her cloth bag.

"Complete Pictures of Guiyifang", "Architectural Sketches of Tongji Medical Center", "List of Selected Doctors of Tongji Medical Center"...

I was well prepared, but the problem is that this is indeed not a problem that can be solved by 100 guan.

"Xiaoyi, I'm afraid this matter needs to be discussed for a long time." Tang Ning did not accept the drawings. He politely refused and kindly advised: "You must know that if you can't eat a big fat man in one bite, if you want to build a hundred-foot building, the first thing you need to build is the foundation. Maybe putting the steps smaller, building an ordinary small clinic first, and then adding bricks and tiles to make it bigger and stronger will be a better choice..."

Cha Xiaoyi silently put the thick drawings back into the cloth shoulder bag.

"Then can you take some time to go to Guiyifang with me?"

"Old man, you may have misunderstood my idea. I chose the clinic in Guiyifang not to do charity. In fact, this is just a by-product. It is actually a business, a big business that can continuously bring you money and profits to you."

Cha Xiaoyi, who had installed the drawings, obviously did not intend to give up.

Tang Ning wanted to refuse, but when he said that he suddenly remembered that this seemed to be a good excuse.
Chapter completed!