After hearing what Song Xiaorou said, Ye Jinyao finally felt relieved.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they heard someone talking outside.

"Where is the miracle doctor?"

When Song Xiaorou heard the sound, she was startled and ran out quickly.

I saw an old man with gray hair walking in from outside with a crutch.

When Song Xiaorou saw the white-haired old man, she immediately rushed forward anxiously.

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

The white-haired old man glanced at the yard.

"I heard from Lao Yang that a miracle doctor came to our store.

Where is it?"

Song Xiaorou didn't expect that her grandfather would hear about this so soon, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

However, seeing that Xiao Zhengyang was not in the yard, Song Xiaorou immediately said, "Grandpa, don't listen to Grandpa Yang's random talk, there is no miracle doctor!"

"That kid is just a blind cat who meets a dead mouse.

He admitted it himself just now. He had never studied medicine before. He just happened to be able to cure snake venom, so he cured Grandpa Yang."

Seeing that Xiao Zhengyang was not around, Song Xiaorou began to make lies.

Anyway, Xiao Zhengyang is not here, so no matter how she arranges Xiao Zhengyang, it will be fine.

After hearing Song Xiaorou's words, Old Master Song couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"So that's how it is!"

When Song Xiaorou saw that her grandfather believed it, she was secretly happy.

"Grandpa, you don't know, that kid was joking at the beginning! He said that he was so skillful in medical skills, but I asked him to treat the patients who came in. He prescribed a prescription for others and almost got into trouble.

After my intimidation, he admitted that he had never studied medicine!”

Song Xiaorou continued to make up.

Anyway, Xiao Zhengyang is not here, and he is not afraid of knowing.

After hearing what his granddaughter said, Mr. Song was even more disappointed with Xiao Zhengyang.

Ye Jinyao in the room heard Song Xiaorou's words and her eyes widened in shock.

She really couldn't have imagined that Song Xiaorou, who always likes to solve problems with force, even if she panics, she doesn't even blink.

Seeing that her grandfather believed her, Song Xiaorou couldn't help but wink at Ye Jinyao in the room proudly.

Just as Song Xiaorou was proud, Xiao Zhengyang walked out of the bathroom beside him.

"Who said I haven't learned medical skills!"

When Song Xiaorou saw that Xiao Zhengyang had not left yet, her face suddenly turned red.

Just now, she was making up bad things about Xiao Zhengyang, but she didn't expect that she would be caught and appeared so soon.

However, Song Xiaorou quickly calmed down again and glared at Xiao Zhengyang.

"Xiao Zhengyang, why haven't you left yet?

If you don’t leave, believe it or not, I will beat you out with a stick!"

Song Xiaorou was afraid that Xiao Zhengyang would expose her lies in front of her grandfather, so she was anxious to drive Xiao Zhengyang away.

Xiao Zhengyang glanced at Song Xiaorou.

"Xiao Rourou, are you a little too much, right?

I just solved a big problem for you. You didn't even invite me to have a sip of tea, so you immediately rushed me out.

Is this too ungrateful?”

When Mr. Song heard Xiao Zhengyang's words, he immediately turned to his granddaughter.

"Xiao Rou, what's going on?"

Song Xiaorou immediately pulled up her grandfather's arm.

"Oh, grandpa, don't listen to this guy talking nonsense.

This guy wants to be a clerk in our store, so he brags like this.

Don’t believe it! Your health has not recovered yet, so don’t worry about the matters in the store.

I'd better send you home first!"

Song Xiaorou said, pulling her grandfather up and leaving.

Mr. Song was about to turn around and leave when he heard his granddaughter say this.

Xiao Zhengyang suddenly spoke.

"If I read it correctly, Mr. Song, your physical deficiency is just an appearance. The fundamental reason is that you have internal injuries, your dantian is damaged, and your breath is difficult to maintain.

Am I right?"

After hearing what Xiao Zhengyang said, Mr. Song stopped immediately.

Although Mr. Song’s disease is not difficult to diagnose.

However, it is not easy to be able to treat his disease so accurately without taking the pulse just by observing it.

Old Master Song turned around and looked at Xiao Zhengyang.

"Do you really understand medical skills?"

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Mr. Song confidently.

"If you don't believe me, give me a month.

I promise to restore your old dantian to its original state, how about it?"

Song Xiaorou was anxious and didn't know what excuses to drive Xiao Zhengyang away as soon as possible. When she heard Xiao Zhengyang's words, Song Xiaorou immediately said: "Grandpa, did you hear it?"

"This kid is the bragging king.

Even our Southeastern miracle doctor An Daoran said that your disease will be cured for at least three years.

But this kid said that you can heal in one month.

This is so unreasonable!”

Mr. Song stopped talking.

After hearing what Xiao Zhengyang said, Mr. Song also felt that Xiao Zhengyang was saying too much, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed with Xiao Zhengyang.

In the eyes of Mr. Song, Xiao Zhengyang is only in his early twenties, and even if he knows some medical skills, he will definitely not be better than the miracle doctor An Daoran.

Moreover, those who study traditional Chinese medicine have always been relatively low-key.

He has never seen anyone who has real skills when he opens his mouth and blows.

Judging from this point of view, Mr. Song also felt that Xiao Zhengyang could not really have much ability.

Mr. Song was about to go out, but he saw Xiao Zhengyang suddenly walking in front of him.

"What do you want to do?"

When Song Xiaorou saw Xiao Zhengyang suddenly blocking the way, her face immediately sank.

Xiao Zhengyang did not answer Song Xiaorou, but quickly took out the needle bag and stabbed Old Master Song in the chest with one needle.

When Song Xiaorou saw it, she was immediately anxious.

"Xiao Zhengyang, are you sick!"

As he said that, Song Xiaorou punched Xiao Zhengyang in the face.

Xiao Zhengyang kept needles in his right hand, and with a pat on his left hand, Song Xiaorou was photographed and stepped back four or five steps.

At the same time, the silver needle in Xiao Zhengyang's hand had already pierced the key acupoint on Mr. Song's chest.

Mr. Song's whole body shook and his eyes widened in an instant.

When Song Xiaorou saw her grandfather’s appearance, she thought something had happened to the old man, so she shouted anxiously, “Xiao Zhengyang, I’m fighting with you.”

Song Xiaorou shouted, grabbed a shovel and wanted to chop Xiao Zhengyang on his head.

Xiao Zhengyang slapped his right hand three times in the chest of Mr. Song, and his left hand was like a flying butterfly, avoiding the shovel in Song Xiaorou's hand and slapped it on Song Xiaorou's wrist.

The shovel fell to the ground immediately.

Seeing that Song Xiaorou could not beat Xiao Zhengyang and her grandfather was in danger, she immediately opened her mouth and bit Xiao Zhengyang's arm.

Xiao Zhengyang did not expect that Song Xiaorou would bite him, but the treatment he gave to Mr. Song was at a critical moment.

Xiao Zhengyang had no choice but to endure the pain in his left hand, and quickly stabbed Mr. Song in the chest.

Mr. Song opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

When Song Xiaorou saw her grandfather vomiting blood, she became even more anxious and pulled out the dagger hidden on her body.

Mr. Song raised his head at this time and quickly stopped his granddaughter.

"Xiao Rou can't.

Xiao Xiao is treating me!"

When Song Xiaorou heard his grandfather say this, she let go of the dagger.

At this time, Xiao Zhengyang had also let go of Song Xiaorou.

Song Xiaorou quickly ran forward and supported Mr. Song.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Mr. Song shook his head gently.
Chapter completed!