The aunt grabbed the other party tightly and persuaded him earnestly: "I have said that all the doctors in Sanhetang are all Xinglin national players, and they are very awesome!"

"Do you know how high the medical fee is? Don't scare you to death if you say it! I heard from the wife of Guihua's wife next door. Many rich people are queuing up for treatment!"

"Don't worry about money either. This is a free medical consultation! Do you know if the free medical consultation will not charge much? It's up to you! When the disease is cured, you will be given a lot of money. I finally got the number."

The aunt said as she pulled the old man's arm and pulled it tightly in.

But the old man was holding onto the door frame, looking like he was reluctant to come in.

Unfortunately, although the old man is tall and big, he looks skinny now.

Therefore, in this contest, we are destined to be at a disadvantage.

He was so tightly pinched by the stronger-looking aunt that he could not break free.

While pulling the old man's arm, the aunt leaned her head and smiled at Dr. Lei, "Doctor Thunder! I brought my old man here. Do you still remember me? Zhao Dewang, this is the famous Doctor Thunder, and it will definitely cure your illness."

Dr. Lei obviously recognized this person, so he hurriedly greeted him and said, "Auntie Li, you are here! Is this Uncle Zhao?"

The old man whose name was pointed out suddenly stiffened and stopped fighting. He sighed and smiled bitterly: "Hello, Doctor Lei!"

Old Mrs. Li was obviously much more talkative than Mr. Zhao. Seeing that there were several doctors behind Dr. Lei, she hurriedly walked forward a few steps.

"Hello, several doctors! This is my old man. When he was young, he suffered from flaking osteochondritis. He could only lie on the bed and couldn't even get down from the ground."

"I suffered for a few years after I got sick. My child was still young and the conditions were too difficult, so he couldn't get out of the house. I was busy cooking this family and had a hard time. In the end, I finally finally cured the disease and cut off the root of the disease!"

When Mrs. Li talked about her emotions, she couldn't help but cry and kept wiping her tears.

I guess I did suffer a lot of grievances back then.

"But the conditions were not good in those years. My old man had several patches of bedsores. The child was finally filial and took his father around to seek medical treatment."

"But the bedsores are so stubborn, with rotten meat on it. The doctors say that a large piece must be removed after surgery."

"My old man is thin, and after another surgery, he is even more afraid of hurting anything. In addition, he is not healthy and has gone to many hospitals, but he has never dared to take it."

"We all wanted to give up. I heard that you, Sanhetang, are so powerful, and they came from Lin Province in a special way!"

"It's just this old man! I made a promise in front of my son and came to see him. I agreed well and escaped in the last battle."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but turn her head and ask angrily: "Hey! Zhao Dewang, are you still like a big man who stands tall? Thinking of the past..."

Speaking of emotions, Old Mrs. Li began to show the natural abilities of Chinese women, chatting and scolding Mr. Zhao, completely looking like she was disappointed.

But this is understandable.

This old lady Li was certainly a stingy character who was able to support such a family independently in that era.

"I didn't escape at the last minute! After seeing so many doctors for so long, who don't want money? No one can cure them one by one. Isn't you a waste of money?"

"You prodigal girl! Although the children are a little promising, they are under great pressure now, and it is not easy to make money!"

Although Uncle Zhao was angry, he could only complain in a low voice.

"You..." Old Mrs. Li was so choked by him that she couldn't say a word. She glanced at Lei Ming and others, and sighed, "Hey! You're here, don't talk nonsense. It's a rare opportunity. Take off your clothes and give them to the doctors to see!"

After Mrs. Li said that, she came to pull Uncle Zhao's clothes.

Uncle Zhao hurriedly protected his body and sighed, "Hey! You... don't bother! I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!"

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

While speaking, Dr. Lei had already asked the old man who took off his shirt to sit down and began to observe the bedsores on his body.

At this time, Bai Wenjing and Qiu Wubing also came over, but there was a bit of solemnity in their eyes.

As Old Mrs. Li said, there was indeed a large patch of bedsore on Mr. Zhao's skinny back and spine, which had decomposed and had pus.

I think this is what Old Mrs. Li said that other doctors dare not use swords easily.

Bedsores in other places, especially in joints, cannot be ignored, and may even affect normal movement to a certain extent.

I think that although Mr. Zhao was arguing with Mrs. Li during this period, it seemed nothing happened on the surface, but in fact he was enduring the greatest pain.

He didn't say it, but thought it was because he was afraid that his family would worry.

Lu Chen didn't say much. Just as the other three were still studying how to use drugs to effectively treat these bedsores, one hand suddenly pressed on Mr. Zhao's shoulder.

Although Old Mrs. Li was a little confused, she saw Lei Ming and others not stopping her and finally didn't say anything.

However, Mr. Zhao quickly widened his eyes and turned his head to look at Lu Chen incredibly.

Because just when Lu Chen put his hand on his shoulder, he felt a warm current pouring into his body along the other party's palm, and then quickly gathered in his body towards the position where bedsores were growing.

In just a moment, the pain caused by the bedsore faded away like a tide and eventually disappeared.

Now he completely believed that what his wife said before was true.

All one apprentice is so great, let alone the other three.

But he didn't know that Lu Chen was really compassionate when he saw his illness at this moment, so he took action directly.

No wonder Mr. Zhao has gone to so many places and no hospital dares to use a knife on him. It’s because his bedsores are too serious.

Not only is it large in size, but it is also a serious symptom of bedsores - black scabs, hollows, and sinus tracts are reflected in him. The situation is indeed very complicated.

Just now, Lei Ming and the other two immediately discussed it as soon as they saw it, probably because they thought it was a bit tricky, and wanted to brainstorm and find the safest way to treat it.

"You dead ghost are finally willing to be honest? I'm so exhausted all the way." Old Mrs. Li said panting without knowing it.

"No, no... don't talk!" After Mr. Zhao felt that the pain in his body subsided, Lu Chen seemed to have no intention of stopping.

This warm current swayed in my body, and the fatigue of tugging with my wife was quickly eliminated because of the rushing trip.

At this moment, there was only shock left in his heart.

After experiencing the qigong fever, he naturally believed that he had met an expert.

This should be the legendary Qigong treatment.

"What did you say?" Old Mrs. Li asked with a frown.
Chapter completed!