Lu Zhaolin's strangeness also attracted Zhang Zong's attention. After a little thought, he guessed what he thought. Speaking of which, Lu Zhaolin's life was quite tragic. He was obviously full of talent, but he was plagued by illness. He just turned around when he went out to greet him. In addition to his legs, there seemed to be problems with his left hand, and he kept hiding it on his wide sleeves and refused to show it to others.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zong hesitated for a moment and finally asked: "Brother Lu, I heard that you have an old disease. I wonder if you can let me see it. Although I am not a doctor, I also have some understanding of medical skills. Maybe I can give you some opinions."

When Lu Zhaolin heard Zhang Zong's words, he showed a hesitant expression. It was not that he did not believe Zhang Zong. In fact, Zhang Zong was able to invent cowpox, which was enough to prove his understanding of medicine. However, Lu Zhaolin had visited famous doctors in recent years to cure his illness, but he returned in disappointment every time, and even his family wealth was almost exhausted. Therefore, he did not dare to have hope for anyone at all, so he would not be disappointed.

However, in the end, Lu Zhaolin was embarrassed to refuse Zhang Zong's kindness, so he had to smile reluctantly and said, "To be honest, I have a wind disease. Whenever I get sick, my joints will be painful all over the body, and some joints will even deform, which is very scary. If Zhang Zheng wants to see it, you must also be mentally prepared."

"It's okay, Brother Lu is not afraid of worrying about scaring me!" Zhang Zong smiled slightly. The Internet was developed in later generations, and any kind of disease could be found, especially some unscrupulous hospitals advertised online, and even if you don't see it, some disgusting pictures will pop up. Zhang Zong has long been immune to this.

Lu Zhaolin hesitated for a moment and finally stretched out his left hand. Compared to his legs, the disease on his hands was relatively mild, but it was still very scary, so he usually hid his hands in his sleeves and dared not show them to others. However, since Zhang Zong wanted to help him see a doctor, Lu Zhaolin finally stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves.

"Ah!" Before Zhang Zong could see Lu Zhaolin's hand clearly, Taiping next to him screamed in fear, but then he felt something was wrong, so he turned his head aside and did not dare to look again.

Lu Zhaolin knew that Taiping was a woman, so he didn't care about her.

Zhang Zong also saw Lu Zhaolin's hand clearly at this time. He was startled at first, but soon he calmed down and carefully observed Lu Zhaolin's hand.

In fact, Lu Zhaolin's hands could no longer be called a hand. The joints of his fingers were twisted and swollen, and it looked like they were rubbed into a ball with great force, twisting. Moreover, the same was true for his elbow joints, even red and swollen into a ball, which seemed to be full of water, and the skin was translucent, and the blood vessels inside could be vaguely seen.

"Brother Lu, are the joints on your legs also red, swollen and even twisted? Every morning, the joints all over your body seem to be rusted, and even stiff, and it is very difficult to move for a while?" Zhang Zong looked at Lu Zhaolin for a while and finally said to him with a serious face.

"Huh? Mr. Zhang, how do you know that my whole body is stiff in the morning?" Lu Zhaolin also showed a standard look when he heard Zhang Zong's words. In addition to the unbearable pain when his illness occurred, the most uncomfortable thing was that he woke up every morning, his whole body was stiff and motionless. It took a lot of effort to recover a little bit, and he also had to endure great pain, which also made him feel that life was worse than death.

When Zhang Zong heard Lu Zhaolin's affirmative answer, he smiled bitterly, because he probably guessed that the other party was sick. However, what was not good is that Lu Zhaolin's disease was more serious than Li Hong. Li Hong's disease could at least be cured in later generations, but Lu Zhaolin's disease was also a terminal illness in later generations, and he could only use drugs to relieve the disease and could not be cured.

When Lu Zhaolin saw Zhang Zong expressing his illness in one mouthful, a glimmer of hope suddenly arose in his heart. However, when he saw the bitter smile on Zhang Zong's face, the glimmer of hope was suddenly extinguished by cold water. However, he still asked unwillingly: "Sir Zhang, do you know what disease I have?"

Lu Zhaolin looked for famous doctors, but he couldn't even find the cause of the disease. Even Sun Simiao only gave a conclusion on wind disease. However, wind disease is actually a big category, with different causes and medications vary greatly. Therefore, Lu Zhaolin's disease has no targeted treatment, which has caused him torture.

"This..." Zhang Zong was a little hesitant at this time, but finally decided to tell the truth, "I want to hide it from Brother Lu, as far as I know, your disease should be called rheumatoid arthritis, and it is a terminal illness in ancient and modern times!"

"Terminal illness!" Lu Zhaolin was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhang Zong's answer. After a while, he smiled with a self-deprecating smile, "Sure enough, even the teacher cannot cure the disease. Isn't it a terminal illness or something?"

Lu Zhaolin was mentally prepared, so he quickly accepted the fact of a terminal illness. Then he bowed to Zhang Zong again and thanked him: "I still have to thank Master Zhang no matter what. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't know what disease I had until I die. Now I'm at least a wise ghost!"

Although Lu Zhaolin had a smile on his face, this smile showed a bit of silence. Thinking of the fact that he committed suicide in history, Zhang Zong sighed secretly. It is estimated that Lu Zhaolin had already had the intention to commit suicide.

At that moment, Zhang Zong pondered for a moment, and finally looked up again and said, "Brother Lu, although your disease cannot be cured, I know a medicine that may relieve your pain!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I wonder what medicine it is?" Lu Zhaolin asked when he heard this, but he seemed to be a little uneasy. After all, he had taken too many medicines over the years, which made him numb.

Zhang Zong also saw that Lu Zhaolin was a little unwilling, but he still said: "This medicine is called Thunder Treasure, which is bitter and cold in nature and has a great poison. It is mainly used for external application. It has miraculous effects on Brother Lu's disease. Generally, it can greatly relieve your pain after using it for a period of time."

"Thunder Teng? Why have I never heard of growing medicine?" Just as Zhang Zong finished speaking, he suddenly heard a sound of breath coming from outside the window. Then an old man with tall and thin hair and a young face walked in.

I saw this tall and thin old man with a slim appearance, with three long snow-white beards floating on his chest, wearing a wide Taoist robe, looking like a fairy-like appearance. Needless to ask, the other party must be the legendary medicine king Sun Simiao.
Chapter completed!