Seeing that there was any effect, Chen Ping immediately increased his strength.

The massage method is extra in the brain when you adjust the strength and energy of the whole leg and the back. Chen Ping only needs to use it to increase or decrease according to the feedback from the old man.

After two minutes of regaining consciousness, the old man was able to squat, stand and walk. Although he didn't walk very neatly, he threw away his crutches.

Hey, this is a great thing.

The most important thing is that this skill will definitely cure my father!

Not to mention being so excited, Chen Ping packed up and touched the small stone piece that he picked up more than an hour ago, and got up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, don't leave, don't leave!" The old man quickly grabbed Chen Ping's clothes and looked panicked.

"Yes, you can't leave, boy!"

ah?

Only then did Chen Ping realize why more than a dozen old men and women surrounded him?

"No, no! His legs are not, I did it-" Chen Ping panicked.

"Young man, you made his legs--ah, no, I didn't mean that." The old man was kind, "I'm not the kind of person who messed up with the slap. I want to say, your magical craftsmanship can treat my legs that have been abandoned for more than 20 years. I have to pay for treatment for you, for this and emotion and reason. How can I do this in the world that doctors don't charge money for treatment?"

"Then, what about 2?" Chen Ping looked at the old man vigilantly.

"Second, I want to invite you to my house. Your aunt's body is worse than mine. She has been paralyzed for more than ten years and is more serious than me. Can she be treated?"

Chen Ping finally relaxed and thought to himself that as long as he was not a mess.

"Uncle, I'll leave you a phone number because there is something urgent for my family. Can you come back to find you after I finish it?"

"That's it, okay." The old man looked at Chen Ping and smiled, "Then like this, the old man can't take advantage of you. If you offer a price, you may even have the ability in the capital!"

"Hehe, the tricks of the devil, the tricks." Chen Ping smiled, "You can give it whatever you want. To be honest, my skills are really not that easy to use, and it is very exhausting."

Chen Ping has never been a bad person. Besides, looking at the old man's posture, he doesn't look like a rich man. But he is embarrassed to say that he wants to pay for a price.

"I understand, I understand." The old man took out his cell phone and said, "Come on, give me the payment code."

"Good come."

brush--

Soon, the phone vibrated.

A text message prompted that your **72 account received a 200,000 yuan remittance from *chen WeChat.

"ah?"

"Small? It's a little less." The old man scratched his gray hair with only a few lines of shit, "This is my pocket money, that's all. I'll pay for the rest after you treat your aunt."

"..." Chen Ping was frightened by the sudden arrival of the 200,000 yuan. He worked as a small worker in a auto repair shop for two years. Not to mention 200,000 yuan, he had never seen 200,000 yuan before!

"So expensive!"

An old man looked depressed and muttered.

"It's expensive? If you've been paralyzed for more than 20 years, it's more than 200,000 yuan, or it's fun to use crutches every day!" The old man said bluntly.

"It's not expensive, I spend 30,000 to 50,000 yuan to treat my rheumatism every year. If 200,000 yuan can be cured, I would rather sell my house!"

"Selling a house, don't you keep it for your son?"

"Damn, no one cares about me when I am sick. Is my son useful?"

The old man and the old lady next to me were talking and talking.

Chen Ping could only smile and replied, "Uncle, 200,000 is enough, enough."

"Okay. Then it's decided." The old man was so happy. "Haha, today is such a good day. How could he meet a miracle doctor?"

"Big, uncle!"

Chen Ping immediately stopped, "Don't say that I am a doctor, I am not a doctor. I have nothing to do with the doctor. If the medical supervisor knows this, I am called illegal practice and I will go to prison!"

"Damn it!" Another old man was angry, "It's so damn bad. No wonder the capable Chinese doctors are gone now, and we didn't spend their money!"

"Why didn't you spend it?" Another old lady looked helpless, "Can't you ask them for reimbursement?"

"……Too."

"I'm at my own expense, what's the reimbursement?" The old man twisted his neck and looked unhappy.

Chen Ping smiled, "Dear uncles and aunts, stay here, I--"

"No, no, Old Dong has cured it, but we are also sick. Let's see how much does the rheumatism on my legs and knees cost?"

"And I, I've been having a migraine!"

"I only sleep for two hours a day and I have insomnia."

Chen Ping was amused and cried, so he quickly turned around and bowed, "I'm so sorry, there are urgent matters in the family. Dear uncles and aunts, next time. Next time!"

"Yes, yes, there is an urgent matter for the young man's family. You can't help it. In this way, when he comes back to my house to treat the sick, I will notify you. Young man, please leave quickly."

"well."

"Ah, by the way, young man, what's your name?"

"Chen Ping. Chen, Erdong Chen, Ping, ordinary Ping!"

Leaving a corner of the square, he let out a long sigh, and after walking around, he found the little electric donkey and rode his bike home.

All of this started from the fall of the restaurant after eating noodles. A stone tablet with Tai Chi pattern was hit on my head. Then there was a sound next to my ears.

Then, I bought a small green turtle for two dollars, and then I got this thing called the Dead Wood Flying Spring Technique.

It's like a dream, I can't believe it, let alone talk to others.

The small stone slab was put into the closest pocket. After completing the transaction, there was no sound coming. The stone slab no longer had heat. I think it was time to rest?

Chen Ping didn't know what it was, but he could probably guess what platform it should be. It seemed that it was an omnipotent platform, and it was published various information. Chen Ping's No. 001 order was to find the bloodline of the dragon.

Where can there be a dragon? Chen Ping remembered the legend that the dragon gave birth to nine sons. Isn’t the turtle also a dragon son?

This weekend I went back to take my father for physical therapy. Now that I have this dead tree spring technique, my father's injured leg should be cured. This method of qi guidance is very magical.

Yes, there is also the 200,000 that Mr. Dong insists on giving!

200,000!

This is a lot of money!

However, am I a little bit crap? There are not too many. But what Mr. Dong gave it himself, and it was not what I wanted?

At this time, the one with the best relationship with Old Man Dong was Old Man Ding, with a look of complaint.

"Old, you seem to be rich, don't you? Why did you give 200,000 yuan at once? Alas, I think it's not too bad to give 20,000 yuan."

"No - Lao Ding, your legs are not lame! Your wife is the back wife, and you can have sex with you, what about me? I want to tell the master, you only have money left in your eyes, right? Save it for your son, it's not that I look down on you, you don't give your son less than millions, he has come back this year. In addition to asking for money, will he come back for the New Year? I've given too much? I'm willing!"

Then, throw away the wood that I had been holding for more than ten years, put on my back, walked away from the square step by step, and walked slowly.

Just a leave!

This leg is very strong!

200,000?

If I have it in my hand, I will give you 2 million!

The old Dongtou smiled, looked at all the people he knew and didn't know in the square that had been watching for more than ten years, and left leisurely.

"Old Dong! Don't leave!"
Chapter completed!