"Oh?" Su Yonghe couldn't help but feel interested and said, "Can you still have some insights into Go?"

"The insight is not enough, but I know that this game of chess should be made by Shi Xiangxia!"

As soon as Lynch finished speaking, Mr. Su nodded repeatedly: "Boy, you're a little interesting. This game was made by the chess saint Shi Xiangxia!"

Lynch continued: "Shi Xiangxia is one of the four chess saints in the Qing Dynasty, but he is young and energetic, brave and fierce. At that time, there was a chess saint Liang Weijin who was more superb than him. The two of them fought for a game, but this game was a stumble, but this game stumped Shi Xiangxia, making him depressed and unable to resolve it for his whole life. In the end, he died with his eyes closed, and this resentment was attached to it!"

“Bad talk!”

Su Yonghe said unhappily: "This is clearly a superstitious statement. Nowadays, society must believe in science. How can something like resentment be attached to a chess piece?"

"Father, that, do you still remember the black cat Su Mingyue was when she was a child?"

Su Tianlei couldn't help but remind him that he didn't believe in these things at first, but last time he felt that there were indeed many incredible things in this world that could not be explained by science.

"Tianlei, why are you just messing around?" Su Yonghe said angrily.

"Father, it's better to believe in this kind of thing than to believe in it. You should listen to Xiaolin finish his words first." Su Tianlei said anxiously.

Lynch said slowly: "If you really say it is superstitious, it is a little arbitrary, because traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching, and looking at it is qi. Everyone has invisible qi. This qi is good and bad, which will affect the health and fortune of the person. Therefore, Mr. Su, you often sit on the edge of this chessboard. After inhaling these resentments, you will form bronchitis. If you continue for a long time, you may become sick for a long time and form a serious illness!"

The more he heard him, the more he spoke, the more mysterious he became. Su Yonghe blew his beard and glared and said, "It's simply nonsense. Is my illness caused by someone else's resentment?"

"Mr. Su, then tell me, why do some people get angry and get sick?" Lynch asked.

"Uh, this..."

Su Yonghe was choked and was powerless to refute for a moment.

Because this is the simplest statement of Qi and the most convincing statement.

When a person is alive, he will be healthy and have a bright fortune. If he is not smooth, he will be in good health and has bad luck. If he is not smooth, he will be in good health and troubles.

When Su Tianlei heard Lynch say this, he felt a little creepy and said anxiously: "Father, you should throw away this endgame Go. I want you to live a few more years."

"No!" Su Yonghe immediately shook his head and said, "I finally encountered this difficult game of chess. I am in a state of excitement. If you lose it for me, it will be even more uncomfortable than killing me."

"But father..." Su Tianlei said worriedly.

"Stop talking, no discussion on this matter!" Su Yonghe is stubborn and loves chess as if he is alive. If he really throws away the things he likes, he will also be resentful.

He waved his hand and said, "Kolin, go, I asked an old friend to come and treat me today, and I don't need you anymore!"

Lynch's face froze. Unexpectedly, Su Yonghe was unwilling to lose the game after he died, and even issued an order to expel him. He was not good enough to force anything more...

"Lynch, don't leave now. My father is so proud of his face. Please let me persuade him."

Su Tianlei immediately grabbed Lynch and said nothing to let him go.

At this moment, an old man in Tang suit walked in at the door. He was gray-haired and energetic, and was about the same age as Su Yonghe.

He was holding a medicine box in his hand. After seeing Su Yonghe, he smiled slightly and said, "Old Su, long time no see!"

"Old Zhang, please come all the way." Su Yonghe looked happy and immediately went forward, holding the other party's hand affectionately.

Lao Zhang smiled and shook his head and said, "It's only five hours for me to do a plane. Besides, you and I are old friends. I heard that you are sick, how can I stand by and watch?"

"Then I'll trouble you. My cough is always bad, and it's very aggravated at night."

Su Yonghe has a good relationship with this Lao Zhang, so I won’t be very polite.

Lao Zhang nodded, asked Su Yonghe to sit down, put his hand on his wrist to take his pulse, and then asked about his recent situation and symptoms.

After a while, Lao Zhang nodded slightly: "It's just bronchitis. I'll prescribe you a prescription, decoct it in water, twice a day to ensure you're cured."

"Your prescription doesn't work!" Lynch suddenly stood up and said.

"Hmm?" Old Zhang couldn't help but be stunned, then looked at Lynch and said in surprise: "This little brother is..."

Su Tianlei hurriedly became an introducer and said, "Mr. Zhang, this is my friend, named Lynch, and he is also a Chinese medicine doctor."

"It turns out that it is also a traditional Chinese medicine doctor!" Old Zhang glanced at Lynch, then stood up and said, "Old's name is Zhang Yinshan, who is the master of the famous doctor Zhang Zhongjing. Who is the master of the little brother?"

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance very much. When Lao Zhang heard Lynch say that his prescription was not effective, he couldn't help but carry his ancestors out to scare people.

You should know that Zhang Zhongjing is a famous doctor who has passed down from generation to generation. His book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" has continued to this day and is still regarded as a treasure by many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

It can be said that when people who know a little bit of knowledge hear the three words Zhang Zhongjing, they must be polite to Lao Zhang and call him "Senior".

"I don't need to say it, you don't know if I say it." There are 108 masters in total, each of which is a hidden god. If I really say it, I can't finish it in a long time.

Lao Zhang glanced at him contemptuously and thought to himself, if your master is very famous, how could he not say it? I guess he was afraid that he would be ridiculed when he said it.

"Little brother, then tell me, why doesn't my prescription work?" Lao Zhang said a little annoyed. When did a young boy point fingers at him?

Lynch couldn't help but shook his head and said, "The prescription you prescribe is nothing more than 15 grams each of duck grass, honeysuckle vine, mountain chrysanthemum, and ground gallbladder. This prescription is used to treat bronchitis, but it does not treat the root cause!"

Lao Zhang's face suddenly stopped and he couldn't speak.

Su Yonghe looked at Lao Zhang and couldn't help but wonder. He hurriedly looked at the prescription and was stunned in an instant.

I saw that the prescription that Lao Zhang prescribed was exactly the same as Lynch said, and even the dosage was correct.

"This..." Su Yonghe couldn't say a word at this time. The prescription had just been written. Lynn was several meters away, and he could not see the small words on it clearly.

Old Zhang's face darkened. Seeing Lynch's high momentum, he said in discontently: "Little brother, I think you're just confused, right?"

"You have a brain disease!" Lynch suddenly pointed at Lao Zhang and said.

Lao Zhang couldn't help but shout in anger: "Arrogant boy, why are you scolding?"

Su Yonghe's expression was also quite ugly. After all, Lao Zhang was his friend, and now he was pointed at the nose and scolded by a junior Lynch.

Just as he was about to get angry, Lynch said lightly: "Mr. Zhang, you have nightmares every day recently, have insomnia and are mentally depressed at night. However, you were originally a doctor and have taken a prescription, but it has no effect!"

Old Zhang suddenly looked stunned and said in surprise: "How do you know?"
Chapter completed!